"Yeah we kind of went ballistic and shit went down hard based off of my own priori with creatures like those. I'm sorry."
Silverline could not help the sigh that escaped her lips. To be honest she wasn't even angry at the boys,No. she was just upset they got here late. She knew whatever they did was what was supposed to happen. She never questioned Hades' decisions before and she isn't going to start now.
"It's fine boys. I'm not even upset about that. I know you boys did what you had to."
"Thanks mom. I thought you'd roast me again."
Sam could only flinch at the memory of the last time his mother punished him. She roasted his ass. Literally! She set him on fire and watched while snacking on milk treats Hades had given her the morning prior to that day. One would think she was too cruel to do that to her own child but the buggers skin didn't even stay peeled for less than a second so she repeatedly set him ablaze till his father came to drag her away and with a slight pout of her lips she finally let him go. The burning sensation he felt that day was etched deep in his memory and truth be told, he does NOT want to experience that again.
"Nah. It was fun the first time but I don't think it would still be a classic to watch for me. Now back to you Mr Hades. Why are you still fucking Athena?"
Shit! Sometimes he wished his mother wasn't so blunt when speaking. He enjoyed her bluntness once every while you know. The occasional 'don't try that shit with my family and I' times but other than that his mother could be a total blunt devil mouth and he especially hated it when that bluntness was aimed at him.
"You've had your fun with her Hades. I need you to stop fucking her before you get that bitch pregnant. I would hate to see you father a child with that cum guzzling skank. I mean yeah, your father's penis is huge and thick and he knows how to pleasure me with or without it but how hard have you been fucking her sloppy cunt hole for her to be obsessed with it to the point she was ballsy enough ask me to beg you for permission to have your cock painted on her wall. You know the last time I saw it was when you still let me bath you and if you're just like your dad I can understand why she's so obsessed with you fucking her sore all day everyday. Sheesh!" Ah there it was. The real blunt side of his mother that made him cringe so much every time she spoke and he knew better than to interrupt her. He has no option but to bite the bullet and listen through her blunt rants.
"And You! Mister Samael, you should have stopped him you idiot. Don't tell me you've also started fucking that cum-vacuum too. Oh no. Have you two been fucking that useless dick slog at the same time? Is that why she won't stop sending those lewd gifts over? I'm telling you both right now and the heavens bear witness to this if either one of you shove a baby up that sluts retched egg factory I'll murder you!"
With slits in her eyes she kept threatening them till she finally felt calm enough to have a decent conversation with her boys without such 'colourful' words.
"I swear on dads..junk. I haven't touched her even once. To be honest I would rather fuck Dionysius than his stupid daughter. I also told Hades to stop but he wouldn't listen to me." Sam didn't want his mother thinking he was fucking that wretched goddess.
"I don't care who's brains you melt from sex. As long as it's not that pig hole. You could fuck her cousins or every man and woman in the angelic capital, hell you could even fuck those useless warlocks and the necromancy sisters just not that royal slut and don't call your fathers dick a junk. And as for you Hades. You have a marriage to hold next month."
Wait...what? What the fuck did he just hear? Marriage? Him? When? How? Where? To whom? Why? No this is a prank. it has to be. What the fuck!
"I am not getting married mother. There's no way I'll be forcefully tied down to one of those lowlife gods. I'm one of the two rulers of hell and we all know I'm the strongest one, the oldest even! I will not be forced to tolerate those useless piece of shitty-ass foghorning cretins. Never!"
Hades could not believe his mother. What the fuck was she thinking setting him up for marriage? Impossible! He would never allow that!
"You idiot. How can someone so old be so foolish? You're not getting married you stupid fucker! Sometimes I wonder why you only got my looks and your fathers dumb brains! I would never push anyone into the misery of your snoring. I said you have a marriage to hold next month. I never said you were getting married you ugly bastard! Calling you ugly makes me ugly seeing as you inherited my good looks. You know, with how dumb and frustrating you are sometimes I bet I'll be having grey hairs before my next birthday which is next month. Stupid frog! Your brother is getting married."
"No. Why me mother. I'm still a pretty hot virgin I can't get married! Please mom. You can't do this to me!"
Silverline was definitely tired of their stupidity today. Seriously! She sometimes wondered what sin she had committed for her to be punished with such brain dead sons. First it was Hades lamenting about not getting married and now Sam was doing the same thing albeit a bit more pitiful. The fuckers always forgot they were two halves of one. How infuriating!
"You dumb goat! Your brother Vines is getting married! You're supposed to be the ruler of hell and the demonic capital and realm yet a three year old would be smarter than you. You have a marriage to hold next month because you're going to get your brother wedded stupid bastard!"
Well she was definitely right. She never said he was getting married. Samaelia tried really hard to keep her laugh in as she watched the little family. Since she got to this place she had always seen everything but for some reason she couldn't see what they were sitting on and when she tried to feel around for it, her hands felt a chilling cold slicing into her bones. The weather had never affected her here before. Not when it rained or the sun was as hot as a furnace. Not the chill that seemed to swallow this place at night so what was this cold? Why did it prick her heart? Ever since the bunch started their back and forth bickering she had slowly forgotten about that feeling.
Their smiles and that look of love and adoration, of pride and happiness, their warm smiles and kindness for one another saddened her. Family. A word so small yet held a different meaning for every individual. She never got to have that as she grew up. They had taken away her chance of having this warm circle of love at a very young age and left a hole in her heart.
Seeing silverline and her little family had awakened that pain she had so difficulty buried away. One day. One day if the fates smiled on her she would have this. A family to love and care for, a family to call hers. Family to return to. She would be happy one day. And with that thought a tear slipped from her left eye. Slowly trickled down her face to her chin and it detached itself from her skin. Falling to the ground of this unknown place she had been taken to. A place that seemed so familiar yet so different. A place that gave her a feeling of warmth yet held a sharp dagger filled with a promise of despair to her throat. And then it landed. Delicately on the earth.
She had forgotten what Silverline had told her. No emotions no matter what! As the ground soaked up that lone tear fully that sharp piercing cold penetrated her whole body. She had stepped away from it the first time she felt it but now, that chill had come to grip her so tightly in its grasp. That chill spread fast and hard. Penetrating every inch of her body and soul. And then she felt it even before she saw it. Eyes watching her.
She turned her head slowly to the left and her heart almost leapt out of her body through her mouth. A pair of eyes. One as black as an endless abyss and the other white and clear like a priceless crystal. That was all she saw before that chill hit her. Hard. One second she was frozen from fear those eyes caused her and the next a pain so excruciatingly sharp spread through her body. It Felt like hot lava was rushing through her veins and spreading hot poison fast, tearing her insides and melting it away. Her mark was shining. Not the usual faint glow to heal wounds. This time it was bright, almost blinding.
Her head was thrown back in a silent scream. She need to let the heat inside her body out somehow but no sounds were coming out of her mouth and the pain kept spreading, that cold got harsher, sharper and the next second she blacked out.