A/N: The chapter ahead is raw, which means not been proofread yet nor edited.1****
Emperor Ohms looked at the same faces around him.
"Did you know that I hate them as much as you do?" He said about the Dragunovvs. Azarese didn't look at them.
"Then destroy them."
With her consent, he did. He floated their bodies in the air, then twisted them like drying clothes to show everyone just how ruthless he is. Another is that to tell them that he bear no respect for any of those Warlock-Dragunovvs.
"Not Selene!"
Instead of listening to his mother, he twisted Selene Azazel's body more in spite and tore her apart.
"I forgot, but you're not my mother in this life, right?"
Aloisia was dumbfounded.
Emperor Ohms smirked evilly, "Don't get me wrong. You're still my mom. But this is intentional. I hate everyone."
Then he looked at his brother, "Except for my son, of course. He's the best."
Watts looked down. He's shivering and frightened. It's still his brother, but only by name now. The Emperor is completely a different person. Which Ohms Tesla Xirquit is worse? The Emperor is terrifying, but Ohms's aura is quite the same as his, but much milder. The Emperor might be the devil himself.
"I can't let my wife stand for too long. Wife," he raised his hand and Empress Azarese slowly came down. Before they got caught up in her curse, Lord Feryzen has taken everyone to a distance with him.
Emperor Ohms caught her in his arms and swing her around.
"What do you think, wife? It's nice here. Let's live here. It will be good for our baby, too,"
Empress Azarese pat their baby's thigh and nodded.
"Baby. Happy."
"He's happy? Are you happy, too?" He tucked her hair behind her ears. His wife is truly better than her clone. So pleasing to see. He'd never get sick of looking at her face. Even though her eyes and hair were dull, such downgrade didn't make her ugly. It only gave her a much simpler look; still, her beauty surpasses this world's most beautiful woman alive. She will always be on the top.
"Then, let's go inside."
He positioned himself beside her and intertwined their hands.
Emperor Ohms summoned a table that can accommodate just the three of them in the throne room. It already has snack and other delights, accompanied with tea, milk, and coffee. Azarese sat down in front of them. The others were behind, standing on the sidelines as audience.
"So," Emperor Ohms gently put his cup of coffee down. The Empress is beside him, staring at Azarese who's staring back at her, too.
"Wife, that's you. Do you have something to say?" As soon as he asked, the Empress's red, diamond tears cascaded from her blank eyes.
"Ha... Happy?"
Azarese took her moment. Right in front of her was herself, nothing but an empty shell. She couldn't feel a thing at all; her heart is numb, and she pray that it will be forever. Losing emotions is the one thing that kept her going before. And losing her humanity kept her sane as long as she could remember.
Even when all her colors have faded, her timeless beauty remained. The Empress is heaven and she's the hell. Their appearance alone speak for themselves. The good and the evil, the merciful and the heartless.
"Yes." She lied straight on. Emperor Ohms knew she did, but he didn't say anything. When the Empress smiled, it made him smile, too.
It's the first since she lost her soul.
"Happy. Baby." The Empress placed the toy on the table. Azarese's eyes widened a bit. She held her tears back, clenching her fists under the table.
"Zodiac. Baby." The Empress added.
Emperor Ohms guided her hands to bring the porcelain toy back to her lap, "You'll get him dirty. Here, feed our baby," he pulled a milk bottle out of his space storage and inserted its plastic nipple in the hole of the toy's mouth. The Empress embraced her peace to nurse her son.
"Do you want to kill her?" The Emperor asked straight on without any filter.
"I can't..." Emperor Ohms rolled his eyes from Azarese's answer, "---But I know a way."
"That is?"
"Absorb her."
The Emperor expected it, but it still surprised him.
"Your curses might return to you,"
"It already did when I was born carrying the same name in the same fucked family."
Emperor Ohms scoffed and looked at the people behind Azarese.
"Are you going to kill them?"
Azarese looked past her shoulder to see them, the straightened her back once more and watch the Empress feed her porcelain son. It just... It breaks her heart.
"I will. One by one. Even your family," she promised. The Emperor was fazed by it. He kept his cool demeanor and nodded.
"It was supposed to be me back the," he blurted put truthfully and fed the Empress a tiny bit of jelly.
"On your birthday before. It was supposed to be me and not Watts, but Elektra was due to give birth to her youngest. She wanted me to stay, so I did. And in my stead, Watts went with Mom and Dad. That was the first time you've seen each other. And I heard about him how he gave you cookies. I knew in that moment that you will fall in love with him. Because other than Liorei, he's the second person who's ever shown you kindness."
The Empress didn't react by the mention of her first husband's name. It didn't hurt. Her heart didn't hurt at all.
"It will often occur to me, what if I went that time? The course of events might have been different. I could've changed our fates. He's too soft for you. He's my precious brother. Meeting you sealed his fate. I lost him because of you. I lost everything because of you."
Empress Azarese turned to him. He wiped her tears away and kissed it..
"You deserved it. If only you knew what your mother did to me. How they looked at me. How it infuriates me every time I will see her face that is a lot like the bitch who birthed me."
"I know."
Azarese furrowed her brows at him. Aloisia trembled.
"I know what she saw. I know that she ran away. She became your last straw. Believe me, I couldn't believe it, too. I'm an asshole most of the time, but if I heard that my mother did that, I would've killed her myself."
"But you did nothing."
Emperor Ohms only smiled at her and it got into her skin. She want to twist his neck for smiling at her like that. He knows something but wouldn't tell and it ticks her off.
"I could've changed the course of our lives. But even after looking into the future, I always see the same fate. Our deaths within your hands, your losses and your endless despair. I couldn't save my brother from you."
Azarese rolled her eyes. Him and his brother complex. It's a lot much worse than she thought. Is Watts really his son? Did he and his mother fuck? That's the only reason she could think of of why he's so obsessed with his brother.
"He's not good, but I really love hearing him moan."
The Emperor almost took her life had her Hands not stopped him. She smirked. She made him lose his cool.
"Killing me in front of him? You will make him mad at you."
"Trust me. My illusions are better than your brother Davorin."
"I don't have a brother."
The Emperor settled down and changed the subject.
"I see that your walking sex toy ain't tailing you. Or was he purged?"
Azarese did not dare speak of his name, so he did to honor her memories of him, "Dryllivan Sacremore. Have you forgotten? That fucking son of a bitch."
"And what is he to you? He's on your nerves."
"He sure does. After Watts's death, it's like he went back to life. Or he never died at all. That little fucker is shady. I stayed hidden to keep watch on him. Did you know that Maxigaufeas and his bitch Eowyne was last seen with him?"
That rang Azarese's bells.
"Maxigaufeas and who?"
The Emperor couldn't believe her and scoffed.
"Eowyne, that dirty slut of Breuce. Where is he anyway? And Claxiord?"
It's a surprise that he even remembered their names. He fixed his gloves, roaming his eyes around one more time but he couldn't find any of them. He just realized than none of the Vernignacs were among the audience.
"Even Maxism?" He looked at Azarese who's smirking as she drink tea.
"My good boy Maximilien shot him. He's in his death bed. And guess what? Clastigaufeas raped him while he's in a coma. She's pregnant now. That harlot."
Emperor Ohms choked in his own saliva and grinned, "No fucking way."
"Yes way."
"That's what Maxigaufeas get for being a bitch. That motherfucker is mid but he act like he's an important character. Maxism is the only decent thing in that family."
Both smirked at that, a mutual agreement they won't deny.
The Empress leaned on him.
"Are you sleepy?"
She shook her head and opened her hand. The Emperor slide his hand on hers and intertwined them.
"How old..." Azarese looked on her reflection in her cup, "How old was she when she lost her soul?" Only the Emperor can tell her that.
"21. She's 61 by now," he answered while caressing the Empress's face. She closed her eyes and purred.
"How about you? How old are you? Surely I'm not talking to a six year old in a grown woman's form?"
"I'm 19."
The Emperor pauses. He kissed the Empress's cheek and looked at Azarese. He leaned back and pondered, 'What happened in her 19 years of life?'
Upon his arrival, he felt something is odd. His family is distant to the Imperial Family, and the Imperial Family is in shambles. Izaac is not in a good condition; his mind is clouded by many things. Had he in his wits, their fight won't last even a minute. The reason why he managed to kill Izaac before is because he was weakened.
"I told you, haven't I? We're destined to die in your filthy hands." He said when he saw it in her eyes: her thirst for vengeance.
He looked away and accidentally, his stares landed on the Ki'zaar. The child is healed and is playing with his father's hand. The Ki'zaar is glaring at him, so he smiled at him nicely.
"Who is he? You have a thing for long-haired men,"
Azarese looked back and found the Ki'zaar frowning at her. She ignored him.
"The father of my second son."
Emperor Ohms was flustered in surprise. It was as if he found an answer to a mystery.
"Ah, so he must be the father of that egg,"
They were shocked.
"What do you know?"
"I'm a shadow. Watts knew that I'm alive and we kept it from you. When you returned after the Conquest, you were with child. Strange child, because it's an egg. Got me wondering what the fuck happened to you. What is he?"
They looked at the Ki'zaar who's rocking the Prince in his arms. The Prince is biting and sucking his finger. The Ki'zaar looked so grumpy.
"A dragon."
"Ah, just a dragon---" the cup he's holding fell to the table, "No shit?"
Azarese smirked and sipped her tea, "An Emperor of dragons," she proudly said.
"That's a first. Most were only Princes."
"So, what do you know about my son? As an egg?" Azarese went back to the trail of their conversation.
The Emperor crossed his arms. The Empress gasped softly and looked at him feeling so betrayed and in the verge of crying, so he said sorry and hold her hand again.
"Your knight, Dryllivan, he sliced you open to take it and kill it. You already knew that you were pregnant by then, but he brainwashed you. I didn't see it, but I knew he killed it. Surprisingly, it's alive. I wonder how that happened?"
Azarese's cup exploded when she heard the atrocity he committed. And even the Ki'zaar and Lord Feryzen couldn't believe what they heard.
"He...tried to kill my son?" The Ki'zaar's teeth gritted. His veins popped as his body emit black smoke, "Where is this Dryllivan? I want to speak with him."
Prince Valerian got up to get his hand and sucked his finger again.
"Dada!"
"You didn't do anything despite knowing that? You let it all happen?" Azarese, stern. The Emperor shrugged.
"Yes. What do you want me to do? Help you? After what you did to my family, to Watts, nobody in this world wants to kill you more than I do. And I still do." There was no malice or any ill intent in his voice as he said it. He kept it cool but real.
"I was happy to see you receive the same amount of karma. But like Watts, I see through you. I was the first one to see through you. It was none of my business, that's how I convinced myself. If only I was the subject of your obsession and not Watts..." He shook his head.
He made another cup for himself. This time, it's for liquor.
He placed Prince Izaac's face on the table.
"It's time to let you know that I was the one who killed him. Weak as fuck, even this one's Izaac."
Azarese's shadow picked the Prince's face up and ate it.
They fell into a dead silence. The Empress has fallen asleep on his shoulder. He kissed her head.
"I want to marry her again. Before you absorb her. I know it'll be your mercy to her. The rest will be in your hands."
The Empress smiled.
"And you?"
The Emperor smiled and laid his head gently on the Empress's.
"My time will be through as well."