It happened again... the seemingly normal shadows, that were on his bedroom wall, changed in the blink of an eye to form a rather confusing scene that, except for when he rolled over, didn't stop playing—even after snapping his eyes shut, then keeping them shut for a matter of either seconds or minutes, it continued to play. Like last night, when he saw that the scene was still going on, he rolled over—he stayed on his side for a couple of minutes before curiosity caused him to roll back to face the wall that it was on.
"Shadows don't manifest unless something's there to create them—there's nothing in my room that's moving like this, or that can make what's on my wall." he thought after seeing that the scene had paused itself after he rolled over, and after seeing that it had resumed itself after he had turned to face it again.
A sort of camp was able to be seen on his wall; he saw a makeshift tent, and a fire, and he also saw the foliage that was around the camp. It was quite odd that he was able to see the leaves and branches of the shadow-made trees and bushes move, and it was also odd that he was able to see the fire as it moved to and fro. Like with the previous night, he watched as the scene rolled; it was tranquil for a few minutes before a figure jumped up and then ran out of the camp's tent—this figure, whoever or whatever it was, ran all around its camp for a few minutes before stopping. The arms were up, and looked to be laced in whatever head-ware or hair it had on its head, and its shoulders shuddered a few times before going still; the figure remained still for around two or three minutes before turning and then starting the process of pacing before the tent that it had come from—the events that unfolded via the shadow ended there; a gentle breeze was felt as going across his face before the shadow disappeared.
Like yesterday, he wondered what he had just witnessed after the manifestation ended. He and his brothers, when they were younger, and either when a storm blew through, that took their power and left them with nothing to do, or when it was night and they found themselves as not able to go to sleep, had used a series of puppets, or their hands, to make all sorts of shadows appear on the walls of their rooms—momma would either become involved in their shadow making if a storm had come through or she'd come into their rooms after seeing the light under the door, which would only come from their having the shades from the room's placed lamps off their base, and then say for them to go to bed. He knew that shadows could be fun, and could also do wonders in tricking a person, but he also knew that what he had seen wasn't one playing around with him or something in the room playing a trick on him and causing him to grow unnerved.
"Go to sleep... somehow, you'll forget about it and—"
"Better be careful—you know how Mr. Paranoid is with his car." Lazeer's voice dragged him from the memory that he was reliving. He was both relieved and a little annoyed over having the memory interrupted—he wanted to try to come up with a logical explanation to it and he also wanted to relive it so he could go on with his life. "If he catches so much as a whiff of you being around his "baby" he'll come charging like a mad bull."
"Yeah man, take our advice and look quickly." Bile said.
Lhaklar was fast in breaking out in a sweat after his two brothers warned him about the "consequences" of what he was doing; if he was caught in checking out Mr. Mean's car, he could well be grounded for eternity, or thrown in jail, or be hurt... or be thrown in jail and then hurt!
He and his brothers were in the garage; they were taking advantage of the opportunity in being able to take in the building's various vehicles—and, since none of the adults were in the building right now, to have a relaxing smoke and to check-in on the car that seemed to be off-limits to just about everyone who either lived, was visiting, or worked in the mansion. Master Vile, the man behind their mother's, and Bile's, creation, and the man who had been rather tyrannical in forcing his parents to let him come over for his extended stay, had shown up for his stay at around noon on the ninth of January, which was three days ago—along with showing a bit too much of his disagreeable demeanor, he was trying to take control of the house and boss everyone around.
Along with showing up with two suitcases, and a duffel bag, he had also been in a rather expensive Roadster Ford-like vehicle—while he had seen to taking his car into the garage he had plain refused to take his bags to his room, which was on the mansion's seventh level. After "seeing" Losal in taking his bags up to his given room, he had called for all of the house's children to follow him to the garage. After everyone was in the garage, and was before the vehicle that he owned, the man had said that if he caught wind of anyone coming near his Rod-T-Ster there'd be trouble, and not of the normal parenting sort either.
No questions had been asked on what all would be experienced if anyone decided to venture out to either look at or fool with the car; except for Baruk, and he and his siblings, everyone had nodded their heads after being asked if they understood—the act of most everyone breaking their neck in getting out of the building had happened next. Baruk, about four hours after his brother's arrival to the house occurred, had made the trip to the garage and then strode up to his brother, who had been smoothing a rag over the chrome parts that were on the front of his car at the time.
Master Vile and Baruk must have a better than grand relationship because no warning enforcements, or threats, were made after Baruk was seen as being a foot to a foot and a half from the vehicle; the man, along with letting the kid speak with him, and be as close as he was to his car, had asked him if he wanted to take a spin in it. About an hour after Baruk's ride was done and over with, Kaasa and Sudir had been seen as going into the garage and then being driven around in the car. Master Vile must have something against Duru and Cyla's kids because, when they asked if he could do the same for them in giving them a ride in his car, he had said no and then for them to scram. No further questions from any of the other kids on whether they could be driven around in the car had been asked—he, like his brothers, knew that the answer would be the same for them on whether or not they could be given the privilege of being driven around in the car.
"What do you see?" Hazaar asked after Lhaklar started looking at the car's interior.
He saw nothing more than a plain old normal car; the inside wasn't gold, or silver, or covered in semi-precious or precious gems—he saw chrome in several areas but that was all. The seats had black leather on them; the wheel's cover had a black and blue, smoke-like design on it; the carpet was black while the polyester siding and ceiling was a dark gray color; and the dash, and its instruments, had chrome on them. The Rod-T-Ster's exterior body was a mostly purple color; the flames, that were painted on it, were a light or dark gray color. Rather curiously, the hood was missing—while the engine could be seen, it had a type of glass, or thick plastic, over it that protected it from the elements. Along with having a chrome-detailed grille, fenders, and bumpers, the car had six exhausts on it—four came out from the sides of the car's front-end while the other two came out from the vehicle's back.
Everything on the inside, and outside, of the car was clean and spot-free; it had two front seats in it while, in the back, was a single seat that could fit just one person. The license plate, that was on the front and back of the car, said MVile43—he was fast in figuring that the M stood for Master while the 43 stood for how many cars the man owned.
"Nothing flashy, or too-crazy, going on in the inside—have to say that he threw a good hundred thousand for it." Lhaklar replied to Hazaar's question while moving away from the car.
"Looks like something that someone would just buy and then stash away in their garage—it looks too nice to drive." Lazeer said. "Don't think I'll be seeing you asking for or building a model of a car like that, Lhaklar. It doesn't look like—"
"Yuck! I'll stick with the classics, thank you." Lhaklar was fast in saying.
"Hey! Come look at this!" Bile, who had since moved off to look at the building's other vehicles, yelled. They were fast in moving in the direction that he was in.
Along with being glad to be away from the vehicle that Mr. Paranoid owned, they were glad to still be as close as they were to their older half-brother—Master Vile had sure tried to severe their bond to their brother and had also tried a bunch of other things since his arrival. After giving out the warning on what would happen if anyone was seen as being near, or tampering with his car, he had grabbed and then taken Bile to the side; he had said for him to both stay away from the "scrubs"—he, Hazaar, and Lazeer, and the Ubalki children—and to hang around the ones that had "good" or "desirable" blood in their veins. Bile had refused, which had earned him a good "slap" on the shoulder and then father-chiding. Almost immediately after taking Bile to the side, Master Vile tracked their father down then tried to hustle him into moving Bile's room to another portion of the house that wasn't close to theirs—when dad said no on that happening, the man had grown furious and then started throwing out the threats on what would happen if his request wasn't done.
The day following Master Vile's arrival was rather exciting; their mother and father, and Mr. Paranoid and his sister, Dara Dara, took a trip to Brol, which was in a Galaxy that wasn't conquerable. The old man had obviously stayed up all night to arrange a hearing for the four of them—the matter on the hearing that Mr. Ojsalak Oofeac oversaw was disclosed to three very powerful judges; it had only taken an hour for the court order, that stated that their mother was to be supervised for the next six months and that she was at liberty of losing them if anything came up that went against Mr. Oofeac's order, to be overruled. Master Vile and his sister were fined $5000 for their involvement in trying to cause court in-justice while Mr. Ojsalak Oofeac, who had also been called to Brol, had been fined $10,000 and then fired of his job. The charge towards their mother's inability to show up for her court case was also thrown out, so she hadn't had to pay a cent of the $2,500 fine that she had been given.
"Course, having his court case overruled didn't cause the man to back off from us." Lhaklar thought. "He resumed his shit right after he got back."
After Master Vile came over for his stay, and was seen as having a car, their father had made the decision to tell everyone else who drove and owned a car to bring one of their cars to the mansion—so to stave jealousy and to give the guests a little more freedom in having something to drive, they thought.
The van, that was five or so feet from the Rod-T-Ster, belonged to Granddad Cheshire; along with being big enough to accommodate everyone in his family it had a burgundy front-end, the rest of the vehicle had been painted to look like wood. The car that was behind the van belonged to their Aunt Qeeta; it was a nice and shiny black and silver color and, from what they were able to see, it's doors swung up instead of to the side.
The vehicle that was beside their Aunt Qeeta's belonged to Zebyr Verobari; except for being longer, and sleeker, it resembled a PT Cruiser. It was a dark green color, and it looked to be in better than fine shape. After making the decision to cross before the van, they saw that it was obscuring Keibo Sebatu's car—he owned something similar to a Nissan Cube, only it was a little longer and wider than the Nissan Cube and was a two-tone blue and yellow color. The vehicle that was behind Mr. Verobari's was owned by Bushon Bedali; along with looking like one of them Chevy Cruze Turbo Diesel's it was a mostly pale green color. The white stripe, that was painted on its sides, was the only other color that was on it.
"Hey!" it was a good thing that they had already smoked their cigarettes, or, in Bile's case, his joint, because it looked like they weren't the only ones in the garage. Majeer Doshluna, who had just entered the garage, was fast in walking down the aisle towards them.
"Mr. Doshluna." Lhaklar said after noticing him.
"Majeer, Lhaklar." Majeer said. "What're you kids doing in here?"
"Nothing more than looking at the cars." Bile answered. He was slightly annoyed over being asked why he was in the building—what, did he and his brothers not have the right in checking out what was in their living space, or was everyone being a paranoid with them?
"Nothing wrong with that—just as long as you don't touch. We don't need the likes of Master Vile carting you anywhere, or putting wrong hand on you." Majeer said. He smiled then went past them; they, after a few seconds passed, followed him.
"What is that!" Hazaar exclaimed after seeing the car that Majeer was now unlocking the door of.
It was a light gray color, and it looked like a convertible—the top, they saw, after approaching the car, wasn't like that of a typical convertible; it looked to open, or shut, in reverse, which they did think was unique. The trunk was big while the front-end was short. Rather interestingly, there were no tires on it.
"A Loremo AG," Majeer said after turning to see who it was that had commented on his car.
"Where's the tires?" Bile asked.
"Don't have any—the Loremo hovers on air when it's driven." the man said after opening the door then getting into the car. "Make room now, don't want to squash any of you."
They moved out of the way then watched as the man drove his vehicle from the garage; thanks to there being an aisle between the cars that'd allow the cars more than enough room to drive through, Majeer didn't have to worry about hitting any of the cars or having to pay for any damages that his car created after side-swiping another's. After Majeer left the garage they went on in looking at the cars.
In the row across from the one that Majeer's car had once been parked in were two very cool cars that they had to check out. While Trobrencus had taken to driving his car to the garage he hadn't gone into the garage after reaching it—either the man knew better than to drive a car like his into a building or their father had made a request for him to turn his car off and then teleport it to being in the garage. Trobrencus's car, right now, was a dark blue color and the windows were darkly tinted; when the car was on, or being driven, it was engulfed in flames from body to tires—he and his brothers, after seeing the car as being driven down the driveway, and then to the garage, had stopped to gawk at it. None of them had ever seen a car like it before and, honestly, they didn't think that they were to ever see a car like it, or that rivaled it, again.
The car, that was parked behind the one that caught fire after the key was twisted in the ignition, was also cool; it was owned by Trobrencus's adult son, Trivit, who had made the decision to join the others in having a car of his own in the garage after hearing that everyone could bring one of their cars to the house. The car looked very much like a jeep only it had a rather pointy front-end; it was a mostly black color. The frame's artwork, which was either gray or orange, was very flame or smoke-like. They were fast in thinking that the car hovered on air too—like Majeer's car, there were no tires on it. The lack of a hood gave them the ability to see the full-chrome engine, which looked rather powerful to the naked eye.
"Well I'll be if the kids aren't in here." they turned on a dime after hearing the voice that belonged to none other than Qepax Veonim. Like Majeer, he went down the aisle then went straight to one of its cars; unlike Majeer, he beckoned for them to follow him. Since the man was rather nice, and pleasant to be around, they did so with no lip or hesitation given. "You kids ever hear of the LiPhaen-12?"
"No." they responded.
"Ever see one?"
"No."
Lhaklar, they knew, was fascinated by the car that was being shown to them; it had the body of a 1932 Lincoln Phaeton but it also had a rather wild design to it that set it apart from that vehicle. Instead of having any paint on it it was covered in nothing but chrome, so it was very shiny; the windows were normal-tinted while the tires were a bit too big for the vehicle that they held up. According to Qepax, the tires folded into the car after it was started—a jet system was put into effect right after the tires were in the car. There were just three seats in the car and the trunk was rather big.
Qepax was much like Majeer; after showing them his car, then telling them a few details about it, he got into it then said for them to step away so he could safely drive it from the garage. The man had no sooner left the garage before Pagnyar Palus came in; like Qepax, he took them to where his car was parked then showed them it.
Pagnyar's car, which was parked behind the space where Qepax's had been, looked almost like a convertible and a Mercedes. It was white, the engine wasn't able to be seen, it had two exhausts in the back, and the tires were very normal in appearance. When they asked if the tires receded into the vehicle they learned that, while they didn't, they did expel a yellow steam when the vehicle was in motion. Pagnyar had only come into the building to both check on his car and see if the building was able to withstand what was expected to happen in the next ten or so minutes; after seeing that his car was fine, and that the building was fine, he bid his good-byes then left to go back inside.
"I'm a sucker for the cars that have their engines showing." Lazeer said after moving to the next row of cars then stopping before the car that was owned by their uncle. The car was burgundy in color; it had big tires, that sat on hydraulics; and it had four exhausts in the back. The hood had either a plexi-glass or glass cover on it that allowed for the engine to be seen. "Not as shiny as the other engines that are able to be seen, but I can see that Uncle Kuruk takes good care of his car."
"You sure? The intake pipe looks a bit dirty." Hazaar, who had since convinced himself that what he was experiencing was either a dream or his mind playing tricks on him, said. He was standing behind Lazeer and was looking over his shoulder.
"Has normal coloration for a vehicle that's frequently driven." Lazeer replied before going on the pointing out what he was seeing on the engine of his uncle's car. "The alternator is new, and so is the belt that's on it. The motor mount looks to be a few years old, and so does the turbocharger and wastegate actuator. The transmission looks like it'll need to be replaced in the next few years and the spark plugs—"
"Lazeer found his newest flame!" Hazaar exclaimed while moving away from the car that his brother was so enthused in.
If not for Lazeer, and his interest in cars, or in pointing out what all parts that he was describing, he'd not know a thing of what he was saying; when they had been enrolled in Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery and Magic, Lazeer had taken a Mechanics class. Lazeer was rather gifted in knowing the inner workings of mechanical things, which sort of made him feel jealous. Whenever their mother's car was having trouble, she'd call for Lazeer's assistance before taking it to the shop—if he fixed the issue that was going on with her car, he'd find himself as getting a thank-you and an extra $10 in his next allowance; if he wasn't able to figure out the problem, their mother would thank him and then tell him that he did his best.
One time, when Lazeer wasn't available to help their mother in getting the new alternator on her car, he had stepped in for him; while it had taken him six hours, and had cost him some bloody fingers, he had gotten the thing on the car. It had lasted their mother for nearly four years before needing to be replaced again. If Lazeer had been the one to put that alternator on the car he wouldn't of had any hint of bloody hands and he would of done it in less time than he. Like Lazeer, he had found himself as getting an extra $10 in his next allowance for his troubles in putting the alternator on the car; momma had also thanked him for his "services" too.
The jealousy that he felt was normal; he knew that it was brought on by his knowing that his brother was smarter, and that he could do certain things either better or faster, than him—there was only a small handful of times where he had let his jealousy over this subject get the better of him.
"Bet Lhaklar's going to drool after seeing these." Hazaar thought after stopping before the two cars that were owned by his grandfather and great-grandfather.
Granddad Duru had a car that looked like a hybrid of the 1940's Mark VI Bentley and Mercedes Benze W15. The color was black on silver; the front-end looked like the Mark VI Bentley while the back looked like the Mercedes. There was a good shine to the car, so he knew that his grandfather was taking better than exceptional care of it. The tires looked new; when he looked in through one of the windows, he saw a dark gray interior.
Grampy Shaam's car was dark gray in color; it looked very much like a Delahaye 165 Figoni et Falaschi Cabriolet—Lhaklar, as expected, was fast in stopping and then gazing at both it and the Mark VI Bentley/Mercedes Benz W15. Seeing as his brother was so goo-goo eyed to the two cars, he moved on—one brother-made lecture on cars was enough for the day.
The building, before having the cars owned by the other members of his family placed in it, had had around fifty cars in it; he saw a few Model T-like cars, limousines, golf carts and tractors, and riding lawn mowers. The luxurious vehicles, that looked to cost one a pretty penny, had covers on them while the other vehicles were cover-less. Each vehicle was parked in a straight line, one behind the other, and always in a row that consisted of four cars. After he and his brothers looked at the cars—their mother's car really stood out among the more fancy ones, but they spoke none on this—they moved to the building's far back, where a line of another type of vehicle looked to be parked at.
"Holy shit—dad has motorcycles too?" Hazaar exclaimed after drawing the cover from some of the vehicles that lined the building's back wall.
"Either they're his or they're owned by Rubacon, Rito, and Lord Zedd." Bile said after looming up beside him.
"There's a whole damn line of them," Hazaar said in awe. There was around seven motorcycles in front of him.
"He has a row of carriages over against the wall as well." Lhaklar said. He pointed at the right-side wall, where there was a row carriages, which looked to have a fitted sheet-like cover on them.
The first motorcycle that they looked at had a resemblance to both a motorcycle and a car—the front-end was very Harley-like in appearance while the back looked like a Ford Explorer. It was yellow, and quite well polished, and it had just three tires on it—one in the front and two in the back. The thick plastic, that was before the vehicle's two back-seats, provided protection to the ones that were riding as its passengers. Judging by the license plate, that was on the vehicle's front, this was Rubacon Iovides's car.
The vehicle beside the hybrid had the looks of a Darwin but it also didn't have the inner workings of that type of motorcycle. The entire motorcycle looked to of been infused with a bovine's skeleton—the handlebars were the bovine's horns while the headlights looked out from the skeleton's eye sockets. The seat, frame, and shock were the spine and rib cage of the animal while the springs on the back, and the front tires, were surrounded by the animal's limbs. Going by the license plate, that was on the front and back of the vehicle, they guessed that it belonged to Rito—1Rito4U was what the two plates said.
When Bile yelled for them to come to him, and to see what he was looking at, they tore their gazes from them two vehicles then went down the line to where he was. Their brother was standing a foot or so to the side of a motorcycle that looked more than a little cool. It was either a black or a red color and there was tubing and all sorts of chrome on it; sticking out from both the front, back, and sides of the vehicle were a series of serated edges that looked eerily similar to spikes—the vehicle's two tires had them same serated edges on them, but they were shorter and less pronounced than the others that were on the car. The license plate, that was on the vehicle's front, had LorZedd on it.
After seeing the car, Hazaar decided to step closer to it—to get a closer look and to see if what he was seeing was real or not. He had no more crossed before the vehicle before jumping back—the vehicle, along with gaining a red glow to it, gave a sound that was similar to a growl.
"Well, we know that it's Jerk Number Two's." Hazaar said after distancing himself from the vehicle.
"Put your leg near the grille—see if it snaps at you." Bile said. He gave his brother an evil smile before turning his gaze back to the motorcycle that they were looking at.
"You first." Hazaar returned.
"Chicken."
"Am not!"
"Bawk bawk." Bile flapped his arms as if they were wings.
"Think most of these are owned by dad." Lazeer, who was walking down the line of motorcycles slowly, said. Only when he reached the final vehicle in the line did he stop. "Think this one belongs to Triskull."
It was one of them Lowrider type of vehicles; the seat was small, but looked very able to carrying one of Triskull's weight, and was black while the rest of the vehicle was dark green. There was a skull on the fender; the headlight was big, which would do wonders in lighting the dark streets that its owner and driver decided to drive down. The license plate had a chrome-chain outline on it, which they did think was unique; on the plate it said TrSkul2. The motorcycle's engine was clean, and very shiny, and looked powerful enough to make the vehicle go fast. After looking at the vehicle, Bile remembered seeing Triskull as driving it into the garage—the man, instead of wearing a helmet, had just had a pair of goggles over his eyes.
Lazeer, after looking at the vehicle that he thought belonged to Triskull, went up the line of motorcycles before stopping; the bike that he was standing before was a weird, burgundy-dark green color, and it had a sidecar attached to it. After taking in the license plate, that looked to have his father's name on it, he went to its side then grabbed its handlebars.
"I shall do my impression of Bile now," he leaned back, then opened his mouth to make himself look like he was screaming.
"No, he'd be acting like he has hair—his head would be back, and his invisible hair would be flapping in the wind." Hazaar said.
"Uh-huh, he'd be laughing like a maniac all while driving." Lhaklar said.
"You three are pathetic." Bile commented while going down to where his three brothers were. After reaching the bike, he grabbed the handlebars then leaned down; his eyes grew glassy, and his lower lip nearly overlapped the top one. "That would be me."
"And then we'd see you making out with the asphalt." Lazeer laughed. "You'd go right over the handlebars then you'd go face-first into the asphalt. We'd be asking you how it tastes after you've been brought in and then checked ov—"
"I'd do better than you," Bile said. "Least there wouldn't be a yellow puddle on the seat when I'm driving."
The crack of thunder was loud; they jumped after hearing it then turned to look at the garage's front. The old man had said that it was suppose to rain in ten or fifteen minutes—they had been in the garage for less than that so they should be fine... or so they thought. After Master Vile came over for his stay, they had been taken to the side and then told that they no longer needed supervision whenever they went out in the front—like with the back, they could go out whenever they wanted to... weather permitting, of course. Due to Master Vile and his entourage—his two, older children, Lord Zedd, and Thrax—spending more than enough time in the backyard they had made the decision to spend their outside time in the front yard. Along with finding a good spot to smoke in private, and explore the various things in the yard, they just came out to get some fresh air and to get a break from the mayhem that was going on in the house.
It seemed that Moas was a planet where the temperature was almost consistently in the mid to high-seventies; if they had been on Earth, there'd be snow on the ground and it'd be bitterly cold. They'd be throwing snow at one another, or building and then demolishing snowmen, or collecting snow for their mother's snow cream; they'd be shoveling the walk and driveway of its snow, and checking the roof and gutters to ensure that they weren't getting too overloaded with snow and icicles; and they'd be a little worried about the power being lost because of a limb or large icicle bringing down the power poles if they had been on Earth. Lhaklar would still be working at Kale's World, and their mother would still be working at Food Lion, and Bile and Lhaklar would still be entertaining the ladies, and they'd be allowed to go out on the town, or to the ghost towns that were around their lived-in town, after breakfast was consumed.
It seemed like forever since they had seen Earth; they missed it and the things that they had been allowed to do while living on it. Bile and Lhaklar were a little stressed out over not having anyone to "entertain"; Lhaklar was stressed out because the old man wasn't letting him be like he usually was; he was stressed out because no one was leaving him, or his lifestyle, alone; and Lazeer was stressed out because no one seemed to like how he was almost always funny or trying to brighten someone's day. There was no more hunting, or fishing; the act of their getting their monthly magazine issues was gone; they weren't allowed to smoke, or buy their smokes anymore; and just about everyone scoffed at the hobbies that they had an interest in or that they did to pass the time away. The only ones that seemed to not have a beef with them were their mother, Trobrencus and his family, and Bushon Bedali.
The good weather was about to leave them for a spell; according to their father, a "gully washer" was coming in sometime that afternoon, which would drench their area of residence for a total of four days before waving the flag of surrender and then dissipating. Going by the thunder that was going on outside, the storm had arrived before schedule.
"Well, best get in and see what's happened to my room." Bile said. He sounded right miserable, which they could concur with—they were all miserable.
"Hope that nothing's happened to it. You locked the door, right?" Lazeer asked.
Bile couldn't help but feel angry while leading his brothers down one of the garage's aisles; since the man's arrival, he had experienced issue after issue with him. He had heard a lot of verbal abuse, and had received a lot of threats of violence, from the man for the first few hours of his being in the house before the man's gaze was turned in the direction of the room that he inhabited. After entering his room, then giving it a once-over, he had said a spell that'd make all of his posters, resin models, music, and magazines be destroyed. He had come close to exploding after entering the room, and then seeing that all of his things were destroyed—instead of exploding, and then tracking the man down to teach him a lesson on respect, he had gone to retrieve his mother and adoptive father.
The two had taken care of the items that had been destroyed; a spell had been done to make everything go back to the way it was then he had been led to his room and then told to sit and calm down before going off to do anything. His things had been fine for all of an hour before his father came back for another go in destroying them—instead of entering his room like a normal person would, the man had kicked the door in and then gone to town. Like the first time, his mother and adoptive father took care of the mess by making it return to looking the way it had before his father came in then went crazy. His room had been fine for the rest of that day then, the following day, the old man had made a come-back in trying to destroy it.
Instead of tearing everything to bits, and smashing the music discs and models, his father had set the entire room on fire. All of his stuff had gone up in flames, and then become ashes in a matter of seconds before them flames dropped and the man left; if not for Zshon Zultoa, who had been on the level when he went to look into his room, he might well of put a hole in the wall. Mr. Zultoa had escorted him to Lhaklar's room, then his mother and adoptive father returned to his room to fix it up, then he had been approached by his adoptive father and then taken to the side. He had been asked to stay on the level for a few hours—to both calm down and to prevent his biological father from going into his room and then destroying it.
After being allowed to eat lunch in his room on the eleventh of January, he had found himself as having to do a face-to-face encounter with his father—the man had barged into his room and then raised his hand like he was about to say a spell that'd cause everything in the room to either disappear or be destroyed; he had reacted by jumping up and then rushing at him. Dark Dad, as he commonly called the man, had left his room a few seconds later with his hand firmly clasped over the eye that he had "viciously" attacked. His father, who was apparently terrified of his mother's Velociraptor form, had done a girlie scream after leaving his room and then seeing his mother, who was in that form at the time, rushing down the hallway towards him. Two hours after that encounter happened his father, who obviously didn't get the hint to stay away, had come into his room again—ma, who had been in his room and in her Velociraptor form at the time, had come close to severing his hand from his wrist; after biting him, then sending him down the hallway in a blind panic, she had said that he was to lose something else if she caught wind of his going into his room or destroying anything of his again.
Either the man was stupid or he just plain wanted to add insult to injury because, on the night of that day, he had plopped several pamphlets on his empty plate and then said for him to look through them and then pick one to go to—each had been about a school, that was either new or rather old in the Universe; after seeing what each pamphlet was about, he had said no thanks and then slid them to his mother. His adoptive father, after "filing" the pamphlets under his chair, had said for his biological father to back off and knock it off—so far, the man had done so... he didn't know when the man was to start his shit again so he was on his toes for anything that may or may not happen between the two of them.
"And when the clouds opened, they released a torrent of rain onto the landscape below." Hazaar said after the door to the garage was lifted and they were about to step out from it.
"Dude! Can it come down any harder?" Bile exclaimed.
"Is it windy or—" Lhaklar's question was answered when a gust of wind caught against the rain.
"It's going to be one hell of a mad dash to the porch." Lazeer said just before darting out into the rain. Along with getting drenched, he tasted grass after his feet shot out from under him.
One of his "prey" had run off before the chance in his suggesting that they play a game of cat and mouse could be made; without a second to spare, he ran out from underneath the garage's overhanging roof then went for his brother, who had since gotten to his feet. When Lhaklar and Hazaar left the garage, he put the brakes on then turned to go after them—Lhaklar was left alone to close the garage's door while Hazaar was fully targeted for chasing. Lazeer, when he finally reached the safety of the porch, turned then started cheering his two brothers on in keeping away from Bile, who was now "trying" to keep the both of them from reaching the porch—seeing as Lhaklar and Hazaar weren't trying to reach the porch, their brother's attempts were really for nothing.
It took a few minutes for Hazaar to get his fill of being chased; when he reached the porch, he was both drenched and, owing to his falling and then sliding along on the artificial blue grass, grass stained. He and his brother watched as Bile concentrated his energies on Lhaklar, who was now a distance from the porch and who was using a lot of agility; Bile laughed a non-miserable laugh while Lhaklar taunted—in a way, it was hearing the non-miserable laughter that caused the both of them to leave the porch and then resume the game that they had left.
Lazeer chased Bile while Hazaar chased Lhaklar; they did this for a short while before finding their older brothers as turning the tides on them. Bile slipped twice while chasing him—he went to his knees on the first while, on the second slip, he went to his side—then he decided to team-up with him in chasing after Lhaklar and Hazaar. Lhaklar looked to be going well until his feet flew out from under him—he fell, face-first, to the artificial terrain then, when he got up, he was noticeably slower and stiffer in his movements. When Hazaar went down a few seconds later, he skinned his elbow and chin open; a yell came from him before he got to his feet then started towards the porch. Lazeer had just fallen, and then rolled onto the driveway, right before Majeer, who was returning from wherever he was headed to, when one of the windows, that was on the house's second level, was thrown open.
"Bile! Lhaklar! Hazaar! Lazeer! Get your blue, green, and bi-colored booties inside and now!" their father shouted right when a lightning bolt, and then a crack of thunder, was seen and then heard.
They acted like they didn't hear his order for a few seconds before turning and then going towards the house; Majeer, though a sport in waiting for Lazeer to get up and then leave the driveway, didn't look very pleased with what they were doing or with the fact that he had come close to hitting one of them. After they reached the porch, then either shook themselves or rang their clothes to being somewhat dry, they went to the door then entered the house. The door was promptly shut behind them then they took to trying to act like they were innocent of what they had just done—which wasn't all that easy, being that it was the first activity that they had done where they had both been and felt free.
"I so needed that." Bile took a deep breath in before exhaling.
"Can't find fault or disagree with you—I feel as light as a feather right now." Lhaklar said.
"Same here." Bile gave his brother a punch in the arm. "Feel like I've just had a rousing session with a punching bag—all my stresses were let out."
"Might get the sniffles, or a cold, but what we just did was worth it." Hazaar said.
"Seeing us do the slip, fall down, and slide routine was just as much fun as the chasing around bit." Lazeer said excitedly.
"Looks like my four boys had some fun with the rain." they looked up after hearing her voice; their mother was coming down the stairwell that wound around the foyer's left side, Zshon was at her side. "I did my best to keep your father preoccupied so you could run around and play a little."
Bile wasted not a second in going up the stairs, or in "tackling" his mother in a hug; after hugging her, he went up to the second level then started down its hallway. His brothers followed in his example by doing the same—Angel, after receiving their hugs, said a spell that'd cause her clothes to go from being damp to dry then finished her descent. Seeing as she had nothing better to do, she went down the foyer's one hallway then made the turn onto the hallway that branched to its left.
Zshon Zultoa had been sticking to her side like glue all day; the order from her husband on one in her Circle staying near her had been given right after they returned from their disastrous outing at Whegnew's. Along with wanting to ensure that she was safe, he had also wanted to ensure that she was staying where she should be and that she wasn't being put under too much stress—if not for Eldass, he wouldn't of asked for one in her Circle to stay near her. Eldass, after learning that she had tried to "pass off" Elimination Demoniaque as normal conversation, and then talking to Bushon about why it had been brought up, had made the trip to her husband's office, where he had sat and then waited for her husband to return.
Losal had called Tazir time and again; even after Tazir told her to turn his phone off, he had continued to call—he had been so frantic that he hadn't left any messages on why he was calling so much. Mr. Khrelan had come down after they arrived home; though he did try, he hadn't been allowed to speak to her husband on what Homsi had told him earlier that morning—Tazir had made the decision to do a two-hour drive from Whegnew's before initiating the move on teleporting them home. She had been carried into the house, then to the medical chamber, and then placed on the table; her husband had only just started giving the table commands when the Goblin entered the room. Seeing as he wasn't able to speak to the man, Mr. Khrelan had asked Eldass to do so, which he had.
A fracture had been noted as being present in her right hip while the muscle, that was around the upper femur of that leg, had been bruised; the table had fixed the fracture but it hadn't been able to fix the muscle damage. Bile's injuries had been tended by hand. After she, and her children, were seen to the second and third level, Tazir went to his office—Eldass had been persistent, and rather loud, in telling him what he had learned and Tazir, after hearing what the man was telling him, had grown phenomenally concerned for her. Eldass, Homsi, Kalach, Zshon, and Losal had all been appointed the chore of staying at her side at all times after everything was out and in the open—except for when her husband was by her side, or when she was using the bathroom, she had one of them following her like a shadow.
"How is it that she picked this planet over Gamma Vile to raise our son on is beyond me—this is one of the worst planets to raise a child on." Angel heard her father say. Though she already knew where she was going, she still stopped to take in her surroundings; she was on the second hallway that branched off the one that came off the one that ran into the foyer, and she was just two steps from the house's bar. "This planet is nothing more than rock and water... it rains and storms periodically and—"
"There's nothing wrong with the planet, Vile. People been raising their kids here way before you wrongly conquered it." Angel heard KurukVile say.
"You've got to be kidding me—a kid could well fall, or trip and scrap his or her skin on the rocks, or be swept out to sea after their parents' homes are overrun with ocean water. People have to cover the sharp, rocky terrain with artificial terrain, which is known to carry all sorts of parasites and diseases." Master Vile was fast in replying. "Moas is the eye-sore of My Galaxy—I should of destroyed it right after the galaxy was conquered."
"You never should of conquered it in the first place," DuruVile commented. "You went against tradition, and it gave you a bad name. It nearly gave all of us—"
"I'm a feared conqueror of world's—how did my conquest of this galaxy harm my name?" Master Vile snapped. "If you asked me, it helped my image. You idiots never thought of the rewards that such a conquest would do for you or yours."
"Traditions are to be followed, Lad. The one on our leaving our birth-galaxy be was forged by ChaboVile Relspin Shurfeet, who deemed it dishonorable, disrespectable, and disgraceful; he was fast in instructing his children to agree on leaving the M-51 Galaxy be and they—" ShaamVile started to say.
"Yawn."
"—agreed to it. We, through the generations, have honored his wish by leaving this galaxy be—you're the only one to not sign the contract, or adhere to the tradition that we've followed." ShaamVile finished.
"The very thought of conquering this galaxy has never crossed any of our ancestors' minds; what you did was more than disrespectful, disgraceful, and dishonorable." TrobrencusVile said. "And the fact that you had a book wrote up that has nothing but wrongly made information in it is worse."
Angel nodded her head; just about everyone in the family had read the book that Trobrencus had mentioned. Her father claimed that, before Duru was born, the Surfeit family was nothing more than peasant folk, which was very wrong. The Surfeit family, while having gone through numerous name changes over the years before LynkVile Brawsck Surfeit's birth, had been on the conquering scene for a long time—Chabo, the family ancestor behind the tradition of leaving the birth-galaxy be, was the start of their family being conquerors while his descendants perfected it. Except for the spouses, no one in the Surfeit family was a peasant anymore. The Surfeit family was among one of the M-51 Galaxy's most prominent families—and not just because they were rich or were full of folk who conquered other realms; it was that coupled by the fact that there was very little inbreeding in the line that caused the prominent status to be present.
Shaam, though showing her his book, and boasting about how non-inbred the line was, didn't really know that she and her oldest son were inbred; as far as she was able to tell, she and Bile were the only yester-year and current day inbred members of their family, which was pretty outstanding.
She stood before the house's bar room for a few seconds before Zshon reached up to tug on the bottom-portion of her skirt; after receiving that tug, then looking down to acknowledge him, she went into the room that her father, grandfather, great-grandfather, great-great grandfather, and Trobrencus were in. After going into the room, she found that it wasn't just them men that were in it.
"Ragamuffin," TrobrencusVile said after seeing her coming into the room.
"Will you quit calling her that!" Master Vile snapped. Angel was fast in stopping and in giving her head a shake; the man, though possessing a glass of Chontao wine, which was a red and white wine mixed together, looked like his usual non-happy self.
"Is it me or do you always get up from the wrong side of the bed?" she remarked while taking in the room's other inhabitants. Cheshire and his two sons, Efagti and Amadh, were off by their lonesome selves by the bar's far left side; Irka and Cyla were having a talk by the door; Tazir was behind the bar; and Bushon, Zebyr, and Keibo were standing by the right-side wall. After taking everyone in, she went to the bar, then rounded it, then started making herself a drink.
"Women who drink are usually bored or unhappy in marriage." Master Vile said. His mother and grandmother, non-surprisingly, turned to look at him after hearing his words; the two had a sort of champagne before them and, seeing as they were very happy with their husbands and lives, the man's words were more than a little out there. Master Vile ignored their gazes. "Where did you sleep last night?"
"None of your business." Angel replied.
The house's bar-room looked almost exactly like any old bar that was found in or around the towns of Earth; the walls looked like hickory but were really an imitation hickory, the ceiling was a light brown color, and the floor had a burnished copper finish to it that was quite shiny. The counter was placed in the room's far back; it had three nozzles, and hoses, built into it. The beverage case, that was behind the counter, contained all sorts of wines, champagnes, and other alcoholic beverages. There were around three or four, round-surfaced tables in the room; each table had two, matching chairs to it. The counter had six stools before it, which were all taken up right now. The three photographs, that were on the room's left-side wall, were all there was to the room's decoration.
With the room having a more manly feeling to it, it hadn't surprised her to see or know about Tazir hanging three photographs, that had her in them, in it. The first of the three photographs was of her from when she was pregnant with Lhaklar; Tazir was also in the photograph—he was holding her. Her hair was covering one side of her face and, due to her being naked at the time of the photograph's taking, a small bit of her uncovered breasts could be seen; Tazir and she had been having a romantic moment, which was why she was seen as caressing his chest in the photograph. Her belly, which, at the time of the photograph's taking, was pretty big, could be seen in the photograph's lowest frame. The second photograph was another from when she had been pregnant; she had been in the seventh month of her pregnancy—Hazaar had been the one that she had been carrying at the time. Due to Hazaar being fussy the night before the picture's taking, she was taking a much-needed dip in the house's bigger pool; the water, that was around her, was pretty, and her fiery red hair was casting its glow on everything around her. The braids, that Tazir had put in her hair earlier that day, were starting to come undone; she was wearing a green bikini that had ties on its back and on the sides of its bottom piece. The bracelets, that were on her wrists, matched the bikini well.
She remembered who it was that was responsible for the photograph's existence; Tazir had been upstairs at the time—he had been on the phone for most of that day so he hadn't been available to snap a picture of her. Mekaia Zultoa was the one responsible for taking the photograph, and for getting it blown up and then framed.
The third photo was a bittersweet one for her; it was of her from when she was pregnant with Lazeer. At the time of the photograph's taking, she was just barely starting to show. The reason to why this picture was so bittersweet for her was because, five days after it was taken, she gave birth to the one that she was carrying—it was like a You-Made-It photograph; she not only made it in giving birth to a living child, and in facing the horror that her premature birth caused both her, her husband, and their new son to go through, but she had also raised that prematurely born child into being what he was now.
"The one who does your shopping needs to be fired." Master Vile said after taking in his daughter's outfit. Other than the ring that his uncle had given her twenty-one hundred years ago, and the amulet that was hanging from around her neck, she was wearing a distressed, black olive suede skirt and a green and black blouse that had e-zon diagonal stripes on it. The gladiator-like sandals, that were on her feet, were the only things that he found himself as liking on her wardrobe.
"If you don't have something nice to say then don't open your mouth." Angel said. Zshon gave his head a nod; while, on certain occasions, there were a few who did his Mistress's shopping it was mainly her who shopped for herself. Zshon was about to make the move in leading his employer's wife, who had just rounded the counter, from the room when his employer's nephew's two, older children, and Rubacon, made an appearance.
He only needed to look at her to know that someone had said something to make her be upset; her face had an annoyed look to it and her eyes had a frustrated look in them. Rubacon Iovides, a man who had married the woman of his dreams over forty-six thousand years ago, had no choice but to shake his head after entering the room—he had witnessed first-hand the abuse that was going on in the house earlier that day and, honestly, he had grown very sick of it and very fast too. Unlike the others, who had come by for their visit after everyone was up and about, he and his family had dropped in after midnight; he was still embarrassed after getting here at that hour, and in waking everyone after both knocking and then ringing the bell. While he had been welcomed by Tazir and Angel warmly, he had been left in the cold by his grandfather-in-law—Duru had just been concerned about Tula and Salasari; he could care less for him or his well-being.
For a fleeting second, Rubacon saw his reflection in one of the tables that he walked by. He was much the same as he had been when Angel disappeared with the boys—his skin was as black as the midnight sky; his eyes matched his skin's complexion well; and he still had yellow crests above his eyes and red fingernails. He had come to be confused after Angel's sons did nothing but stare at him after being brought down for introductions—after a few, tense minutes went by, the four came forward to do the awkward hand-shake thing before backing off and then going to where their chairs at the table were. Angel, Bile, and Lhaklar knew him, and had seen him before, while Hazaar and Lazeer hadn't—along with not asking a word about the amulets that they were wearing, he had figured that the boys would come around in time to being friendly with him; if he had known a thing about their tormentor, or had been told about what the amulets were really for, he'd get an idea on why they did nothing but stare at him after seeing him. Being told about their tormentor might well of saved him, and his family, from the chaos that was to happen in the months to come.
"You look very nice this afternoon, Angel." Rubacon politely said.
"Thank you, Rubacon." Angel replied. "Look good yourself."
"Thank you," Rubacon felt Master Vile's hot eye on him; he brushed it off while going to take a seat at one of the available tables. Seeing as Tazir had the Bourbon bottle, he waited for it.
"She looks downright sloppy, if you ah—"
"You wasn't asked, Vile." TazirVile snapped. "Angel looks as Rubacon just said she does. There's nothing amiss on her."
"She'd still look disastrous even without that thing around her neck, and that ring of hers on her left hand." Rita Repulsa screeched.
"She'd look better if her hair was cut, and done-up some." Rito Revolto added. "She looks much too plain with her hair being as it is, and she looks like something that someone puked up with the outfit that she's wearing."
"My sentiments exactly!" Master Vile exclaimed.
When Bile entered the room, he didn't hesitate in going to his mother; the look, that was on her face, told him the tale of what was going on in the room. Being her son, and since he knew that his biological father, and older half-siblings, were in the room, he had a feeling that it was one or all three of them that was giving her grief. After seeing where his mother was, then going to her, he found himself as only being allowed to go halfway to her—Rita was fast in coming to him, and in grabbing him by the arm, and in pulling him to a stop.
He and Rita had already had a handful of negative encounters since her and her strange family's arrival; his impression of her wasn't all that good. Her voice was too screechy; she spoke with such hate towards his mother, which irked him to no end; and she was also trying to make him "behave" like the baby brother that she wanted him to be. She was so like their father—she wanted him to obey Dark Dad's every word; she wanted him to stay clear of Lhaklar, Hazaar, and Lazeer; and she wanted him to train hard, and to get ready for his next "schooling" adventure which, she claimed, wasn't to be as far or distant in the future as he thought it was.
Rita Repulsa, regardless of her actions and demeanor, was a pretty woman; her face, which was lightly tanned, was a little too covered up in makeup, her nose resembled both his and their father's, and she had brown eyes. Her hair was a light, but rather shiny, gray color; the orange ribbons, that were in it, kept it up in the cone-like setting that she wanted it to be in. Even though she didn't need it, she was wearing a black headband that had all sorts of gold swirl-like designs on it; he personally thought that the braided, light gray outer face adornment, that was hanging down from the headband, looked silly.
She was wearing a brown dress that had gold embroidery on the lower arms and skirt; the armor-like, flexible Madonna cone bra, that was over the top of her dress, was bronze. The dark brown neck frill, that was around her neck, and that had light gold, triangular-shaped designs on it, had blue feathers on its edges. He wasn't able to see her shoes but he was able to see her fingernails, which were long and purple-colored—they must of been given a coating of oil or something because they were very abnormally shiny.
Bile looked at the older of his half-siblings for only a second before taking her hand from him then going on to where his mother was. Once he was beside his mother, he grabbed her in a hug—all while hugging her, he felt the hot glare that his sister was giving him.
"Ma," he said after hugging her.
"Hello Biley." his ma said back.
"She turned him into a mama's boy!" Rita squealed. "She ran off with him, and with them other misfits of hers, then she turned each and every one of them into mama's boys!"
"Bile's always been a mama's boy—rather embarrassing, and disgusting!" Master Vile said. "I'm more concerned with the fact that she turned him against being evil, and not wanting to go further with his education, than with his still being a mama's boy."
"He should of grown out of being what he is a long time ago." Rita said while giving her head a shake. "He should of gotten over that stage when he was sent to Pronghorn."
"Separate him from her for more than two hundred years and he'll be—"
"No!" Bile was fast in yelling. Tazir flinched after his adopted son yelled, then he flinched again when his wife threw the glass that she had in her hand at Rito. While the glass shattered into a million pieces, and showered her brother with its contents, she was comforting her son.
While leading her son, and Zshon, from the room, Angel looked at Rito; except for being of the male gender, and being more burly in build, he looked very much like their grandmother. Rito Revolto Vile, or, as he preferred to be called, Rito Revolto, had a body that was very skeletal in appearance; like most of the Surfeit's, he was bi-colored—his left side was camouflaged while the right was white. The helmet, that was on his head, was apart of him; it was colored similarly to how his body was. His teeth were rotten, and he had no eyes in his face. The belt, that was around his waist, had small skulls hanging from it—except for the green bands, that were around his wrists, this was the only adornment that he was wearing. Rito, unlike their father and Rita, was quite dumb, and he had a foul odor to him to boot!
While Rita was sixteen thousand, two hundred, and fifty-two years old, Rito was five thousand, two hundred, and two years old; both were from the same woman—a Scordida Vener, who was their father's first wife, and who had died almost immediately after Rito was born. Scordida, from what she had been told, had met and then become something akin to a "sweetheart" to Master Vile when the two were students at a school called Dark Sorcery and Beyond; though staying together, the ring wasn't placed on her finger until five hundred or so years later. Master Vile proposed after conquering the M-51 Galaxy, and after being disowned by his family for his conquest. Rita had been born five or so years after the wedding took place—due to how difficult the birth was, Scordida had been said to not be able to carry to term, or have living, or healthy, babies again.
"Her uterus was ripped in more than two places during the process of Rita's birth... the doctor wanted to remove it but both she and Vile were steadfast on it remaining." she remembered Triskull telling her once.
With the two being so against the removal of her uterus, the doctor had just prescribed some pain medication and then said that the next pregnancy might be the one that takes her life. While the next two pregnancies hadn't taken Scordida's life they hadn't come out as being successful—both babies, which were of the female gender, were lost either very early on or during the second trimester.
Master Vile had never been one to have a doctor get fully involved in the care of the women that he was involved with or that he had gotten pregnant; he typically had three or four examinations done by his lived-in physician before sending him on his way—in regards to himself, he had his physician look after him, and his health, more frequently. When she was pregnant with Bile, he had only had his physician check her, and Bile, two or three times before sending him on his way—she imagined him as doing the same with the two women who were in his life before she came along. In all, it had taken over eleven thousand years before Scordida was able to have another baby—the warning by the doctor had proved true because, after Rito was born, she slipped and was never able to be recovered.
The story went that Rito was actually coming out wrong; his back was coming out first instead of his head, which had caused his birth to be stalled for more than two and a half days. The doctor, seeing no other option than to cut the woman open, and then extract the baby before trying to stitch the opening and then apply an intravenous drip, had done the Cesarean—the needle was no more put into Scordida's wrist before she succumbed to her sad fate. Before dying, Scordida used her final breath to name the child that she had just given birth to; Master Vile, though overjoyed in having a son, had been given a crushing blow after his wife died and, really, so had Rita, who had been rather close to her mother.
Rita, at the time of Rito's birth, was eleven thousand years old—instead of being out and on her own, like others her age, she had still been living under her parents' roof. Master Vile had raised Rito as a single parent for a while before finding and then marrying a woman by the name of Ursaline Flaxiwohm; while Rita had been rather close to her mother, and had loved her mother, she had detested the woman that her father had grown attached to.
"Don't know where his head was at the time but, yeah, he married a sorry sap of a woman who didn't really care for him or his children. She was quite abusive with the children and, though being affectionate, and claiming to adore my brother, she wasn't very faithful to him. About five thousand years after the two's marriage, my brother walked in on her screwing one of his enemy's—must of been well-taken with him too, because she had a five hundred and some-odd year old daughter by him."
Almost immediately after divorcing her father, Ursaline had married the man that she had been caught in bed with; nine months after the marriage took place, she had a son by him.
Triskull had been the only one to tell her how it had been for the two women that her father had taken to the alter; while being a rather pleasant and romantic guy with his first wife he had been pretty sore and neglectful of his second. He had also been too demanding of the two in the bed department—like Shaam, the man had a big sex drive but, unlike Shaam, who seemed to be very nice and decent with the women that he took to bed, he was a bit of an animal. His act of biting his partner, and digging his nails into them, and causing all sorts of open wounds to appear on them, had driven Ursaline from him; Scordida, while not liking the way he treated her in the bed, had let him do as he wished with her. While Scordida was rather comforting towards her husband, and did her best to bring his stresses down, Ursaline had fought a lot with him and had put a decent amount of distance between them, which, she liked to think, was the reason to why she latched onto the man that she was found as sleeping with.
She, being a sort of wife to the man, had tried to act as the supportive party of their marriage; a few years after Lhaklar was born, she had tried to talk the man's stresses out, and had also tried to get him to speak of his feelings—all he had done was snap at her, and tell her to mind her own business. Over the years, she had tried numerous times to talk to him only to have her attempts shot down the tube—along with wanting to talk to the man about how he regarded Lhaklar and Hazaar, and about how he regarded her, she had mainly taken the trip to see him on the year of Lazeer's conception to see if she could break the wall that he had built around himself; her attempt in talking to him had backfired, and rather nastily too. Along with being locked up in his palace for a week, she had been raped for five days of the week that she was with him. After experiencing that event, she had never gone to his place or tried to talk some sense or bring out his stresses and feelings again.
"Alright, you sit and try to calm down now." Angel said after taking her two tag-alongs to the house's smaller kitchen. She had her son sit on one of the stools, that were around the kitchen's island, then she turned to look at Zshon. "Mr. Zultoa, you too. There's no need for you to just stand around—sit, and relax."
"They're never going to stop, are they?" Bile asked after sitting on the stool. "Not until they either cause me to be so pissed off that more than a fist will be thrown or make me so depressed that—"
"Biley, the life that you have is yours and yours alone—live it the way you want to and don't let them or anyone else say otherwise." Angel said while going to where the cookie jar was. Last night, she had stayed up rather late to make a better than army-sized helping of chocolate chip, sugar, butter pecan, and apple cinnamon cookies; at the last second, she had also made a small helping of charcoal biscuits—Trobrencus and Trivit seemed rather fond of the biscuits while everyone else was going for the cookies. After taking four of cookies from the jar, she turned then returned to her son. She gave Bile and Zshon an equal share of what she had in her hand.
"Mistress, you are a very fine baker." Zshon said after taking a bite from his cookie.
"Thank you Zshon. Did you, and your father and siblings, get the containers that I left for you this morning?"
"Yes, my Mistress," Zshon replied. "As always, we're very appreciative towards you for what you leave us."
"And, as always, you're welcome." Angel said. After saying this, she noticed that her son wasn't eating his cookies. He was just staring at them, which was very unlike him. "Everything okay, Bile? Anything amiss upstairs or—"
"Some of my music is missing, ma." Bile relayed. "Five of my discs aren't in the rack."
"Did you ask if one of your—"
"Yes. Neither Lhaklar, Hazaar, or Lazeer has them." Bile replied.
"What are you missing?"
"Ozzy's Bark at the Moon and Scream, Aerosmith's Big Ones, Fastway's Trick or Treat, and a disc that has several different bands on it."
"I'll do what I can to find and then return them to you." Angel promised.