The Shadower

by Punk19

With their just being returned to Moas, Angel and her sons are trying to settle into their new environment; it's not long before they become stressed by some force that continues to shadow and torment them and it's not long before their family adds more stress to what they're feeling. Who is shadowing them and will he stop to allow them to return to their former, new way of living?

31. Chapter 31

"While that was fun, I'm glad it's over." Losal said while leading his three co-workers, and their sons, into the employee lounge. He and Lorol had made the move to leave the activities that were going on in the front yard ten minutes ago; after escorting his son down to where their family's apartment was, he had returned to the yard and then waited until the signal was given for everyone to disperse. Homsi and Kalach looked to be very uninterested in taking their sons to the apartments that they and their families lived in; with the Zultoa family living in a residence that wasn't under their employer's roof, it was understandable on why Eldass's sons were still in the house.

"I do agree with you, Mr. Khrelan." Eldass returned. "Got a feeling that my three boys will be doing some serious sleeping tonight."

After entering the room, then leading his sons to one of the three couches, he sat down then sighed; the morning had gone well for the Speelin's. Amfloon and Olteeb had done well in interacting with the Young Masters and the Young Masters had done well with them—except for that one period where he had to reprimand Amfloon, he hadn't had to worry any on having to split up any fights or on having to send one or both of his sons home. Really, the only thing that he had noticed that was off on his two sons was Amfloon's activity of keeping a better than keen eye on Hazaar and Lazeer—after taking him to the side, then asking him what was wrong, he had learned that not only had his son, and his employer's two younger sons, been enrolled in the same Potions and Spells class but that his son had a rocky history with the two boys.

Amfloon was an average to mediocre-grade student—the constantly received C's and D's, and the reports on his son not doing his homework, had been annoying while the fact of his son being kept back for a hundred years had been even more annoying. Olteeb, who was closer in age to the two younger sons of his employer's, had had his head on straight all throughout his tenure at Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery and Magic while Amfloon hadn't. Up to now, he had figured that his constantly sent correspondence on his wanting his son to do better in school had done the trick in his son buckling down and getting better grades in his given work—he now had the impression that it was a sort of in-classroom rivalry that was the cause of his son getting his head in on the game of his schooling.

The constantly given D-grade papers had stopped being received; they had been replaced by high-level C's while the low-grade C's had either been replaced by high-grade C's or B's. The one to two times where his son had been beat up while being in the classroom had been self-explained earlier—Mr. Arkav Lihdrel's classroom was where both events happened and, as it just so happened to be, it had been one of the two younger Young Masters who was responsible for the broken nose, the bruised cheek, and the eye vessel being burst.

Due to school being over three hundred years post-graduating, he had forgotten all about what happened when Amfloon was away from home; after hearing his son call Hazaar by the name of Raazah he had come close to snapping his fingers and then fainting—the Young Masters, he had been told some weeks ago, had all gone by their names spelled backwards when they were in school... it was quite possible that Homsi's, Losal's, and Eldass's sons had also gone to school with them. Homsi's two sons, and Losal's son, were close to Lhaklar's age, so it was possible that they had had him as a classmate, and the same went with Malmeen, Eldass's son who had been born nine months after Young Master Bile was brought into the Universe. With Amfloon being known as having Hazaar and Lazeer as classmates in, at least, one of his classes he had a mind to ask his son for his old school yearbooks and then do a session in looking through them—just to see if the two boys were in them and just to see what all they had done during their tenure in Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery and Magic.

"Damn yearbooks cost $100, but they were well worth every penny of what I sent for them." he thought after finally making the motion to stand up and then go retrieve something to drink.

Since he and his wife were firm on their kids about their keeping their rooms neat and tidy, and free of dust and cobwebs, no protector sheets had been in dire need of purchasing—them hefty books were on a bookshelf somewhere, and were in pristine condition. Since Olteeb had had his head on straight during his schooling, he had graduated on time; he probably hadn't had any contact with Hazaar or Lazeer. He had a feeling that he and Amfloon were going to be conversing it up at the table that night—he wanted to know if Hazaar and Lazeer were in any of his other classes, or if the potions and spells class was it on what they had had together.

After hearing that the two boys were former classmates of his son, and then remembering that Amfloon was keen on staring at him, he had stood firm on keeping good eye on him—just in case something happened, like his son ganging up on either of the two boys or the two boys ganging up on him. Luckily, for him, his sons, and the two, Young Masters, everything had been swell with them, so his Eagle-staring had been for nothing.

"Playing babysitter this morning, Mr. Modulavich?" one of their female co-workers asked Homsi after noticing that he had Arenzoar and Dlahsleon standing on either side of him.

"No. My sons had a meeting with the Young Masters—it not only went well but it ended just five minutes ago." Homsi replied.

Be it the hard, strange truth but he had actually been more worried about Homsi than his two sons; he had just not acted right all while being out on the front lawn. Mr. Modulavich was seventeen thousand years his senior, and his tenure in working for their employer far surpassed his, and he was closer to both their employer and his wife—up to that morning, he had figured that that closeness was normal and only in an employee-employer-employer's wife fashion. While he, Eldass, and Losal had given Mistress Angel her space, and had allowed her to have an area all to herself, Homsi hadn't. Along with wanting to stay near her he had also been constantly questioning her—one question had been asked over and over again until, finally, their Mistress got her fill of the man and "dismissed" him.

"Are you okay?... Are you okay?... Are you okay?" that ran off in his head right after he heard Homsi's verbal exchange with their female co-worker. It had been asked once every five minutes.

Mistress Angel had been nice and polite towards him for the first ten or fifteen minutes before giving him his signal to move off and leave her alone; even after moving over to where Eldass was, he had kept a steady gaze on her. By the time the slotted hour was up for the planned outing, Homsi had to be prompted from the porch—Eldass had found himself as having to practically drag the man into the mansion, and then up the stairs, before the man took the cue to move under his own power.

The Modulaviches were heading on eight thousand years in being married; while Homsi claimed to love his wife there were them times where he was going past their apartment and heard the two fussing and fighting inside. Not all marriages lasted forever; not all vows were kept, and not all men remained faithful to the ones that they popped the question to—could the one to two fights a week be causing Homsi to turn a wandering eye towards someone else... oh, say, their employer's wife instead of one of their female co-workers, or a spouse of one of their male co-workers who wasn't happy in her marriage? Homsi and Mistress Angel weren't only good friends but Homsi was in her Circle—a Goblin couldn't just become involved with the employer's wife then get a cuff on the wrist and then have it overlooked; Goblin Society frowned, and quite heavily too, on relationships that were held between the employer's spouse and his employee. Homsi's image, his job, and his and his family's good life would all go down the toilet if anything between he and Mistress Angel was done.

After seeing where Homsi was, he forgot about getting himself something to drink. He told his sons to stay where they were then went towards him. Arenzoar and Dlahsleon, when he reached their father's side, were polite in not only moving off to another portion of the room but also paid no attention to them as they spoke.

"Hey man," he said right when his co-worker was snapping his cellular phone shut. "Everything going well at home?"

"As well as it should—Abara's finishing with the laundry, and the twins are creating noise with the pots and pans." Homsi replied.

"Got to love it when the little ones take out the pots and pans then start using them like drums." Eldass said.

"They make a lot of noise but at least they're happy while doing so." Losal said.

"I'm surprised that none of the spouses on the hallway that me and mine live on haven't paid us a visit—Gizzeppli and Galiza, when they get to playing with the pots and pans, make more noise than I did when I was their age."

"Oh, so a confession is made on who kept me and my family up last night?" Losal snickered. "Lorol and Nacai, when they were tots, did the same as your twins are—can drive a working man insane but it can also serve as bringing certain stresses down and make one have a good laugh."

Homsi moved off; after making the motion for his sons to follow him, so he could take them down to the apartment that their mother, and three siblings, were in he tried to leave the room. Kalach, rather surprisingly, barred him from leaving the room—Eldass and Losal, and the few others that were also in the room, watched as Kalach badgered him with questions, and barred him from going anywhere else in the house. While he was a nice guy, and while he did his best to carry himself well and regard others well, he wasn't one that liked it when others stalked or prevented him from doing certain things.

He had just made the motion to grab and then push Kalach from being in front of him when the question that his co-worker seemed to be more interested in, and that seemed to have more value in it than the ones that revolved around his home life, was asked. After hearing this question, he stood before the man; he stared at him, then blinked his eyes, then gave his head a shake.

Kalach was both a friend and a co-worker of his, which meant that he did have some responsibility on his hands in keeping him in line; now that the question of what he was doing while being on the front porch, with his employer's wife, was out and in the open, he understood why the man was so adamant on keeping him in the room.

"If your question on how my marriage is involves a worry of me growing tired of my wife and then doing a little tail-searching let me tell you now that everything between me and Abara is fine." he answered after his head was shaked. "Abara and I have our usual couples fights but we're still very much in with one another."

"They why'd you do what you did on the porch?" Kalach asked.

"After what I heard her say on the phone earlier this week, I had to keep at her in asking if she was alright or not."

"What'd you hear?" Eldass asked. He was now very interested in what was being spoken about.

Women put their hands on their worn jewelry all the time; they usually did it out of appreciation, or out of wanting to attract attention to either it or to themselves, or they were plain nervous and needed something to fiddle around with. Mistress Angel, during their time on the front lawn, had fingered the amulet, that was around her neck, a total of eight times—with all that she had gone through over the last few weeks, he had figured that her husband had made it for her and that it was a sort of security thing between the two that was suppose to lower the woman's stress levels; after hearing that his employer's wife, and all of her sons, had one of them amulets on them, and that Mistress Angel had tried to pull a fast one by saying that her mention of Elimination Demoniaque was plain normal talk, he got to thinking otherwise.

He was instantly reminded of how no one had done anything to prevent his employer's wife from taking off with the kids after hearing what Homsi told Kalach; after hearing that Mistress Angel had been talking with Bushon when Elimination Demoniaque was brought up, he looked at Eldass then charged from the lounge. Eldass was a step to two steps behind him; the man went upstairs—to, he presumed, the level that the Bedali's were on—, while he went into their employer's office.

"No one was there to either give our employer a head's up on what was going on between his wife and nephew or prevent Mistress Angel from leaving with her sons... with this being known, there's plenty of folk here to prevent her from leaving and to give Master Tazir the warning about something going on with his wife." Losal said while grabbing the phone from his employer's desk then dialing the number to his employer's cellular phone.

After dialing the number that he wanted to dial, he stood listlessly in place then waiting.

"Your girlfriend must really want you, dad." Lazeer said after the cellular went off for the fifth consecutive time.

"Very funny, Lazeer." TazirVile said while taking his cellular from its place on the dash. He didn't check the number that was calling or even answer the call; he just opened the glove compartment then threw the phone in. The glove compartment was closed right after the phone was safely in it. "The one calling, if it's important, will leave a message—I'm busy."

After Arenzoar, Dlahsleon, Lorol, Seiqo, Devlor, Amfloon, and Olteeb were taken inside, and after his sons were all gathered before the house, the order for two of his limousines to be driven from the garage had been made. He and his family, and Dara Dara and Triskull, were in his Excal X2 Limo while the following vehicle—a Model A limo that was smaller and darker than the one that he was driving—had his mother and stepfather, Qeeta, Whosla and her husband, Bekla and her husband, and Vaiba and her husband in it. Except for Bile's little issue in figuring his body out while getting into the vehicle everyone had gotten into the two vehicles with no problems.

Hazaar and Lazeer had taken care of what all injuries they had on themselves, and then put on some dry clothes, before returning to the front yard and then interacting with the ones that were there to see them; he was marvelously impressed with how they acted and was honestly hoping that a longer meeting between the children would happen in the imminent future.

Whosla and Zebyr, Bekla and Keibo, and Vaiba and Majeer had all made their minds up about coming on the excursion after hearing what was up while his mother and stepfather, and Qeeta, had taken nearly ten minutes to decide to come along. Dara Dara and Triskull were last-second additions to the planned outing—while reminded of Vile's little act, where he called the vehicle that a heavily pregnant Angel was in, and that was slated to take her to one of the nearby cities where she'd be allowed to shop, and where he had caused all sorts of trouble for his wife after getting in the car, he forced himself to think positive.

Dara Dara and Triskull weren't Vile, and they wouldn't prevent Angel, or the boys, from doing anything that they either wanted or were told to do. He had faith that they'd behave themselves.

"Or so you think." Lhaklar, who had used a form of his Telepathy to tap into his father's thoughts, thought.

Dara Dara and Triskull, since getting into the car, wouldn't let him or Hazaar or Lazeer have anything to do with Bile; the act of their either glaring at them, or saying for them to not refer to them as being their aunt and uncle, was being discreetly kept from their parents too. If he recalled correctly, he had been allowed to call them Aunt Dara Dara and Uncle Triskull when he was a kid and they had also referenced themselves as being that whenever they were around a then-infant Hazaar and Lazeer too—he wondered what was going on for a few seconds before figuring that they were either still sleepy or that something was up that neither he nor his brothers wanted to know.

Their mother, after the two came out then put the trip to a temporary halt, had given them a nervous look before turning to look through the windshield; Dara Dara and Triskull had insisted on getting into their car and dad hadn't said anything against their doing so. Their mother, and Dara Dara, weren't getting along all that grandly while she and Triskull were either staying clear of one another or seemed cool with each other—the dislike, expressed through Dara Dara, had been put into effect almost immediately after she was in the car. Both she and Triskull had taken to sit on either side of Bile; along with speaking under her breath about the things that she didn't like of their mother's mothering skills, and of what all she was allowing them to do, she seemed to be taking on the leadership role in keeping Bile "at bay".

Bile's clothes had been picked on; the way Bile talked had been picked on; Bile's height and strength had been picked on; and Bile wasn't allowed to speak to them or look through one of the vehicle's windows. One time, when Bile went to speak to him about what he was seeing through his window, Triskull had placed his arm across his chest and then told him in the smallest of voices to be quiet.

Bile looked very uncomfortable now. With the way Dara Dara and Triskull were sitting, it almost looked like the three were an ice cream sandwich—they were all squished up against one another, which was strange seeing as there was plenty of space for them, and for at least two others, to sit.

He was seated across from Bile; Hazaar was on the same seat but he was sitting about twelve inches from him while Lazeer had the back row of seating all to himself. Triskull could well of taken a seat beside either he or Hazaar, or Dara Dara could well of taken a seat beside Lazeer; there was no need for Bile to be all squished up with the car being as big as it was on the inside.

"Where're you taking us, dad?" Hazaar asked.

"J'Sepp, son." TazirVile replied. "We'll drive for another fifteen minutes before teleporting to the city's outskirts."

"Same place that we went to last month, right?"

"Uh-huh." TazirVile replied. "But to a different restaurant."

"What restaurant are we going to?" Bile asked. Triskull responded by giving him a not-so-polite elbow to the side.

"Whegnew's." TazirVile responded. "Think you boys will be happy there—it's only open during the morning hours because nothing but breakfast is served."

"Cool!" they said in unison.

Thanks to Dara Dara and Triskull's antics, Hazaar was instantly reminded of the few times that he had rode on a bus—the jingle-like sounds that came from whatever was on the passengers' persons; the ever-constant shifting of the people around him; the rude-acting driver; the act of the one, or ones, around him chewing their gun too loud; the task of finding a seat that didn't have still-wet gum, or piss or someone's vomit, on it; trying to keep your balance while the ones around you are pushing you or are leaning against you... uh! He could deal without remembering such things! Seeing as his father was a decent driver, and there wasn't anything preventing him or telling him to stay where he was, he got up then made the move to go to where the front seats were.

"How're you able to do the turns so cleanly when the car's so long?" he asked while taking in the dull gold interior that was present in the vehicle's front.

"Years of experience, son." Hazaar sighed; of course his father would answer him with that. It seemed the go-to thing for any adult to tell their child, who was asking a question about how one drove or did this or that while driving, that it was years of experience that did it for them in the driving department. What the man said next was no surprise to him. "The first few years of driving a vehicle like this can be a bit scary—seems to take forever to do the turns, and you're constantly worried about the other drivers slamming into you when you're doing them. The U-turns are the ones that really get a new driver, as does the act of one parking on the side of the road—which, Hazaar, you never do with a vehicle like this. If you park a vehicle like any of what I own you do so in a parking building or in a secure lot, okay?"

"Yessir." Hazaar said under his breath.

"Angel, surely you've taught your kids to not stand while a vehicle's in motion." Dara Dara said from the back. "Bile, will you sit still please."

"I'd sit better if I didn't have the both of you pressed up against me." Bile said before the sound of two people putting up a struggle was heard. "Ma—"

"Sit still, sit straight, and be quiet." Triskull said.

"Ma—"

"Do as Uncle Triskull says." Dara Dara snapped.

"Ma!"

"Bile, you can move to a different seat." Angel said. She turned then glared at Dara Dara and Triskull. "You two need to leave my sons alone—and that does mean all of them, not just Bile."

His brother went back to his seat while he tried to get up and then sit beside Lazeer; he had never been so humiliated in his whole life! First, he had found himself as having to do a scoot to get into the car and then to get into the seat that he was in—people were around to see him as he got into the car, so that just added more embarrassment to how he had felt—and then he had found himself as having his biological father's brother and sister sit beside him and then squish him to death. All he had heard was their knit-picking, and insults, and their telling him to shut up for the last ten minutes—it was enough to make someone half his age go insane! The fact of their forcing him to stay where he was whenever he went to get into a more comfortable sitting position didn't make how he felt drop in any degree either; if anything, he was glad to hear that he could move from where he was. He yearned space, and his own peace of mind, and he was about to do it.

His shoulders were turned, then given a single shake to loosen their muscles, then he made the motion to get up; Triskull was fast in grabbing and then forcing him down right after he was pushing himself up from the seat. When he tried again, Triskull repeated this move. When he tried for a third time, Dara Dara took her turn in grabbing and then forcing him down—but, unlike Triskull, she barked at him to sit down and be still. After the third try was for bust he turned his gaze towards the vehicle's front—maybe his mother would see what was going on and maybe she would help him in doing as he had been given permission to do.

"You two look like a bunch of school bullies," Lhaklar said after seeing that his brother wasn't being allowed to get up. "Let my brother get up will you?"

"Stay out of this, Runt." Triskull growled.

"Watch who you call a runt!" Lhaklar spat.

"Triskull! Dara Dara! Let Bile up now!" TazirVile spat. He turned his head ever so slightly to look at the ones that he had just addressed before looking back at the road. "Don't make me pull this car over—Bile, get up and find a different seat. I'm teleporting right after your butt's been planted in a seat."

Qeeta only needed to look at the vehicle before the one that she and the others were in to know that some sort of trouble was going on in it; her brother was an excellent driver, and he only had a small handful of driving tickets to his name, but he was driving very recklessly now, which was so not like him. After seeing the vehicle swerving, and after seeing the rocks that were on the road's shoulder being thrown up, she reached into her purse for her phone. Once the phone was in her hand, she opened it then dialed her brother's number—it rang several times before the voice mail clicked in; she closed it, then opened it, then re-dialed the number again only to get the same results.

Like with her brother being an excellent driver he was also known to always have his phone on him; unless he was really busy, he always answered it, so she was double worried after seeing her calls as not being picked up. After the third placed call wasn't answered, she snapped her phone shut then returned it to her bag—she had only just done this when her mother gasped; when she looked up, her mouth dropped and she, herself, gasped.

"What the hell is he doing?" QeetaVile exclaimed after seeing the car nearly go into the ditch. "Them kids are probably scared to death!"

"Angel, or one of the kids, might have him tied up at the moment." Ashaklar absently said.

"Kids and Angel nothing—I doubt if it's them that have Tazir driving in the way he is." Cheshire said while fumbling for the microphone that went to the car's CB radio. "Dara Dara and Triskull got into that car before we left."

Once the microphone was in his hand, he switched it from channel 2 to 3 then spoke into it; along with asking specifically for Tazir he put a lot of urgency in his voice. The Excal X2 Limo did two hard swerves, then looked to be about to go into the ditch once, before evening out—after seeing this, he yelled into the microphone a command for his stepson to stop the car. When no one was heard from the radio's receiving end, and when the car before them veered into the center of the road, he dropped the microphone then turned to look at his wife.

"Take the wheel," Cheshire said.

"What're you doing?" Ashaklar asked while doing as she was asked to do.

"Don't worry about me, or what I'm doing—just keep the car going straight." Cheshire said after adjusting his goggled monocle then looking forward. He tried to use a form of his Telepathy, that revolved around his being able to see all of what the one that he was trying to get in contact with was seeing, to latch onto his stepson; when his two tries didn't work—Telepathy, in the form that he was trying to do, was only able to be done when both parties were in a calm state, which Tazir was obviously not in—he tried to latch onto Lhaklar.

His father's driving was going down the toilet thanks to the fighting that was going on in the car; while the man's hands were on the wheel the man wasn't paying any attention to the road, or to who was or who might be about to use the road. The man was turned almost all the way around... he was facing Dara Dara and Triskull, who were doing more than running their mouths at him. He detected two languages, one that was Moasian—the planet's native language, which he only knew ten percent of—and another that he wasn't able to pin a name to; Dara Dara was using the unknown language while Triskull was using both the unknown language and Moasian.

Bile had managed to wrench himself free of his "captors"; he was now seated beside Lazeer. He had only just sat down when dad and his "captors" started going at one another. Hazaar and Lazeer were more than a little freaked out; Bile was doing his best in keeping Lazeer stationary while Hazaar had prevented him from placing his arm across his chest. Their mother, while trying to get their father to calm down, and to look at the road, had her hand on the wheel—Lazeer had also told the man to pay attention to the road; instead of being ignored, like their mother had been, their father had turned and then told him to watch himself. Lazeer had responded by, again, telling him to watch the road—the late addition of his calling the man an idiot had caused the man to make the threat of his being grounded if he said a word more while they were in the car.

He stood from his seat right when he felt his grandfather lock onto him; screw the outing, and his possibly being grounded for a good stretch of time—the outing was probably cancelled, thanks to Dara Dara and Triskull's antics, and his being grounded had good cause in it. Right when his grandfather locked onto him, and was able to see what he did, he rushed towards the car's front then leaped over the front seats.

After landing half-on his father's lap, he wasted no time in stomping his foot down on the brake; he shoved his father's foot from the gas pedal right when his father yelled at him then he jerked the gear shift from drive to park. When the car came to a jaw-dropping stop, he, and his mother, sighed—his mother, after sighing, grabbed the front passenger door's handle then pulled it up; after the door was open, he took to leaving the lap that he was half on.

"Good thinking, Lhaklar." Angel said to her son, who looked rather stunned after doing what he had in getting the car to stop. After she, and her secondborn son, were out of the car, she went over to let the ones that were in the back out. "Alright," she said after the back door was opened. "all of my boys are to get out. After that experience, I think we all need to do some walking—our nerves have been rattled and we need to calm them before getting back into the car and then going home."

In all, it took fifteen minutes for everyone to calm down—Tazir, naturally, was the one who took the longest to calm down while everyone else was either fast or half-fast in calming down. Even though the ones that had been in the following car weren't in their car, or involved in what happened, they also took a short while to calm down from the risky driving that they had witnessed. With all of what happened in the car disclosed, Cheshire took to making the suggestion of having Bile ride in the vehicle that he was driving—though it was a nice gesture, in having Bile be away from the ones that might give him grief, Angel turned him down. Before they returned to their vehicles, Cheshire was asked if he could "swap" two of his passengers for Dara Dara and Triskull—he readily agreed to doing so.

Whosla and her husband took the place of Dara Dara and Triskull in the Excal X2 Limo while Dara Dara and Triskull took a short while to accept that they weren't wanted in the vehicle that they had taken to initially ride in; with everyone back to being in the cars, the trip resumed from where it had left off.

"You sure, Tazzy?" Angel asked after hearing that the trip was to go on as planned. "After what we just went through, don't you think we should head home? Surely you need a little time to recoup from—"

"I've already calmed down and regained my senses," TazirVile said. "Lhaklar,"

"Yeah," Lhaklar said.

"I would normally give a sort of punishment for a deed like what you did in getting the car stopped but, since you did something in the right sense, and had a good reason and right in doing what you did, I'm letting you off the hook." TazirVile looked back to give his son an acknowledging look before turning back to look at the road. "Proud of you for doing what you did—that action of yours probably saved us from having a bad accident."

The rest of the ride was done in silence; Lhaklar's mind was all twisted up, and he found himself as unable to speak or move. While the notion of hearing his sire say that he was proud of him was a good one, he was honestly not dwelling on it—his grandfather's action in using his Telepathy to connect with him, coupled by his thoughts on the dark-skinned man, and all that had happened after Dara Dara and Triskull got into the car, was what had him in a bind. He struggled against these thoughts, and the throbbing that he felt in his head, for all of two minutes before deciding to lean back in his seat and then close his eyes.

Unlike the last time, where they hadn't felt anything after their father teleported them to J'Sepp City, they felt some effects and received a bit of panic from their being teleported from where they were. His head had no more been rested against the window when the zap was heard; he shot up, then he looked at his brothers, as the vehicle was teleported from where it was to where they were being taken to. Before the act of their teleporting to J'Sepp City concluded, he, and, he presumed, his brothers, felt their inner ears pop. His ears had no more started popping before the car was slowed to a mere crawl.

"Is my cellular still going off?" TazirVile asked. To Lhaklar, it seemed that his father was a mile away; after two to three seconds of near-panic occurred, he guessed that it was just an after-affect from their teleporting.

"I think so." Angel replied. Even she sounded very distant!

"Open the glove compartment for me," TazirVile said. "Open the phone then press, and then hold, the end button."

"You want me to turn your phone completely off?"

"Sure do," TazirVile said. "Whoever it is must be low on common sense—I'm busy, leave a message and I'll get back after I get some free time."

"Where are we?" Bile asked after getting over his post-teleportation issues.

"J'Sepp, Bile." TazirVile replied. "Give me a minute or two to find a place to park."

Though the event was over, and everyone's prior feelings and excitement over the outing was back, he was having a time in controlling his emotions. He, honestly, didn't like the idea of the outing continuing as planned; after what happened, he was either willing to take his passengers back to the mansion or say for Dara Dara and Triskull to teleport from the car and then back to the mansion. For him, the atmosphere, that was in the vehicle that he was driving, had changed from being calm to downright unpleasant after the two got in—Ashaklar was chiding the two for their actions in the vehicle that Tazir was driving, and Qeeta was trying to speak within reason to them, and they were coming back by saying that, since they had more relation to two of the people that were in the Excal Limo than anyone else in either cars, they had more right in what they said or did with them. The Silencer spell was done after Dara Dara said that, and after Triskull agreed with her; everyone was at each other's throats and, really, he was sick of it.

"Least Duru's not in the car with us." he thought before turning his gaze to the rear view mirror.

The second daughter born to the man that he had just thought about had come from a woman by the name of Dapira, who had been Duru's first wife. BeklaVile Sebatu, who went by plain Bekla by everyone who knew her, had her father's eyes; her ears, along with being a light tan color, were close to being shoulder-length. The white, Tiger-like stripes, that were on her ears, were thin, but quite strikingly beautiful. Her black dress had lace-like sleeves on it while the heels were very normal; he was fast in thinking that the Tiger Eye ring, that was on the ring finger of her left hand, was her wedding ring.

Mrs. Sebatu's husband, Keibo, was of the Vronkin people; he met very well with that species description! The body, though being worm-like in appearance, and though having pencil-thin arms on it, was quite strong and sturdy; his eyes matched his red-brown skin complexion well. He was wearing a simple pair of gray formal pants, black formal shoes, and a white work-shirt.

VaibaVile Doshluna, who was sitting beside Mr. Sebatu, was the seventh daughter born to Duru; she had come from a woman by the name of Kovina. Like her siblings, she had the ones that knew her drop the Vile from her name—she was simply called Vaiba, which he did think was a pretty name. The woman had long, auburn-brown hair and deep brown eyes; from what he had been told, she was the tallest of Duru's daughters—her five foot, nine and a half inch frame was mostly caused by her legs, which were long and rather smooth in appearance. Vaiba was wearing a blue blouse and skirt; her boots were a deep blue color.

Vaiba's husband, Majeer Doshluna, was like Keibo Sebatu—he met his species description to a T. His four foot, seven inch frame may seem small to some but it was packed with amble amounts of muscle that'd make anyone think twice about messing with him. The man, who was of the Cowerki race, had multi-brown, black, and gray fur on his body that was either straight or mildly wavy; the ears, that were on his head, were very bear-like. His pants were blue while his shoes were gray; except for the black band, that was worn across his chest, he wore no shirt.

These four people, from what he was able to tell, were very respectful of others and didn't seem to be out for Angel or her children; no issues had been encountered with them since their arrival occurred. The same went for Kashira and her family, who were related to Vaiba and her husband.

"Course, that could all change in a second." Cheshire thought while following the Excal to a building, where the two vehicles could be safely parked in.

Tazir paid for both of their vehicles to have admission to the building, so he found himself as not needing to dig his wallet out from its pocket or open it after reaching the partition that prevented people who hadn't paid entrance to the building. It took all of two minutes to find a place to park the two cars; after the cars were parked, and after they were all safely out of them, he found himself as having to take in the appearance of the oldest child and daughter of the man that he didn't get along with all that grandly.

WhoslaVile Verobari, who had also been born through Dapira, was also a rather pretty woman. Her mother was a native of Gamma Vile, and her oldest child had taken after her quite well—her skin was scaly, and either green or blue-green in color, and her eyes were very spot-on to her father's. The nails, that came from the ends of the woman's fingers, were both long and yellow in color while the hair, that was on her head, was a greenish-yellow color. Except for her shoes, which were white, she was wearing nothing but blue; the large, blue diamond ring, that was on the ring finger of her left hand, was, without a doubt, pricey and her wedding ring.

Whosla, as she was commonly called by everyone, had obviously taken a liking to the race that her mother was associated with—Zebyr Verobari was a pureblood Lizaird, or lizard-like being; his scaly skin was yellow or yellow-green in color, his neck had a frill on it, his lizard-like nails were a faint green color, and his eyes were mostly hazel with dark green pupils swimming in their centers. Mr. Verobari, who had been married to Whosla for a good deal of thousand of years, and who had three children with her, was wearing a normal, black tuxedo and shoes.

The Verobari's were fast in placing themselves between Dara Dara and Triskull, and the Sebatu's followed in their example by placing themselves on either side of Dara Dara and Triskull. Tazir led the group; his wife and sons followed behind him while everyone else trudged on behind them. Majeer, rather surprisingly, brought up the rear.

"We're all either still effected by what happened or something's about to happen that we're not aware of—we're all tense." Cheshire thought after turning to look at his wife, and then at Majeer.

Perhaps the energy, and fear, given off from the earlier done fight was what was causing her to be so nervous; even after telling herself that all was well, and that Tazir was a good driver, and that he had a reason for driving in the way that he had, she was still gripped in the nervous feeling that, really, had started being felt at the time of Dara Dara and Triskull's admission to the car. When she continued to feel nervous, she turned then did a head-count—all four of her sons were with her, and so was Tazir and the eleven others that were behind her and her children. Everyone was there, and was accounted for, and there were no extras—no dark-skinned men, or anyone else who had a wish to cause havoc for them—around to make that number grow or shrink.

After doing the head-count, she turned back around; her hand, almost on instinct, reached up to touch the amulet that she was wearing—try as she might, she was just not able to stop herself from fondling the thing. She fooled around with the amulet, then grabbed and then made as if to tear it from her neck and then throw it to some other place, for around thirty seconds before dropping her hand then moving on like any other normal person would.

"The chill, that ran up my spine when Dara Dara and Triskull got into the car, wasn't right, and neither is this feeling that I'm getting." she thought while following her husband to the restaurant.

Her eyes had grown hot, her skin had crawled, her spine had grown chilled, and a sort of smell had been detected after the two were seen as coming towards the car and then getting into it. After her eyes lighted on Dara Dara's own, she had seen something that she hadn't much liked—something hidden had been in them and she, in a lot of ways, had wanted yet not wanted to know what it was. With Tazir being the one to make all the arrangements, and having all the say on who went and didn't, she hadn't been able to tell them to go back to the mansion or sit the trip out—so far, the two had made a mess of things for the outing. They had tried to take control of her son, and had been getting on him for just about any old thing, and they had also been preventing him from talking, and interacting, with his brothers...

When she turned her head, to look at the two who were still giving her cause for concern, she saw only one of them acknowledge her—Triskull gave her a meek, little nod while Dara Dara stared at her coldly.

"Dara Dara and I haven't really had a chance to grow close to one another while me and Triskull have... maybe that's the reason to why she and I haven't been getting along." she tried to give herself some comfort. "While I'm not a fan of one barging in on how I'm mothering my young, or telling my young what to do, I have been barking at her a lot lately, and for a lot of stupid stuff too. Maybe its time to get to know her and make our relationship grow thicker."

The restaurant, that they were being taken to, was one of them one-level types that had an outdoor setting, complete with umbrellas and trash cans that had ashtrays on their surfaces. A series of awnings hung before the windows, and a single, long awning was over the blue and white carpet that led to the establishment's front door; blue and white curtains could be seen through the windows. Tazir led them down the carpet, then he opened the door for them to go through, then he moved himself to the front of their line after everyone was inside.

"How many in your party, sir?" the man at the podium asked.

"Seventeen." her husband said while taking his checkbook out from his jacket.

"Dining on the expensive side this morning." the man said before ushering out the price of their admission. "That'll be $1,080; smoking or non-smoking?"

"Non-smoking."

"To the left, sir." the man gestured for them to go on.

They were given table 31 to sit and eat their meal at; after sitting, then taking up their menus, they picked what they wanted to eat then waited for a waiter to come to their area. After the waiter came, they placed their orders then simply sat for what they had ordered to be brought to them—in all, it just took five minutes for the food to get to them and for the curtain to be drawn around the area that they were to eat in.

While waiting for the food, she had noted that her sons had taken up seating in accord to their birth—it seemed that the habit of their doing this had been adopted into their routine. She bet that Tazir was happy over this.

After receiving their orders, they started in on them.

"Went a bit overboard, Bile." Triskull said after seeing what Bile ordered.

"Don't you dare eat all of what you've got on that plate—it's time that you dropped weight, and—"

"Do we need to leave the restaurant, DD?" TazirVile asked. She, who was commonly called DD by the ones that knew or were related to her, was fast in giving him an angered look after hearing what he said. "The bill was paid, and he didn't go but so overboard in what he ordered."

"The boy's fine, leave him be." Cheshire said.

"It's way past time that Bile goes to looking like one of his age. It's better for him and his—" Dara Dara started to say.

"My son is perfectly fine," Angel said.

"DD, don't challenge me now. You'll lose, and you might just be kicked out of the restaurant in the process." TazirVile said. "I and Angel have say on what Bile does and eats. Not you."

"I'm his aunt..." Dara Dara said.

"If you want a child to order around go have one of your own. Leave my son be." Angel said in a slightly elevated tone of voice.

Just about everyone knew that Dara Dara and Triskull didn't have kids, or were married; the last that she had heard, her grandfather was trying to get to the bottom of the two's issue in not doing either—both he and his wife loved the issue of being grandparents and would love to have more grandchildren to either dote on or drive crazy. Triskull kept saying that he was too busy to think about settling down, or to make any kids with anyone, while Dara Dara kept saying that she hadn't yet met Mr. Right—like any other adult, though, they had their moments where they "entertained" the opposite gender.

The truth, both she and her grandfather knew, was a lot different than what the two claimed it was.

Some people didn't marry because they didn't see the point in it—why marry when, some years down the road, you're to get a divorce or start hating one another? Some people also didn't like the commitment involved in the game of marriage, or in child raising, while others were scared of the unknown—was a divorce to happen; would children happen, or would I have some issue that'll keep me from having children; will my spouse stay faithful, or will he cheat sometime down the road... For Dara Dara and Triskull, their real reason in not wanting to have kids was based on their older brother—since Master Vile had children of his own, and was keeping the family somewhat fresh with new blood, they saw themselves as not needing to put their lives to a stop to get married or have kids.

Angel remembered asking Triskull what he'd do if he found a basket, that had a baby in it, on his doorstep one day; the correspondence, which had been done via letter, had been replied with a phone call two days later. I have nothing to fear on that; not only do I take the potion, that makes me infertile during the deed, but I also get my partner to drink it with me. I also say one of the known spells that makes a man infertile too, so I'm double insured on that not happening, was what he had said. She figured that Dara Dara, who been given the same privilege as Triskull in attending Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery and Magic, did the same thing—no question on what she did to prevent an unwanted pregnancy, or what she'd do if she found herself as being pregnant one day, had been asked to her.

"Excuse me for a bit—need to use the ladies," Dara Dara said while getting up from her chair.

"I'm quite surprised about how well-behaved your sons are, Angel." Whosla said after Dara Dara left their eating area. "How often did you take them out on the town when you, and they, were on Earth?"

"Not very often—with four growing boys to feed, the funds for eating at the nearby restaurants and eateries weren't all that available to be spent." Angel replied.

"If the occasion came up, we always tried to be on our best behavior." Bile said. "When we started being allowed to be more free in the towns that we lived near, we made the effort of going to a few of the restaurants with the friends that we hung out with—we always tried to bring something back for everyone after them trips were done."

"So whoever wasn't with us wouldn't feel like they've been left out, or forgotten." Lhaklar added.

"We'd be running for our lives if we misbehaved in public." Lazeer said before knocking his elbow into his brother's ribs. "Ain't that right, Tail-Boy?"

"For our lives and backsides." Hazaar said.

"Backsides? Angel! You didn't—" Bekla gasped.

"No, I've never used any type of weapon as a form of discipline on my children." Angel was quick in saying. "It was always discipline by words and by dish cloth."

"Dish-toweling, as we call it." Bile said.

While waiting for Dara Dara to return, and while diving in on what was on their plates, Whosla and Bekla pressed Bile and his brothers for details on their schooling. A confirmation on Bile having just Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery and Magic under his belt, while his brothers had both Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery and Magic and the University of Telepathy, was made before the mention on what all records they made while being in them schools was done. Again, the emphasis on why they hadn't gone to anymore schools, and weren't interested in pursuing further educations, was made—instead of getting some sighs, and head shakes, and then a lecture on why school was so important and why they needed to further their education, they heard nothing. The look of disappointment was seen on Whosla's and Zebyr's, Bekla's and Keibo's, and Vaiba's and Majeer's faces but nothing was said on their needing to further their schooling.

When the subject of what all powers they had was brought up, Tazir spoke of how he was to start training them soon—he mentioned what his sons were able to do in their powers but he didn't go into detail on what all they had.

"Planning on retiring from the conquering scene, Tazir? Or are you going to continue with being a conqueror." Vaiba asked.

"Right now, I'm semi-retired—I'll eventually return to it. With my family just being returned to me, I do want to spend some time with them." TazirVile answered.

"Sounds fair—with a conquest taking anywhere between three months to a year to complete, it wouldn't be wise for you to up and leave them right after they're back home." Bekla commented.

"Pardon me for asking, but which of the boys have you had the most issues with?" Whosla asked.

"Haven't really had any with them," TazirVile said. "As was natural, they were real nervous for a while before calming down—Bile and Lhaklar came around first while Lazeer was third behind them; Hazaar's still getting use to things."

"You've done well with them, Tazir." Cheshire said. What the man said next none of them was able to decipher; with the man saying both Hazaar and Lazeer's names, they were fast in figuring that he was talking about them. When their father replied to the man, he used the same language that he spoke in. While Lazeer's name wasn't mentioned, or heard, Hazaar's was; Lhaklar was fast in figuring that the word fohlngue meant fine in whatever language was being spoken.

Most of them went on in eating; conversation was put to a stop. For Angel, the nervous feeling, that had gone away after conversation was started at the table, was both stronger and more foreboding than what it was earlier—where was Dara Dara, she wondered.

Nearly seven minutes had passed; either something was up or she was becoming a bit paranoid—bathroom breaks didn't last this long when they were done in a public eating establishment. People who used public restrooms typically wanted to use the bathroom fast and then get out fast; they didn't want to linger or "party" while being in them bacteria-leaden areas.

Dara Dara, Angel knew, didn't experience the typical issues that women went through each month—she didn't have a monthly flow, or bleed after an unfertilized egg met against the uterine walls. The reason for this was very easy for anyone to figure out—Dara Dara took a potion that kept her eggs from being released from their ovaries. The woman who took the potion was, essentially, infertile until that potion was either discontinued in being used or left their system—Dara Dara took the potion once a month and, she did believe, she was fast in marking whenever it was to leave her system on a calendar that was located somewhere in her small cottage.

With this being known to her, she knew that Dara Dara's lengthy visit to the bathroom wasn't related to her flow or in her needing to clean herself up and then put in a new tampon or replace a pad. Either Dara Dara was having some other issue, that was health related, or something else was going on.

"Honey," TazirVile said after seeing that she wasn't eating anything. "something wrong? You aren't eating."

"Just waiting for DD." Angel replied. "Worried about her—it's been a while since she went off to the bathroom."

"Hope she's alright," TazirVile said. He had actually forgotten all about his niece's trip to the bathroom. "Go on and eat, My Love. Don't let your food get c—"

"Yes, food that's been cooked only to be allowed to grow cold isn't the best of cuisine for my wife or son to be eating."

The low voice, that Angel and her sons knew all too well, was no more heard before the curtain, that was around their area, was swept to the side. The figure that walked into their area was both menacing and quite large; she, and her sons, gasped after seeing him while everyone else gave him quiet stares.

"I had a feeling that you two were up to something!" Angel exclaimed at Dara Dara, who was standing just behind her father, and Triskull, who was still seated in his chair.

"Dara Dara! Triskull! You couldn't wait it out for a few more weeks—you just had to bring in trouble and cause trouble." TazirVile said while getting up from his chair. He glared at his niece and nephew before turning his gaze towards the one who was interrupting his and his family's meal. "Vile, beg—"

Lazeer was fast in shooting up from his chair and then running to where his mother was; the man, who had just barged into his family's eating area, had taken a gold stick, that had two, horizontal prongs on one of its ends, out and then swung it at his father. A pink energy flew from the stick's end; his father was fast in yelling after it collided with him, and after it sent him flying away from their area.

When the stick was dropped from its angle, he saw that the end that the two prongs were on had a bubble on it from which the two prongs were connected to. The stick's other end resembled an axe, and it looked quite sharp to boot. While the stick didn't look all that sturdy, or powerful, its wielder was, which made him be more than a little scared for both himself and his family.

Lhaklar, Lazeer noted, had done the same as he in leaping from his chair; unlike he, his brother had charged from their area, going in the direction that their father had been sent in. His brother was gone for five seconds before reappearing—the curtain was pulled down, Lhaklar was seen as standing two to three feet from it, then the man who was their sire was seen as making his way around the table, which most of them had evicted after he was seen as being attacked.

"Tazzy!" Ashaklar screamed. Along with being held back by Keibo, she had gone a shade paler in the face. Don't you d—"

"You have no right in wielding a wand in this establishment, or in assaulting me!" TazirVile snarled at the older of his present nephews.

"I'm the ruler of this planet, which means that I can do whatever I want." Master Vile said while tapping the top of his wand into his hand. "If I so wish it, I can turn you into a pile of ashes or make your body go from being flesh to cardboard."

"What's your purpose here?" TazirVile demanded to know. He was just two feet from his nephew.

"Angel and Bile," Master Vile said. He nodded his head at the two that he had just referenced. "My daughter, and Family Mate, and our son."

"By my decree, you are to leave these premises and—"

Angel took four quick steps forward before stopping and then returning to standing before her children; seeing Tazir being treated in the way that he was both infuriated her and caused her to feel fear. Her father's wand was swung, then the same essence was emitted from it; Tazir was sent flying from the area once again when it struck him. He came very close to sailing through the kitchen's double doors, that was how much power her father had put into his given attack!

She had no wand; while she could use her powers she was utterly defenseless against any attacks that were used via a wand.

Cheshire, after seeing that his wife was safe, rushed forward; the man jumped onto her father's back, which was turned to him, then he held on for dear life after the man started bucking like a bronco. Master Vile did a complete circle before stopping and then throwing his arm back; once one of Cheshire's arms was in his grasp, he grabbed it then flung the man over him. Cheshire Ubalki landed on the floor one second then was sent flying from their area—the table that he landed on had a family of four at it; he landed on the table, which split in two, then he simply lie still, breathing heavily and trying to gain his bearings.

Before Cheshire could get up, Tazir ran into view. He had his wand with him; when he swung it, a white strand of energy shot from it then sizzled through air before colliding with the one that it was meant for. Master Vile yelled after the attack hit him then he turned to face the one who had targeted him. Before he was able to swing his own wand, and either get into a fight or create some pain, it flew from his hand; Angel watched as the wand came towards her, then she turned after it flew over her head. When it landed in Hazaar's hand, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in him—Hazaar had gone to work in protecting his daddy.

"Give it to me you little wimp!" Master Vile snarled at Hazaar.

"What, scared that without your wand you can't dish out more pain?" Hazaar asked while holding the wand in a mock-like way. He had used his Elemental Air powers to make the wand fly out from the man's hand; the use of his Telekinesis, which he had learned when he had been a student at the University of Telepathy, had done the trick in making the wand come to him.

"Give it to me or you will—"

"Give me the wand, Hazaar." Angel said. She didn't wait for the wand to be given to her; she took it from her son then she turned to face her father, who was glaring at her. "Ashaklar, can you take everyone from here? I'd like to have a talk with my "famous" old man."

"I think you should come with us," Zebyr said. "That way you're s—"

"No one is permitted to leave this restaurant until I've seen and spoken to my wife and son!" Master Vile shouted. He glanced at Tazir, then at Cheshire, who was now struggling to leave the table that he was lying on, before holding up a pink crystal. "You do know what this is, Zebyr?"

Zebyr knew well what it was; the Lock-Down Crystal, while being no bigger than one's wallet, and while having a pulsating pink glow to it, was something that conquerors used to either protect their civilians or punish them. Whenever a planet in a galaxy was conquered, a crystal was made that could control the windows and doors of each of the planet's present buildings—people could be contained in the buildings if the new ruler of their planet wanted to protect them from potential war-crimes, or from riots or other unrests, or they'd be contained in them as a way to break their spirit. The new conqueror, if the latter was used, would keep his, or her, civilians in them locked-up buildings for a few hours to a week or so before finally relenting in letting them go.

Tazir, he knew, had a crystal for each of the planets in his three conquered realms; unlike the conqueror of his birth and home-galaxy, who was very free in using them, he had only used them a handful of times, and only when he saw true cause in their needing to be used.

If Master Vile had one of them Lock-Down Crystals on him then that meant only one thing: the building was locked up tight. They weren't able or allowed to leave it until the man's unknown business was squared away.

"Fuck the crystal!" Angel thought before swinging her arm.

The people behind her, to the left and right of her, and before her screamed after the floor that they were on flipped over with them still being on it; the people that she had just scared would find themselves as being very confused, but safe, a second later, after finding that they weren't in the building anymore. Since she had a fear of her father having people stationed outside the building, possibly waiting for her unprotected, or guarded, family to come out so they could harm them, she retained the interest in using her Elemental Ground powers to evict them from the building.

After the building was sans most of its patrons, Angel looked at her father; the man was coming right for her and, judging by the look that was on his face, he wasn't happy or pleased with her.

"Your figure is slim, I see." the man said after stopping before her. "I like the bigger breasts; hips aren't as wide as one who's given birth as many times as you have, which, I view, is a good thing."

Though feeling a certain tug in his heart, and a certain tightening in his groin, he was disgusted by the woman before him; helping the civilians escape him, and wearing such filth as she was. Yuck! He saw her as wearing nothing more than peasant's clothes, which weren't all that fitting to her or her pedigree. The jeans were black and green—the goo design, if one wanted to call it that, was poorly constructed in his mind—and the blouse was a plain dark green color. The top of her blouse was low; he was able to see some of her breasts, which he did find himself as liking. The shoes matched the outfit, and were quite tacky and ill-maintained in his mind. The bottled liquid, that hung from a drawstring, that was around her neck, was the tackiest of the tacky on her—he wanted to rip it, and the silly ring that was on her left hand, from her.

After taking in her figure, and her outfit and "jewels", he swung his arm at her; his daughter, who he had forcibly married out of Family Law, and who had one child by him, winced, then stepped back after the wand was snatched from her.

"It's a good thing that you've got a slim figure," Master Vile said after taking his wand back. "You need no more children by the fool that you're also married to. Only good blood should be birthed by you, not bad."

"I have no badly bred children." Angel returned. She was very annoyed with the words expelled by her father; before her disappearance occurred, he hadn't accepted any of the boys sired by Tazir as his grandsons. It looked like that was on-going now.

"Really?" Master Vile turned to look at Lhaklar. "Tall, thin, and disproportioned." he turned his gaze towards Hazaar. "Short." he turned to look at Lazeer. "While having a decent height to him he's too lean... and deformed." after saying this, he turned to look at Angel. "Everyone can see the illnesses that they carry, Angel. You left My Galaxy for a bunch of misfit children!"

"I see that you've changed none since my disappearance." Angel rolled her eyes. "You was the cause of me leaving with the boys. You threatened me... said that you was going to take me from my children. That, in itself, is enough to warrant me doing as I did."

"If you hadn't whored yourself out to my—"

"I did not whore myself—"

"—uncle, or had allowed him to do as he did with you, them three non-desirables wouldn't be here. And I wouldn't of gone to do the matters that I did in threatening to take you from them either." Master Vile's yell overshadowed his daughter's a little too well.

Up to now, he had only seen the man in a photograph; as he went wide around his mother, he trained his eyes on him. Vile Vile, who preferred for everyone to call him Master Vile, was, technically, his grandfather—he was glad that the man didn't accept him as his grandson because, like his brothers, he didn't like him; no acknowledging on any of their parts on the man being a grandfather of theirs would be done in this life or in the next.

Master Vile was a tall, six feet, five inches; he looked to weigh around what Bile did. Like Bile, he had a bi-color skin complexion—the left side of his head, which was the only part of him that he was able to see, was gold while the other side of his head was dark blue. His ears were elongated, like Bile's, but, unlike Bile's, they ran the entire length of his shoulders—they were a golden color; the black, Tiger-like stripes, that were on them, did stand out rather well against that color. The man's face had a humanoid-like nose and lip structure in it while his brow was thick. His eyes were a glowing golden-yellow color; the pupils were small and black—these eyes, he was fast in noting, held quite a lot of intelligence, experience, and anger in them.

The robe, that the man was wearing, was black; along with having a cape on its back, it went to the floor and looked rather baggy in the sleeves. The accessories, that were worn over the robe, were the only things that had "color" on them. The shoulder wraps were a dark blue color; on their edges was a single snake head that, every so often, would either nip or nudge against the man's chin in affection—the one that was to the left of the man's chin was gold while the other one was dark blue. The scarf, that was around Master Vile's neck, was dark blue while the two kerchiefs, that were under it, were either a dull red or gold color.

Except for the gloves and breast-plate, that was all that had color to it; the breast-plate was a mostly dull gold color—the few small, circular areas, that were near the plate's chest area, were an aqua blue color while the ones that were near its waist were ruby-colored. The gold chain mail, that hung from the plate's rib area, had a few things hanging from it—a gold chain, for starters, and two tassels, one being white while the other was a fiery red color. He honestly wanted to rush forward to evict the red tassel—while he didn't know where the other one had come from he did know that the red one had, at one time, been on his mother's head; the man's mother had made a bunch of braided tassels out of his ma's hair and then handed them out like they were trophies or souvenirs.

The gloves, that were on the man's hands, went to his elbows; they were a dull gold color—the long fingernails, that came out from the holes that were at the ends of their fingers, were a dark blue color and looked rather sharp. The man had a pair of blue-tinted glasses on his face and, hanging from his ears, were six earrings of various designs.

"Don't look so tough with them specks on your face, or with them earrings hanging from your ears—Granddad Duru and Grampy Shaam look good with their ears pierced while yours look deformed." he thought after taking all of this in.

Angel's eyes grew wide when she saw that the man who was both her and her oldest son's father was going towards her three unprotected children; she yanked herself in the direction that he was going in then she received a surprise.

Master Vile, who had obviously been waiting for her to make such a move, wheeled around then flashed his arm at her. She screamed all while flying towards the podium where the bill for the meal that she and her family hadn't really been able to eat had been paid at; after colliding with the floor, she slid a ways before, finally, coming to rest against the corner of one of the buffet carts.

"Ma!"

Bile wasted not a second in rushing forward; he was angry, he was shocked, and, above all, he was worried for his mother—after slamming against the buffet cart's corner, she screamed then started struggling to get up... it was like one of her legs was injured enough to prevent normal, leg-based movement from happening. His father, after hearing him as coming towards him, turned then flung his wand at him; he evaded the blue band of energy that was coming for him then, like a football player, he barreled into the man with all of the strength that he could muster.

After colliding with the man, then pinning him under him, he started pummeling him with his fists.

"Bile!"

He started off as being strong but was swiftly beat back and then found himself as having to either rebound from the man who was now attacking him or go on the offense; she, who knew that he'd not last long under the impressive strength that was possessed by the one that was their sire, struggled to her feet then limped towards them.

There was something wrong with either her right hip or leg—after colliding with the buffet, she had felt a roar of pain shoot up that leg and then center around the hip to thigh region. Seeing as her son needed her, she forgot the pain.

Master Vile had her son on his back now; he was pounding on him quite mercifully. Keibo was holding Lazeer back, and Zebyr was trying to keep both Lhaklar and Hazaar back; Majeer was herding the women to a safer area while Tazir and Cheshire were going towards to fighting duo. Before the two got to them, she stopped then reeled her hand back. When her hand was shot forward, a ball of red-hot fire zipped towards her father, who was fast in howling after it struck him.

She had a fight on her hands to keep from laughing because, after her father turned to look at her, Bile took advantage; he leaped up from his near-splayed out position on the floor then he grouped his hands together. Master Vile was taken down after receiving the blow that their son gave him; Bile, quite surprisingly, stayed where he was after the man was down.

"Bile!" Angel screamed, then made the motion for him to move away. Her given movement caused her balance to leave her; the leg, that was giving her grief, screamed in pain after she fell to the floor.

"You little brat!"

He could care less about punishing his son for what he did to the little queer, and his stupid family; Trobrencus, he thought, deserved all that he had gotten... and, honestly, he thought that he should of gotten more than what he received too. The same went with his wife and that prissy punk son of theirs. After turning his attention back to his son, he got up then grabbed him around the neck; Bile was pushed against the wall and then given a good round of punishing—with his youngest son being so big, normal discipline wouldn't do the trick on him. Bile needed the rough treatment and by the Gods was he to get it on this day!

He was a different father than his own; while his father hadn't let him, or his siblings, enjoy any of their childhood years, and while his father had kept him and his siblings up into the late night hours, training and studying the books, he was a much more lenient and, he thought, patient and understanding father. He had let Rita and Rito enjoy their kid years, and he had also been less tough and surely on them when it came to their needing to be trained with their powers and to their needing to study the books.

Regardless of his being a much more lenient, patient, and understanding father than his own, he knew when it was time to ring out a punishment—Bile, in his eyes, looked like him but he had his mother's personality; he saw his son as a flighty being... someone who used their temper over their good senses and someone who thought that fighting was always the way. He, long before receiving his sister's call on where Angel and Bile were, had decided to "train" him into not being this way.

A temper was a good thing to have; it aided a conqueror but it was also a big disability too—someone could take advantage of that temper, and use it to take their opponent's strength down, or to end their opponent's life or, if it was a conqueror that they were facing, career. He didn't want that for his son; along with wanting Bile to be strong and powerful he also wanted him to know how to control himself when situations called for control to happen. It was time for Daddy to teach the Son, who had been raised by Mother for too long, and who didn't know how to go by being the son of a ruler, a lesson on how to handle himself.

His fists were swung a total of seven times, and Bile's were swung an equal amount of times, but there was a big difference between the two—while Bile's swings were felt, and did create some damage to his face, his fists were doing a lot more to him. He was just about to swing his fist into the boy's gut, to take the fight out of him so he could continue on with the lesson, when he felt himself as being yanked back. He groaned all while turning around to deal with his daughter, who he thought was the one who was preventing him from both disciplining and teaching their son right from wrong.

"Bile! Get behind your mother now!" TazirVile shouted after pulling his nephew from his adoptive son. "Lhaklar! Ha—"

Master Vile released the charge that he had been powering up; his uncle, rather shockingly, stepped out of the way then rushed at him. He readied himself for the near-funeral that was about to be created then, at the last possible second, he got a surprise.

Lhaklar, Hazaar, and Lazeer watched the events that followed next in total silence; until now, they had thought that the ability to move from one place to the next in rapid succession only occurred in movies. Their father, when he reached Master Vile, started moving from one place to another—he'd form in one place, then he'd disappear only to reappear in another and so on and so forth. Master Vile looked a little funny going from one area to the next; he was trying to catch their father, and beat him up, and he was just not able to do so.

Their father did this move of his several times before solidifying and then going forward to end the fight. The kick, that went into Master Vile's face, caused Master Vile to fall to his knees while the one to his groin did the trick in making the man's urge in wanting to fight die. When their father's opponent was down, and was more concerned with his groin, their father turned towards them. He came towards them right when their mother got to her feet.

"I didn't know that you could do bullet time, dad." Lhaklar said. Bullet time was a thing registered by the movie company called Warner Bros; the movie, The Matrix, had two scenes in it where Keenu Reeves had made time go slow so he wouldn't be hit by bullets.

"Time Warp, not Bullet Time." TazirVile corrected his son. "Bile, you alright? Anything broken?"

"Not that I know of." Bile said. Along with having a right bloody face, his nose was lying over to where the right side of his face was and his hands looked pretty rough. Regardless of these injuries, he was talking and moving about normally.

"Baby—"

"Something's up with my right leg, Tazzy." Angel relayed. After saying this, she turned to look at her father. "I don't want him anywhere near my children. Tazir, tear up his invitation—he's not coming within a football field of my sons!"

When the laughing met their ears, they searched for its cause. Master Vile was now sitting on the floor; his hands were clamped between his legs, and his mouth, while in a grimace, wasn't being used in a laugh-like manner—with this being known, they turned their gaze to the others in the building. Whosla, Bekla, and Vaiba's mouths were all shut, so it wasn't coming from them. While Majeer's mouth was slightly open the laugh wasn't coming from him either and the same went with Zebyr, Keibo, and Cheshire, who were now working to keep Lhaklar, Hazaar, and Lazeer from charging towards their mother. Ashaklar and Qeeta, while having their mouths open, and while breathing a little on the heavy side, weren't the ones behind the laugh either.

With her sons being noted as not laughing, and with her and Tazir also being counted out as being behind the laugh, she turned to take in the final two that were in the room. Triskull, she saw, had a stone-like look on his face while the one who was beside him had something up to her face—it took her all but a second to realize that it was Dara Dara who was laughing.

"I got it! I got it all, Vile. From start to finish, just like you asked." Dara Dara said while laughing.

"Keep that camera rolling!" Master Vile shouted. His shout was mostly caused by the pain that he was feeling; his sister, nonetheless, continued to both laugh and record what was going on in the room. In all, it took around twenty or so seconds before he pushed himself to his feet then turned to look at Angel. "Foolish girl—you do seem to like going against the rules placed upon you."

"Let's get out of here." Angel said. She limped towards her children then, when she got to them, she gave each of them a hug before turning to escort them from the building. "Before anything else happens, please."

"And here you are, leaving without staying long enough to speak to the man who married you first." Master Vile said. After seeing that she was intent on doing as she was, he said, "You'll find yourself as lacking them four kids of yours if you leave the restaurant so I suggest you stop and speak to me." when he saw that she was still going towards the door, he reached into his robe; when his hand was withdrawn, an envelope was neatly nestled in it. "Triskull, do please stop my daughter. Give her this—it's very important, and she is to read it fully."

"Angel needs medical attention, and I think we've had enough of you, and of your brother and sister." TazirVile said while Triskull went forward to do as he had been requested to do.

The happenings in the restaurant hadn't been expected by him; up to a few seconds to a minute or so ago, he had figured that the outing was to be a normal one and that his sister just wanted to attend it to both get in a new piece of scenery and some fresh air into herself. He had neither worried nor concerned himself with what may or may not happen after the group entered the restaurant, or even after his sister went off to use the bathroom. Now that the chaos was over, he had a feeling that his sister was a quarter to around half the mastermind behind the events that had only just concluded—with Vile being as smart as he was, it was possible that Dara Dara was just a "pawn", or messenger, as well.

At the time of his exit of his uncle's mansion, he had only known that something was up with Trobrencus and this one Goblin who seemed to not want to leave him alone—along with trailing Trobrencus like a shadow, the man had also been flirting and making him feel uncomfortable; before leaving to go to the car, he had seen Trobrencus swinging his cane at the man and then going to grab him by the throat. After leaving the mansion, then getting into the car, he had decided to imitate what his sister was doing.

He should of known that Dara Dara and Vile were cooking some scheme; Dara Dara, though slowing down in using the phones that were in Tazir's house, had been using her cellular a lot lately. After hearing that most of the TazirVile Lajoshu Surfeit family were headed out for breakfast, and that his sister was going with them, he had made the decision to tag along—along with wanting to leave the house, he had been curious about why Dara Dara was going with them. With the scheme looking to be out and exposed to all who were still in the building, he couldn't help but feel happy and sad to be here—these two feelings meshed in well with his finding himself as becoming apart of what was going on; regardless of these feelings, he went towards his brother, then snatched the envelope from his hand, then went in the direction that his niece, and her children, were headed towards.

"Hey handsome, have any interest tonight or going solitary?"

It was probably this that was causing him to go along with what was going on; the Trakeena fiasco, that he had sadly become apart of, had come very close to costing him a brother and a family. The woman, who had been looking to get revenge on the Galaxy Rangers, who had taken her original form from her, had made her rounds with nearly everyone in his family before finally making her way to his doorstep—instead of just asking him for his assistance, or ordering it from him, she had seduced him into sleeping with her and then pulled the wool over his eyes by saying that she was pregnant with his child. Only after seeing a vial of what-he-believed was the potion that he and she had drank had he believed her and then agreed to team-up with her in getting revenge on the ones that she was out for.

While Trakeena had been successful in getting her original form back she hadn't been successful in getting her revenge or in trying to take his brother's planet over; he had come to be humiliated after hearing that she wasn't pregnant, and that he had been duped into becoming her lackey, and in being a potential usurper of his brother's realm—he loved Vile, and he looked up to him like any other little brother should... The act of his playing dead after chickening out after a small round of fighting the Red Galaxy and Light Speed Ranger was also a good addition to his humiliation; the scolding from his brother, followed by the ten years of his not hearing a word from him, had given his conscious a horrible scare. Getting yelled at by his parents, and then coming close to being disowned, had also had a hand in his humiliation and fear.

He had done a lot to get back to being on his brother's good side and, honestly, he wasn't all that happy with where he stood with him now; while he hated the idea of doing it, he was willing to put his relationship with Angel on the line to gain his brother's favor, and to regain some of how things had been between them.

"Hold up. Hold up, hold up now!" Triskull said after Angel tried to bypass him. When she continued with her act in trying to pass him by, he shoved the envelope into her hand then held her steady; her children, he noticed, gave him angry looks while she simply stared at him.

Triskull refused to leave her alone, and he was very against her not looking at the envelope's contents; the man, along with staying before her, practically opened and then shoved its contents at her, so she had no choice but to see what was in it.

While taking the pieces of stapled paper from Triskull, she remembered all of what happened when Tazir went to adopt Bile; instead of doing the adoption in the M-51 Galaxy, like she did with Eshal, and instead of having no issues during the process of adopting her son, her husband had been met with one problem after another and he had taken to doing the adoption through a court system that was on Edu, which was in the nearby Eyelash Galaxy. Her father, much unlike Eshal's own mother, who hadn't said a thing during her adoption of her daughter, had done all that he could to prevent Tazir from adopting Bile—the simple tactic of threatening the man, and in bribing him, and in creating lies that he thought would prevent the adoption from happening had been done; when her husband continued to be steadfast in adopting Bile, her father turned his attention towards the judge who was presiding over the case. In a lot of ways, it had been her father's actions with the judge that attracted the attention of the Elder Courts—after hearing what he was doing, then getting testimony on it actually happening, the order for his to be supervised whenever he was around their son was reinstated and then made permenant.

Her father had become a very bitter man after losing the rights to keeping Tazir from adopting Bile; after trying to overrule the ruling, and then make out a law that said that anyone of prominent backing couldn't adopt a child without the family's full consent, he had been summoned to the Elder Courts, where he had been subjected to go to yet another Anger Restraint class and then sign a contract, which had promised that he'd remain faithful to the order placed down on Edu for Tazir's adoption of Bile to go through.

With the envelope's contents out and in her hand, and with Triskull preventing her from going anywhere, she read what was on them. After looking at the first page, she knew that it was a court order of some sort—a stamp, that could only be given via a court room, was on the page and so was a judge's signature. After reading the first four pages of the stapled pieces of paper, her blood ran cold. Along with growing very angry, she almost started to cry after the fifth page's contents were read.

January 5, 4100; 7:45 a.m
Judge Presiding: Ojsalak Oofeac

Plaintiff: Vile Vile (Present for hearing)
Defendant: Angel Irene (Not present for hearing)

Due to recent events of the defendant, Angel Irene, it is hereby ordered by this court that she be kept under surveillance for the first six month of the year 4100; she is also to allow her father, Vile Vile, to see and interact with the child that he sired through her for three of the six months placed on this order. Angel Irene is charged with the endangerment of the lives of her four children by taking them from the M-51 Galaxy, allowing them to do harmful substances, and giving them the option of free movement both around and within their living area. She is also charged with going against the order, placed down by the Elder Courts, on her allowing her father a twice weekly, supervised visitation with their son.

If she doesn't comply with the orders placed by the Court System, located on 32450 Scraavit Lane, Gamma Vile, she is at risk of losing the custody of all four of her sons.

If she shall lose custody of her four sons, they are to be separated. The custody of one named Bile Vile shall go to his father, Vile Vile, while the custody of three named LhaklarVile Closhu Surfeit, HazaarVile Tlair Surfeit, and LazeerVile Zuluduz Surfeit shall go to their paternal grandfather, DuruVile Bolushi Surfeit. Any other subsequent children born to Angel Irene, shall she violate the orders placed by this court system, are to also be given over to DuruVile Bolushi Surfeit for raising.

Signatures of witnesses of this order:
Vile Skujik Vile
Dara DaraVile Similir Surfeit
Ojsalak Oofeac—Judge Presiding

"I can't go by this... I wasn't told, or notified, about you taking me to court. You wasn't fair, dad!" Angel strained after reading what was on the final piece of stapled paper. Though angry, and about to cry, she was terrified over the possible loss of her children.

"Have you ever known me to be fair?" Master Vile smiled evilly. "That order was made a couple of days ago—it's the ninth of the month so, if I wanted to turn you in for not complying with it, I can. It's fully up to you on what you're going to do in accord to it—you can either give me a verbal invitation to come over for my extended visit or you can choose not to and lose custody of our son in the process."

"This cannot and will not be adhered to," TazirVile said after taking the pieces of stapled paper and then reading through them. "By law, you are to give her a few days notice before a court hearing is done. Angel had no notice—nothing came in the mail, and no one called to tell her that—"

"If not for you blocking my number, she'd of known about it." Master Vile said. After saying this, he turned his gaze towards Angel. "So, is your silence my answer? I have everything of this meeting on tape—am I to sent it, along with a phone call and then written statement, after hearing that I'm not allowed to come over for my visit or are you—"

"Blast your ass!" Angel spat. She turned, then went off a few feet before stopping, sighing, and then turning back around. "Come by the mansion; bring your lot with you if you wish but, mark my words, if you or any of who you bring with you harm any of my children there's going to be problems between us."

"Baby, you don't have to adhere to any of the orders from this hearing," TazirVile said. He walked over to his wife then he tried to take her into his arms; she coldly rebuffed him. "You were given no warning, Angel! His number being blocked is nothing more than an excuse—you know this as well as I do. Court systems send out mail to the two parties involved in the upcoming hearing and you got nothing from the system that this came fr—"

"I'm not losing my kids!" Angel exclaimed. She gave her husband a stare before turning to look at her father. "Let us out of this damn restaurant—we've had about enough of you and your shit."

"See you shortly, My Daughter-Mate." Master Vile said. He said a simple phrase, then the pink crystal, that he was holding, glowed. Although the sound of the building's doors and windows unlocking was loud, Angel and her sons, and everyone else in their party, welcomed it. Tazir helped his wife from the restaurant while Cheshire and Ashaklar worked as a force in moving their sons along; of the seventeen in their group, only fifteen left the building. Dara Dara and Triskull decided to stay behind.