71 - Fren

A/N: The chapter ahead is raw, which means not been proofread yet nor edited.

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I sat beside her and beamed her a smile when she opened her eyes. They widened and I witnessed how shocked she is upon seeing me. I caressed her cheek, then grabbed her by the jaw tight to look at every nook and cranny of her face.

"Hmm, you quite got some looks. Seeing you now, I realized just how basic and unimportant you are."

I let her go aggressively and stand up.

"Make her dumb, Skadi," I told her while smirking down on Siofra.

"So fucking dumb, deprive her of intelligence. Make her the first indecent God there is with intolerable heat, that she will rub herself on anyone, anything, anytime, anywhere. Always drooling like a dumb child, babbling and just really dumb."

I smashed her face against the floor with my barefoot.

"That's... Isn't she... Your mother?"

I stopped pressing my foot on her face when I heard Skadi say that.

Siofra's too weak to fight back, and her little bitch is still regenerating. Her friends were standing still with their fists tightly balling, looking away to not see how I degrade her before their eyes.

Some were crying, veins popping, and most are just furious. But both can't do anything, because it's me. I am here. I'm the one doing it.

"Mother? I won't even call this bitch my mother. She's the one who brought me here. An irresponsible parent who can't even recognize her direct blood, but can effortlessly detect some bastard's son? How ironic that is?"

I gagged her when I put my heel inside her mouth, like she's biting a curb. Her diamond tears are streaming down her rosy cheeks. Look how helpless she has become. Losing her motor abilities for performing that ritual, only for it to be incomplete.

"Are you not going to do it, Skadi Eira?"

My blank stares drifted to her location. Her face is as straight as her hair, but I can see her hesitation in her snowflake eyes.

"If you want to know everything about me, come here and look into my memories yourself. If that's the only way you'll understand and see where I'm getting all these grudges from."

Her jaw broke when I pushed my heel harder.

"As your friend, I am asking you for a favor. You know I'll return the same to you. Is it too much to ask?"

My eyes looked down and showed her my falsified fragility. I hugged myself and even looked away from her. And when she approached me to do it, I grinned evilly at the back of my head.

"I just want to make sure that you won't regret it. She's still your mother. Brainwashed. You could've asked me to lift it, but you didn't."

"Why would I? And have her wailing on my feet every time? 'Oh, my Holy, I was wrong! Please, forgive me!' I'd rather fuck and breed with a handsome Veil God, if such thing exists. Brainwash her more. I want her to hate me, so I can hate her more."

I covered my grinning lips with my hands and laughed.

"Are you seeing this, Orithyia!? Look at what your lineage has become! From the greatest heroes to the greatest fools!" I spread my arms on my sides and laughed as unhinged as I could. Then I suddenly stopped when I got bored of laughing.

Skadi shook her head and placed her hand over Siofra's body.

"This is all your fault, Siofra Warlock. You put yourself into this."

Is what she said before I turn my back on them.

"Send her back to her crib, too. She'd need her stud to satisfy her cunt."

I gather my hair and squeezed the water off it. I see that the swimming pool is here, so I dived in to feel clean. I cleansed my black heart with the water.

"It's nice to be out and not cursed," I taunt, poking myself with my own claws when I said it. I float on the water freely knowing that there are spectators cowering around me in fear and anxiety. As they should. I'm taking it easy.

"Ah, your impostor is awake."

Hands stretched themselves to pushed me off the water. I looked down on my copy that's much worse than a third-world country.

Skadi put the swimming pool back to my Palace.

She get up while massaging her neck and coughing, then gave me those nasty glares. I raised my hand to stop Hands from gouging her eyes out.

"Where is he?"

She stood on her ground and flared her fists with her cheap flames. Then she smirked.

"Your walking sex toy? Kicked him out. He's useless."

The side of my lips curled. Feisty.

"Keep up with the attitude. It's not only Izylidas's dick you'd be sucking and taking in."

She burst into laughter.

"You will never make me bend. Unless it'd be one of your husbands. Aren't we one? We can share. Between your golden retriever Watts Xirquit, I'd like a taste of your kitty boy, Ambro---"

That didn't sit right with me, so I sent Hands to split her into half by pulling her legs apart to different directions.

"I'm saving you for the last. Don't make me play with you first. That's the last time you will disrespect Ambrose."

Hands offered me my black heart.

When she regenerated, the first thing she did was laugh and laugh. It's so annoying and irritating.

"Why so overprotective? I heard from Dryllivan that you never loved him, though. So, what's with the sudden change? Is it true? That before you could leave him, he left you first? Huhu, poor Azarese. Alone in the world. The world against Azarese. Very sad. It'd be much better with your mother's love. Oh, wait. You don't have one! HAHAHAHAHA!" She mocked and laughed it about straight on my face.

I descended.

"This is why I have favorites among my children,"

It made her stop.

I plaster a genuine and soft expression and smile on my face. Then from my vault, entrance that seemed like a portal, came the realistic porcelain doll of my son, Zodiac.

I passed my black heart to Hands and welcomed my son in my arms. He's so small. Even as a three-year old, he's so small. My baby. My best boy.

"My love, never, ever be like her. You can't be mean like Mommy. You're the goodness in me. Remember that."

I began to walk away with him, forgetting that bitch. I want to take him away from the people who will hurt us. So, I blocked his peripheral vision of them with my hand, so he will only look at me. His hair is from the most valuable and softest fur from the most holy creatures. I only dress him up with the best princely outfits.

I lower my hear to listen to his whisper.

"What a reliable big brother. This is why you're the best. My little Emperor. Do you want to play? Let's play, then. Hands, bring out his toys."

I sat on the floor and placed him on my lap. Hands gave me his favorite hair bush, so I began brushing his hair.

He whispered to me again and it made us laugh both.

"You're so silly. Here are your toys. Look, it's a plane!" I showed him his most favorite toy among all, an airplane. He also liked the helicopter. Basically anything that flies. My boy loves flying, so I will give him wings.

Skadi Eira float in front of us on her cloud.

"Your baby is so weird. Dolls are creepy."

I secretly threw a rubik's cube on her while still smiling on my son.

"Shut the fuck up, Skadi. My son is the most beautiful and most heavenly Prince in this world. Bet you will never make something as perfect as him even if you tried."

I made my son stand and then he told me that he's tired, so it saddened me.

"Already?"

He want to play with his brothers, he said.

"I see. I'll see you soon. Tell them. I promise you that."

Their door.

Yes, their door. It's been so long since I called for it. But I am so scared to meet them. They will be scared of me once they see me in this appearance. They won't recognize me even if I tell them it's me. So, even if I hate it so much, I need to find a way to bring my appearance back.

Hands carefully sent him back to my vault with his toys. I waved my hand on him as Hands take him away. I really did my best to hold back my tears.

"I like him. You should give him to me. I'm better than you. I'd give him the skies."

I stand up and kicked her cloud away from me.

"Make your own. I already gave the skies to him."

When Hands got back, they turn themselves into a fan to dry my hair. I picked up my black heart on the cushion they're holding.

"I want to get change. You should bring Celia here."

"Nah, I know one."

I raised my eyebrow at her. Then she pointed at something, so I followed it.

"She's basic, but I think she'll suit your taste. What chu think?"

I scanned the bitch from her feet up to her head that looked like her feet, too. Her fashion sure is different from the rest. I'd say it's vintage or modified versions of the adapted Victorian fashion. Her style and design is...hmm, exotic.

"Thought you'd want her as a friend but will really be our slave as a form of disguise," then she followed it with an eerie chuckle.

Therefore, I conclude that this mountain girl is a witch really.

"What's your title?" I asked her as Hands forcefully take her to me. I see that Givenchy Quine is her mother. Genes.

"Cut her hair." One of my hands shapeshifted itself into a big scissor, cutting her hair short.

"N-No---! MY HAIR!" Oh?

I slapped her.

"Are you an Axeore? No. In case nobody reprimanded you, only they can wear it like a signature brand. You, a lowlife, dare to wear the same color as them?"

Her tears began to fall as she look at her hair on the floor.

"They're of different shade of red, though?" Skadi floated around us.

"Axeores have shiny maroon hair color. Hers is brighter. You can't bully our slave---I mean, fren. Bad, Aza. Bad!" She threw me balls of clouds that spread like that and burst like gas upon contact.

"Stop. Red is red," I simply reasoned and gave this girl a haughty look.

"Oh no, the poor girl is crying. Hush, little child. I'm on your side," she consoled her half-assedly while brushing the girl's uneven hair.

I was deeply disturbed.

"Can you not? She look dumb. Bet nobody buys her clothes."

Skadi looked at me innocently, "But you will?"

"What?"

"Whut?"

Then she suddenly looked down on my chest, "They're big."

Really? Out of nowhere? In the middle of our silly bickering?

"I know they are. Don't even ask for something bigger. They're heavy as fuck. Here, hold them." I walked to her and placed her hands on my breasts.

"Ooh, they're soft like my favorite buns."

I grinned, "Mine are better."

I smacked her hands away when I pulled myself back to the situation we're having.

"What's her title?" I asked again.

But she's sobbing so hard that she can't speak. Damn kid.

"A lady? They call her that."

"HA!" I couldn't believe it. Wow. I'm mind-blown.

"I didn't befriend the highest being here just to befriend your lowest equivalent, bitch. This thing? My friend? You're hurting my pride, my ego, my standards, and my taste."

She tap her finger thrice on that girl's head, growing her hair back after I cut it. So, I cut it again.

"Stop! You're so mean!"

"And you're not?"

Bitch, you literally destroyed my Empire before because something woke you up from your long-as-fuck nap.

"Just upgrade her title or so! I'm telling you, she'd be a good slave---fren."

"You keep calling her slave. She's not a friend."

"She fren. Me choose." What's with that dumb---Ugh, good fuck. I'm losing my braincells.

Hands hand me a pen and paper.

"And you're taking her side?" They gave me all eight thumbs up.

The fuck?

So I took a second look on this bitch. What's on her that I couldn't fucking see, aside from her all-red get up? It's so fucking bright, I couldn't see.

At least shiny maroon red is bearable to stare at.

So I took that pen and pierced its tip against my neck.

Their jaws drop, eyes wide.

When it sucked enough blood, I wrote on the paper---but stopped.

"Name?"

"M-Miss... Miss President Mirren?"

I waited for her reply just to hear something so ridiculous.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

She flinched, then shook her head.

"I-It's really my name. My Dad named me."

"Who's your Dad?"

"Z-Zane M...Mirren?" Why is she not sure?

So, I looked at her mother again to see who's the bastard standing beside her. And fuck me.

"That's one of the dumbest side characters I know. Wait, he's not even a side character. He's just a fucking extra. And that's your Dad?"

"Sadly, yes."

"Miss President, what---!"

I was surprised. Really, I am. When I looked at Skadi, she's already smirking at me as if she's telling me, "I told you so~"

"Show me your works."

I refused to write on the paper and sat on folded Hands.

There she panicked. She looked at somebody and that somebody came. A mage, I guess, because she opened a portal. The mage went inside and people went out while pushing mannequins of her works.

Ah, her designs are something blind people will ignore.

"From here to there, in white. Then modify this one to my size and give it to me in 30 minutes. In black."

"E-Excuse me? In...30 minutes?"

I nodded at her. "Yeah. If not. Then just fucking die with your entire family, useless fuck. It won't be painless, though."

I gave Hands a gesture and they shapeshifted into a fan.

I suddenly feel irritated. Her people left in hurry. On the other hand, she immediately pulled a measuring tape out of nowhere and asked me if she could get my measurements.

"49-22-46," I simply told her and rolled my eyes.

"I can't just keep calling you Hands. I should give you names---"

I was silenced when I suddenly fell on the floor, because what I said got Hands so excited that they clapped and twirled around upwards and forgot that I'm sitting on them.

Skadi Eira monotonously laughed at me while pointing her finger on me, so I pulled it, pulling her down off her stupid cloud also.

Hands lifted me and gently rocked me in the air. It made me sleepy.

"First pair, right hand, you're Eins, left is Zwei. Second pair, right, Drei, left is Vier. Third pair, right, Fünf, left is Zex. Last pair, Sieben and left is Acht."

The bullying began between them. They're fighting about not getting the first and second name. They wanted to be the first and second, since the names I gave them are just one to eight in German language.

"Oh, fuck! Stop fighting! It's just numbers!"

They flinched, even got those chilly spikes run all over them after I raised my voice at them. Then they made that stupid T T crying gesture using their fingers.

"Aww, sad. You made them cry. Come here, I'm better than her." Skadi said in a sad tone and opened her arms. From Eins to Acht, they went to her and wrapped themselves around her.

Can she just not?