TW: Power abuse, depression, gore and other themes.
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Two people were sitting on the backseat of a car; there's a rather dead silence between the two of them and a non-existing distance separating them both from each other's space. The younger person, seated on the left side, was Saint; his hair was messy that time as if he just woke up from his nap. He's wearing a black hoodie with decorative zippered slits on its sleeves and gray and black lace attached on its two pockets with a metallic ring dangling on its ends. His pants were also themed with the top; ripped and embellished by zippers. His long slender neck was also adorned with two long silver men's necklaces each with varying designs of a cross and a ring pendant.
Saint deliberately chose to dress this way to get into the other person's nerves-his father, So Chao Sheng or commonly known as Mr. Pat So who's visibly scrawling on his side. For some reason, he also found himself lucky not to take the goblin lord's surname and took his mother's surname instead. Just imagine the horror being called Saint So. His girlfriends and fans will absolutely be terrified of him and will avoid him like a plague because his name will sound like the name of that log cutting thing-a chainsaw. How frightening!
Saint grinned to himself, trying his best not to laugh on his thoughts.
Mr. So's mouth twitched, his brows furrowed and he looked harshly at his son. "Why are you wearing that crap? " He even placed his gaze approvingly to the numerous piercings Saint has on both of his ears.
Saint shrugged. "Well, I want to wear it. You have nothing to do with it. Where are we going anyway? " He sat on all fours; his expression bored. As if he never wanted to breathe the same air as his father.
Mr. So's face darkened; he was never sad about his illegitimate child hating him but he's angry that he dared to disobey him after he took him in. "Well, I am going to de-stress myself from you and that useless writer brat!" he spat.
Saint looked at him with a confused expression on his face. He's ready to throw a sarcastic remark and it's not the last thing he'll do. "You're stressed of me too? Hah!" he began to laugh as if it's the most hilarious thing he'd ever heard.
"If you're that desperate to get rid of me, why am I here together with you? As much as you hated me, the feelings are mutual, Father. " Saint went to fidget with fingers; he yawned, still in eye contact with his father that was now fuming mad like a boiling kettle releasing some steam.
Mr. So gritted his teeth in fury but he tried to restrain himself after all he needed the brat to increase his reputation among the mayor and his patron, the esteemed psychologist. "My friends want to see you. I talked about you, you should be grateful! And consider this as a treat for you, I'll take you somewhere fun! You can even have fun with some exotic beauties there. " At the mention of fun and exotic beauties, Mr. So's expression drastically changed into excitement but his son couldn't help but to grimace on how he looked, he resembled that of a lecher and a low-life.
Saint knew how of a cretin his father could be. He already did some people wrongdoing but he always gets away with it because of his money and connection. He certainly knows that whenever this imp would take him, it's surely illegal.
He heaved a sigh and placed his attention to the driver who's quiet the whole time. "Stop the car, I am going home," he coldly commanded; the driver looked at him questionably and back to his father as if scared to do a wrong move.
Mr. So's face beat red; his hand went to deliver a hard slap on Saint's cheek. When the pain registered on Saint's system, he didn't complain nor talk; he was chuckling as if he already anticipated what would happen.
"You're not going home and that's final! You won't damage my reputation, you worthless child! If you disobey me again this instant I'll make sure that even your third-rate friend will also witness my wrath that you caused! " His voice was loud; his eyes was sharp as his hand grabbed his son's shirt; gripping it tightly on his hand.
Saint's eyes were empty and cold as he gaped on his father. He couldn't feel anything anymore just like before. He always makes sure to make his friends suffer so they'll leave him eventually.
The whole ride became eerily quiet but in Saint's mind he just hoped to get over things as fast as he could.
The car stopped when they reached the most popular casino located at the high street of Gylhia; the busiest street of all New Gorgon where most of the business establishments and high end buildings were situated. Money and fame is its brand and when you don't have anything to offer; it'll throw you out like a loathsome pest or garbage.
Surely, at the outside it disguised itself as people friendly but once you stepped in; you'll realize its poignant and repulsive lies. That's how Saint sees it.
And there's more to it than its already toxic state-where there's greed; there's darker secrets.
The father and son duo stepped out of their jet black car towards the glass sliding door of the casino. It was time for Saint to put up his mask; to carry himself with a regal aura and walk in a dignified manner-all that of those that can only tire him out.
They were met by a smiling female receptionist by the crystal counter. She's wearing a purple and blue chaleco vest and a matching pencil cut skirt. She, like the other people inside the hall immediately recognized the two newcomers.
"Good evening, Gentlemen! How can we help you? "
The lady even considered asking for an autograph from Saint but since she's working; she can only stare dreamingly at the young man. Saint noticed how the lady leered her eyes on him like he's sort limited edition item and since she has a rather fair face, Saint smiled at her then flirtingly winked. It was not long that the lady's face painted hot red; she fanned herself using her hands dramatically; giggling to herself.
Mr. So's expression turned sour by the turn of events; his gaze flared at his son who just sneered in return. "Circè package, VVIP. Hurry up! I don't have all day! " His voice was gruff and boisterous; slamming a platinum rectangular card on the countertop.
Due to his thick and heavy hand; a loud thud could be heard, terrifying the receptionist and the other workers because it'll break; they'll have to bear the consequences after all they're aware that they're beneath Mr. So in status. They're certain for the man, they're not but ants or bugs that's easy to be squashed and disposed.
Saint could only shook his head; out of embarrassment to his father's behavior, he slightly bowed his head as a sort of apology.
A frantic worker rushed to their side; beads of sweat ran down his forehead. His shaking hands extended to a direction. "W-We apologize, Mr. So. This way, please, " the worker's voice was stuttering, his face pale as if he had a worst experience by the restroom.
Mr. So arrogantly looked at the worker from up to down; the poor man was bowing rather nervously. When he was satisfied, Mr. So motioned the worker to lead the way.
The man led them to the elevator and Saint just quietly followed his father. He's also getting curious of where he'll take him, certainly it wasn't the main gambling floors because he saw the worker pressed a peculiar button-platinum plated one; somewhere Saint doesn't have any ideas where it'll lead to.
Saint didn't expect that his father would begin talking to him as they awaited their arrival to the desired floor. But what his mouth blabbered made Saint excited and worried at the same time-especially a sharp chill ran down his spine and his guts immediately urged him to run.
"We're going to see those animal creatures that have been throwing havoc to our city. We'll get back to them and show them they messed with the wrong people. "
But Saint knew not all animal creatures were the culprit. And at the back of his mind, Saint was getting troubled because he's 90% sure that whenever they'll go-innocent ones are persecuted to the sins they never commit just to appease the egos of some above them.
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