Thaddeus Elias Osborne, three syllables rolled within tongue with such regality and dignity; manifesting the archaic definitions of courageous heart and divine upon the baby fifty-four years ago and truth to be told, he lived up into his name majestically.
Born in poverty, no one would ever thought, even himself, envisioned his future would be unexpectedly bright; with honours and respects among high-class society, coruscating regardless of his unfortunate circumstance that once defined who he was. However the unfortunate circumstance didn't represent who he is now within the foreign community, but merely a remembrance of bleak indifference treatment. Thus, he oft dreading his unfortunate circumstance, regardless he took advantages from his unfortunate circumstance whenever he could, whenever the situation allows him to be, whenever he sees weakness upon others and his palpable desire to be seen as something, as someone who isn't peculiar or an eerie figure, as a man with dignity. Because once upon a time within the frigid temperature of walls he lain his back upon, he saw a powerful man without unfortunate circumstance soaring because of his dignity, and his gaunt figure gravitates to the ground–– confronting the king's seat, honouring the saviour.
"If you want to be remembered, don't use your power," the wise man spoke to him, with his head lowered; pitying the young man upon his feet, kissing away the dirt taken from vermilion blood pouring from his chapped lips, honouring him as if the wise man was his saviour regardless of the beats taken to his slender body, a token of appreciation for his words that he shall remembered, however wouldn't be followed occasionally, "Your power shouldn't define who you are, you're just a boy stripped away from your privileges because you're a threat for society–– be who you are, not what your power wants you to be; you're a human, not a saint or a god of something. You're just a child."
"Yes, Doctor, I'm just a child," the young Thaddeus repeating the said words with reverence; as if it was a prayer he oft does for the sake of his own survival within this menacing place of insanity lurking in screams of salvation–– the unexpected morose nightmare succumbing his reality, bespeaking his disassociation upon others, because he isn't what they think he is, what they diagnosed him to be, he is just a child with memories of the truth, of the light. He was merely a servant for his saviour, for the Doctor that had promised him that he would help him, nonetheless of the period abuse he always received as punishments to defy his words of will, to whisper his recollection of divinity, "I'm just a child, I'm just a child, I'm Thaddeus, I'm not Order, I'm not Ordo, I'm Thaddeus and I'm a child."
An unprecedented simper visibly coruscating within the man's face, ensuing his satisfaction upon the young man's fervent prayers encroaching on the tip of his tongue and gloved hands, and the Doctor's saviour complex was satiated thus his body was levelled against the younger man, gratification laced within his façade as calloused hand was offered to the other; a sign of forgiveness and union embarking, seeking some absolution upon the younger man, the Order of Universe and Humankind, Thaddeus Elias, a child,
"Good. From now on, you'll remember yourself as Thaddeus Elias Osborne, my last name I bestow upon you," the Doctor emphasizing on his last name, Osborne, the divine bear, God, as the word defines their who they are, and manifesting itself into their identity; the divine Thaddeus oft speaks about in their session–– accepting the fabricated reality, "You're my son now, and you'll study and get accepted in the society, and you'll never forget me as long as you live, for I am the one that save you, not yourself, for your power doesn't define who you are, and it's just an unfortunate circumstance of euphoria. You will not rely on your power and your memories, you will rely on yourself, the human part of yourself, do you get it ?"
" . . . Yes father, I shall become human,"
"I couldn't believe it, what you're trying to do is humanising that predator !"
"I'm not humanising anyone, your honour, I'm speaking in behalf of my client, who is wrongfully accused of sexually assaulting a young man, who's ACTUALLY didn't do what she had been accused. My client didn't do anything diabolical she had been accused of, she isn't a predator or anything, she's a human, a teacher in Highschool who was trying to help her students passing their finals and one of her students took advantage of her charity and dubiously reversing the role of she's the one that sexually assaulting him; it's a baseless accusation and she's now in dire position of losing her job, her life as well as her family just because a woman's voice doesn't get heard in this court !"
"We will review the evidences once again, Mister Osbor––"
"Thaddeus, your honour, I don't use my last name that much,"
"–– Yes, this session is adjourned."
Audible sound of disappointment and cry bombinate within the court, the sneer of exasperation upon the judge's decision of the day was palpable among the attendees that mostly are teachers and students of the said highschool, the uproar misery hollering in the defendant's family as they see their mother was being taken away once again into indefinite confinement and the prosecutor was beaming in satisfaction because the unfortunate circumstance was in his favour. Thaddeus Osborne, the defense lawyer emitted a long exasperation exhalation as his calloused hands were curled until his nails digging into his dermis; vexation was a temporary surrender to the uncertainty as an impending praise skulk behind him, welcoming him with sheer of warmth as familiar voice brought him back into the unfortunate situation, grounding himself from his inevitable wrath,
"Deus, let's go, there is nothing we can do for now," Lorelei, his assistant, or to be exact, his lover patted his shoulder, bringing him back to the inevitable catastrophe of him chasing the judge to prove his point that his client didn't sexually assaulting her student, the delicacy of her alluring yet provocative countenance glints ominously upon him, taking his sturdy however withered arm within her palm and ambling them away from the court before they reach their destination of quiet place where they can be besotted once again, continuing the previous tryst that had been postponed because of the trial. Reluctantly, he concurred into the notion and hastily bestowing what he had wanted during the trial. Sylphlike body against to the gelid wall, hands roaming o'er the thinning blonde hair as she pulled him down, anticipating some warmth underneath her amorous inclination whilst cerulean hues fixating upon hers; beseeching some fervent prayers enriching her full mouth as his gloved hands were bitten to be freed from restraint; the desperation of touching something solid underneath his bare hands,
Underneath the power that's inclined within his calloused tips.
Her body was beckoning, blonde tresses fallen as her gaze was lowered to see his worship upon her body because her body was an altar of their infatuation however apprehension laced within those blues, and Lorelei does sees the truth from him;
For her unfortunate circumstance is able to see the truth from other by mere glance upon their eyes.
Regardless of the audacious abandon of his salaciousness, there was hesitation palpable within, getting repressed by his mere façade of lechery and it did insult her a little bit for he was purposefully fixating his gaze upon hers thus she could see his trepidation. Apprehensively, Lorelei, or often Thaddeus called as Lo, separated themselves from their almost coupling inclination, taken back by his agitation glints ominously upon his hues and the thirty-two young woman inquired the blatant truth reserved within his tongue, "You've been thinking about others."
"Aye," Thaddeus, or we shall call the old man as Deus, bobbing his head repeatedly, wondrous hand running through his blonde-silver tresses in uncertainty as he sat upon the ground, following the woman's direction of speaking earnestly regarding what's been bothering them, regardless their boundaries and statues and past memories of their inclinations––⠀of how they were lovers, as it always, as they gravitates further towards each other; in many body forms throughout centuries however this one, the latest one, is the most scandalous one than what they've remembered, but also exciting and enduring.
For Order and Equity found each other again, unexpectedly, in one timeline but circumstance border them to be explored in modern time.
Scooting besides Deus, Lo perching atop of him, digits brushing his hair that had fallen upon his eyes and she fixating upon his gaze; searching to the truth that's already lain in his pupils; the question of their kind, whether they still exist in this timeline.
The question been bothering Deus immensely, and she shares the same sentiment.
Their reconcilation was unexpected, unbeknownst to them as he was a mere exile in another country, teaching some criminal law in collage, encountering the distinguished student, and memories once again flooded upon him as his bare hands met with hers, the truth exhilarating within her eyes and command dispersed into the air; powerful as it once before, commanding her to speak her identity and eventually accepting the fact that he's been denying far too long,
That he is Order,
and she is Equity.
"I've been thinking about how many people out there that's almost as the same as we are,"
"There are plenty of people, can't you remember ?"
Due to her articulation, his head perked up; bewilderment conflated, confronting the artless inquiries o'er her mien and unwillingly, hee eyes once again sought the truth from him; that he couldn't remember much of everything that once happened in the past. It's rather unbecoming, she has to admitted upon herself as the truths always lain in the tip of the tongue, and there's always an opportunity for him to deny it with his power of control upon his hands and a prophet inclined in his words. Perplexity accumulated, Deus couldn't say anything but sullen silence as his head buried upon her bosom, dreading the unfortunate circumstance that once happened to him, that had forced him to forget everything that he once knew, besides his power.
Everything that he once knew had been forgotten, a momentary lapse of abuse he had endured had caused him to almost forget everything; the fervent prayers of neverending 'I'm a child, I'm a human, I'm not a God, I'm not Order.' and an act of survival as someone who should be regal, living up into his name given by his parents.
That he had forgotten, yet again, as the memories always recurring into his series of traumatic events.
Who's his parents, would they explain his position as personification deity of Order ? Or would he comply upon Equity's words of encouragement that what they do is for the sake of humanity ?
Saving others by combining their humanity and their powers ?
He wouldn't fathom just yet, regardless of his desire to fathom it. However some memories aren't there just yet, and it feels like an unfinished mosaic; colourful yet bleak if it isn't assembled just yet.
"Do you remember anyone else besides us ?"
"My children, Equality and Emancipation. I haven't met them just yet, but I know I will meet them soon."
". . . . Who was their father ?"
Tranquility sipping through their veins, another startling touch in lieu of revelation beseeching, Lo was silent; contemplating and pondering and hesitating. As if there's something dubious and wretched about the inquiry that does make her hesitate.
Deus fathoms her hesitation, however he couldn't see the truths from her eyes as he didn't share the same power as her,
However he has an upper hand as gloves were abandoned underneath their bodies, calloused hand encroaching apace upon her throat; adorning the bareness and the frailty of her neck. Yet, a saccharine simper beaming against his mystification, dreading him for being ever so vulnerable and predictable because she didn't give the answer instantly hence using his domination to succumb her, to lure her further to his submission, and he 'magic words' hasn't been uttered just yet.
But already upon the tip of his tongue as fingers coiling into hers; seeking for the truth, in lieu of hurting her, because it's never been his intention, and she was amused by his ardent amatory,
"I demand you to speak !"
"––It's you, you're the father, but not in this timeline, you've broken your sacred promise to not engaging personal relationship with human and have a child with them."
"I demand you to speak about this sacred promise !"
"This sacred was made to stop us from using our powers too much in humanity and it is a sin to take advantages from our power to control humans just like what we desire, we were placed here to help them, but not making them as our slaves––"
"I demand you to speak about our existence !"
"We are First Deities, Children of the Divine, and we were born to help humankind to stabilizing their lives–– impartiality and divinity, we serves for human, and we are them too!"
Abruptly, he loosening his clutch upon her neck, chiding upon himself to ever be so furious and vicious upon her, his partner in life, lover in divine however provocation was merely an attempt to impending truth, and by using his power and the words of willingness, he able to get what he wants,
The answer of the truth.
The light.
"I'm going home. Don't come after me, I'm going to take care of my daughter."
"Your daughter isn't our kind."
"Whoever the fuck she is, she is my child, my little human."