A/N: The chapter ahead is raw, which means not been proofread yet nor edited.
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"M-Mi'zaar..."
The Ki'zaar hold onto Azarese's waist with frail strength.
"Please, enough... I'm---I can't anymore. I'm d-dry---aaahh!"
Azarese chuckled at his plea and pumped the Ki'zaar rougher and harder.
"What do you mean? The gauge is still not full," she grinned and led his touch to the mark on her lower abdomen.
"You said you're dry, but you're still cumming. You're a liar," she huffed now that the Ki'zaar just came again.
They're still in the first phase of mating: intercourse. The second is blending, but they can't blend until the 'mark' on her is full. They've been mating night to day but couldn't go to the next phase because Azarese was in control. She withdraws whenever the Ki'zaar will cum, thus, not filling her womb.
"Please, Mi'zaar... Have mercy. Haaah... I..."
Azarese plunged his manhood in her again and licked her fingers that she used to wipe his thick semen.
"Do you want me to stop?" she dived onto him, pressing her body against his chest. She intertwined their hands and pinned his over his head. Slowly, she grind.
"B-Blend---" The Ki'zaar groaned sharply when she purposefully clenched her walls around him.
"Tomorrow night. Or next week. Or once the mark is filled. Until then, we're not stopping. This pleasure will make you dumb, Valtyremius Lavyreian Zin Draji Teivel."
The Ki'zaar's toes curled. He bit his lower lip, making up his mind. The only way to get to the second phase of mating is filling the mark. If she won't do it, then she will.
So, he switched places. He went over her and since Emperor Maxism's teachings were retained in his mind, he executed them rather forcefully. He pushed the back of her knees and plunged himself deep in her.
"Forgive me, Mi'zaar, but if you won't, I would."
Franchetti Xerene was the last to enter the room. She was about to slam the door shut as she was still getting carried away by her strong emotions if only Celia did not stop the door.
"It will startle the Prince," she said. That's when Franchetti Xerene realized her wrong and found everyone in the same room.
She palmed her forehead.
"I'm sorry..."
Voltage Xirquit supported his wife and brought her to the long sofa. Duke Paris placed a glass of liquor before her.
"If that's what she truly is, surely, Selene is like that, too," Emperor Maxism blurted his thoughts out loud.
Crown Prince Claxiord frowned at him.
Emperor Maxism panicked, "I mean---well, maybe she changed? Son, what I'm saying is we never truly know her! I never truly knew her? They do, since birth, yet Lorreign showed just one of her colors. What about Selene, then?"
The Crown Prince was silenced and had the same doubts and thoughts as well, and he feels guilty every second of it. It's worse than cheating. She is to be his future wife and Empress.
"Let's just say, she's an accomplice and also a mastermind. They're twins after all," Emperor Ohms input as he softly tries to wake his son. If he oversleeps, the Prince will surely stay awake all night long.
"This is all my fault," Franchetti Xerene wallows in self-loathing.
"I should've listened to you. If only I aborted---"
"XERENE!" Voltage Xirquit blustered, "Don't say it. Maybe there's a fault in our parenting. Maybe it's not on us but because of some external factors that influenced them. We watched them grow together. Lorreign is like my own. Even Selene. They're my children, too."
Elektra rolled her eyes.
"Oh, fuck that, Dad. I never liked those bitches. I just played along. Don't compare them both: they're both vipers of their own kind. It's not your fault. It's in their nature."
Emperor Ohms smiled at his sister.
"You never changed," then his eyes landed on her husband, "Even your tastes. What is he this time? Last time he was a farmer."
"I am...still a farmer. I'm sorry for being a farmer!" Bartholomew cried out and bowed his head to him.
Emperor Ohms guffawed, waking his son up in a fright. Celia shook his warmed milk bottle and fed the Prince.
"You don't have to be sorry. You're quite enough for her. I would've killed you long ago otherwise. Because of you, our lineage lived on!"
The Emperor laughed again. Elektra looked away with a scornful expression now that she remembered the awful fate of her sons.
"How about you?" Duke Paris interrupted, intrigued, "What was your life before, Ohms? You're different from the Ohms we know. What's your story and history with Lorreign in your first timeline?"
The Emperor's volume went down.
Celia dodged the subject, "Your Imperial Majesty, the Prince is awake."
"Don't dodge and change the subject, Celia. We have the right to know. We deserved to know what became of Volt, too, so shut up."
This time, it was Emperor Maxism and he's serious.
Their foreheads narrowed and turned to the man he mentioned.
"Volt? What's with Volt?" Franchetti Xerene.
Emperor Maxism stared right into Emperor Ohms's cold and blank eyes.
"When I was in a coma, glimpses of the past were shown to me. I don't know if somebody did it, if it's part of my grandson's magic or curse, but I saw glimpses of it. The memory that shocked me most was the one with Volt's. He was... Even though I did not exist in that time anymore, I got to see it. The voices called him 'The Most Broken Man Who Ever Lived'."
Voltage Xirquit's stares fell to the floor. He processed what his friend says first before turning to look at his son to know if it's true.
"Maybe... I lost Xerene before..." He muttered, but his gut told him that he's wrong.
"No. She was there. She was with you. When I saw you, I felt it in my soul. Your grief. I've never felt grief and anguish as strong as that. It made me cry, it crippled my heart. So, I want to know. Tell us, Ohms. What happened...to your father before?"
Emperor Ohms seems to ignore them by putting his attention to Prince Vars who is still very sleepy. He tried to distract himself, but he couldn't hide how his hand trembled as he caress his son to sleep. He won't mind if he will stay up all night long. He will be there to play with him.
"Ohms?" His father called, making him weak.
"It was...because of me." He whispered.
"It was because he lost me."
They were left dumbfounded. Rather than telling them the story with words, he showed them what truly happened by sending their consciousness to his mind where his memories lies.
.
.
.
"It's over. My life...is over..." The youthful Ohms Xirquit said to himself with a fucked up smile on his face as his hands crumpled the newspaper he's reading.
Lorreign really kept her words when she said that she will ruin his life. She made him choose: her or himself.
His life was his. It was given by his parents, but why was it her who gets to control it? No matter where he goes, she follows. Whatever he does, her hawk eyes were watching. He couldn't get away. He couldn't escape the talons of Lorreign Dragunovv.
He's in the peak of his career, that's why the fall he took was the hardest. It broke every piece of him, even his soul.
The shocking news crossed every border in the world like a virus. A pandemic happened overnight.
'Lorreign Dragunovv is pregnant with Ohms Tesla Xirquit's child from rape.'
'The true face of Ohms Tesla Xirquit.'
Ohms Tesla Xirquit here, Ohms Tesla Xirquit there---his name was flashing everywhere.
No. He didn't do it. It was not his doing. It was hers. She did it to herself. She did it to herself.
When his phone began to ring and vibrate, he was afraid to pick it up at first thinking that it will be either Lorreign or his mother. But when he saw his sister's wacky face on the screen with 'Best sis in the world' in the registered name, he felt quite...relieved.
He was afraid, but he answered her call. After all, she's his 'best sis in the world'.
[KUYAAAAA!!!] Elektra screamed at the top of her lungs now that her brother answered her hundredth call.
[Where are you!? I've been calling you since forever! That fucking Lorreign! She's here, so don't come home! With a stupid, ugly as fuck kid! It doesn't look like you! A fucking deformed spawn of the devil---whatever it is! I'm going to you, so where are you?]
It made him smile a little to know that she's on his side.
"What...about Dad?"
[What!? You're asking me that!? Well, he's looking for you, too. They're always fighting here. The bitch is trying to win them! That stupid Selene is here as well. Bitch even brought a backup. Don't worry, we have a very cool adult on our side! Tita Luisa hates them too as much as I do!]
Ohms wore the disguise he bought as he prepared himself to leave after staying low and hiding for weeks.
He can't give any more fucks about what the public says of him. The truth will set itself free someday, so he will leave it be. But he can't hide from his family anymore. He must tell them the truth and speak his truth. They may not be convinced the first time, but his proof will change their minds and Lorreign will finally be held accountable for all the sins she did.
[Is that him? Are you talking to him?]
It was his mother's voice. It's monotonous, so she must be mad mad. Really, really mad.
[Wait---Dad!]
[Ohms?]
He stopped from walking now that he's heard his father's voice.
[Don't come home. I will come to you instead. We will talk---Volt! Tell him to come here! I will talk to him!---Shut up, Xerene! Go comfort your bastard! My son is innocent and I will continue to believe so until it's proven!]
[That's right! That bastard is the meanie! Kuya will never do that! He's like Dad! Fuck, where the fuck is she!? I'm going to punch her stomach hard until the baby in her womb is dead! I won't accept it as my niece or nephew! Not even that deformed, scary as fuck child!---WATCH YOUR MOUTH, ELEKTRA!]
Ohms brought his phone down and ended the call. He believed that things will be clearer once they're seeing each other face to face, but showing up only made things worse.
Now his face feels numb from the consecutive slaps he received from his mother.
"Y-You---! Your sister, of all people!? Why, Ohms!? Why did you do that to her!?"
She slapped the 'proofs' Lorreign showed her to his face. Photographs, most of it. Realistic at that. She's in the same room, crying crocodile tears with 'their son', a 3-year old.
"M...om... Please, not in front of the child," Lorreign sobbed while hugging the boy, burying his face to her chest so he wouldn't see the events that were happening.
His father? Sedated. Franchetti Xerene knew that he would defend him, so she put him to sleep to do it her way.
"Are you not going to listen to me at least, Mom?" He asked in a low tone, his lips were bleeding and he swallowed his own blood. He couldn't look into her eyes, not because he's guilty of the sin he didn't commit, but disappointed.
"And what? Hear you deny all of it? When the proofs were all right here!? She's your sister, Ohms! You make me sick! You're fucking sick! Why? WHY, I'M ASKING YOU, OHMS! You're an ANIMAL!"
Ohms took another hit. It made him dizzy. His Mom...had always been so strong. She never did this to him. Never. Even when she caught him lying sometimes, or sneak to steal cookies late at night---she never raised her hands to hurt him. But now... Where is his father? He won't let her be had he been here. So, where is he?
"Get out. GET OUT! Get fucking out of my house! You're a rapist! A fucking dog! To do that to your own sister---What did I do wrong, Ohms!? In what way did I fail you? Am I a bad mother? Am I l-lacking anywhere? I did my best and I'm still doing my best. Why repay me like this? You're more like Gerson Liorei's son that you were Volt's! LEAVE!"
"Mommy, no! Kuya, don't leave!"
Franchetti Xerene pulled Elektra back before she could go to her brother. She locked her up in her room and returned to drag Ohms out of her house herself.
"You're not my son. I don't have a son like you, so leave! You brought shame to our name! In Volt's name and honor! He will never do something like what you did. No, he will never have a son as shameless and sinful as you. If you think I will accept you in the future, you're wrong. You're dead to me, dead to us. Reflect about what you did until you're in your grave. I will never take you back."
She slammed his car's door shut and went back inside the mansion without looking back.
"D-Daddy!" The child called and tried to run after Ohms who felt disgusted by it. The child is not 'deformed' like what Elektra described it to be. It's normal and complete. But their resemblance was uncanny. It turned his insides upside-down.
"What are you waiting for!? LEAVE!"
He tried to get out and speak his truth but his mother kicked him back in the car.
"Don't make me, Ohms. This is the last time I will tell you this: leave. LEAVE."
"DAD! DAD, WAKE UP! Please!" He heard Elektra scream from the second floor. She peeked through the window. Her eyes were filled with tears.
"Kuya, don't go! Mom, stop it! He didn't do anything wrong! It's that bastard! MOM!"
When Voltage Xirquit woke up the next morning, his son was gone by then. The fight his had with his wife almost turned bloody. He never laid his hands on her no matter how angry he had gotten. Instead, he poured it on anything that's breakable.
"HE'S MY SON! MY SON, XERENE! And you disowned him!? OHMS IS MY SON! You believe what your bastard says than your own!?" He screamed after punching the wall. It cracked.
"Stop calling her that! It's positively his! The child is his! Wake up, Volt! She was abused! Tortured, used---All the nasty things happened to her AND HE DID IT! HE DID---"
The vase flew just a few inches away from her face.
Voltage Xirquit's angry tears fell.
"Fuck you and fuck Lorreign. I refuse to believe that her lies were the truth! I will take no side unless I hear my son's! You are not the Franchetti Xerene I married! If something bad happens to my son... If something happens to my sons, Xerene! I SWEAR! I fucking swear, Xerene!" He pointed at her face, still holding himself back.
He punched the air and paced back and forth, calming himself. When he's cool, he grabs his keys and was about to leave when she followed him to stop him.
"Where are you going!? You're not leaving!"
"Let me go. She needs you, he needs me. So, let me go."
Franchetti Xerene blocked his path.
"Your son is a rapist! How could you stomach that!?"
That drove him mad.
"And you birthed your rapist's child instead of aborting it. How did you stomach that?"
She was utterly speechless, taken aback by what he said. She wished she never heard it at all.
"I..." She clenched her fists and punched him.
"Fine. Do whatever you want, I will do as I please. I don't want to see you crawling back to me once you realize your mistakes."
He ignored her and passed her by, even bumping against her shoulder on his way out.
"M-Mom..." Lorreign murmured in tears while holding her baby bump.
Franchetti Xerene faked a smile and went to her, "I-It's nothing, my girl. Don't stress yourself too much. It'll be bad for the baby. Come, where's my apo?"
Ohms played with the lighter he's holding as he sway his chair side by side. He hold it for long to adore the fire. He brought it close to his skin to check if he could still feel anything---it did burn him, but he couldn't feel pain at all.
He threw it to where the trace of the liquid he showered all around his rest house is, setting the whole place to fire. He reached out for two things: his phone and a gun that is said to be from the Uncle he's never met, Maxism Ford Lee.
He pressed the button, contacting his father who's been calling him for weeks. Every minute, he receives a missed call from him.
[Ohms!? Thank goodness, my boy! Where are you? Please, don't do anything bad to yourself. I'm on my way! Where are you right now!? OHMS!?]
"Dad..." His croaky voice called lifelessly.
[Yes? Yes, I'm here. D-Daddy is here. Please, don't do anything bad to yourself. Your mom is just shocked! She didn't mean any of it! Where are you? Please, tell me. Ohms, I will go to you, so don't do anything bad to yourself, okay? Okay, son? I'm going to you.]
"Dad, are you still proud of me?"
[OF COURSE! OF COURSE, YOU'RE MY SON! I am proud of you! Always, every single time! Please--]
"I wanted to be like you so much... Dad, I never really wanted to be a singer. I was never into music, but it became my escape. I wanted to be like you. I wanted to be a scientist, too. I wanted to be an inventor. I wanted to be an astronaut. Dad, I've always wanted...to go past the skies."
[Yes, we'll do that. Please, we will do that. Tell me where you are. Ohms, please. Please, you're scaring me! YOU'RE SCARING DADDY! I'm going to get you! OHMS, PLEASE ANSWER ME! WHERE ARE YOU!?]
Ohms chuckled bitterly. Will he still be the bad guy if he were to end his misery? He's so lost. He's just...so lost.
"Dad, are you on my side? Do you believe that I'm the victim here? Please tell me you do. I'm falling apart."
Voltage Xirquit looked at the map that flashed on the car's tablet. His friend Paris pinpointed his son's location quickly now that he's answered the call. Not only Voltage is on his way, but the others are too. They're rushing to get to him. They've been trying to reach out to him for weeks, they've been trying to find out where he is. And now that they did, they didn't like what it meant at all.
[You're my son. I know you more than anyone else, Ohms. I believe you. Yes, I'm on your side. I will always be by your side. Even if you're wrong, I will stand by you and make it right. You're my son. I will do everything for you, because you're my son. You will always be my son. So please, wait for me. I love you, Ohms. I love you, son.]
It made him smile happily.
"Thank you, Dad. I'm so happy to know that. Come quickly, alright? I will wait for you."
He ended the call before his father could say another word. He sat back, watching as his whole place burned down. He refused to believe that Hell is nothing but endless fiery pits of fires. True hell is on the surface and every man that walks on it is a demon. And the devil? It's wearing Lorreign's skin.
He pointed the gun at his temple.
"I love you too, Dad."
Voltage Xirquit arrived first. His heart clenches as he stands frozen. His eyes captured how the inferno consumed his son's house...and also his son. His mind struggles to comprehend the destruction before him—what was once his son's home, filled with memories, warmth, and love, now reduced to a burning wreckage.
Finally, his friends caught up. Paris Kean Simon covered his mouth from the sight he had to behold before him.