Chapter 1.01

SLAGGEDFIRE's Criticism

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Their shouts rang like a ear bursting bell with Loskai's skull, his mother's screaming at his father in the grey old memory. The scene was dull and mocked the fear and anxiety that everyone was feeling at the time.

Why were they fighting? What was the problem? I didn't know back then since we were kept oblivious to the matter till the moment when were moved away.

I was confused, scared, sad. Such basic emotions that sounds nothing more than a joke out loud by a kid who seems older than he is.

I'm not gonna say something so common and normal as; We are all born innocent, and we were all one big fucking happy family once a upon a time.

However it was undeniable that when me and Rayval was one unit, and our parents as one dragon. The family wasn't boarder-edge of despair.

But all that change when the new member was a stranger. Everyone though the new baby was our fathers alone, as if it was impossible to not be his.

But even lovers lie to each other.

Father didn't hide his harem behind mother's back. He never impregnated them too. Yet, as much as he made that clear. Mother showed no intention of revealing her lover(s). And there it was, its child.

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A mistake on her part that she didn't know her lover tampered with his and her protection. Or was it?

It was days of revelations that the week was called by info breakers. When dark scandals were exposed.

The fact I was born was a mistake. Noone knew she was pregnant with me and when she want to throw the newborn far away in a dumpster, father was able to catch her in the last moment. That father was inflicted with an embrassing disease, Peyronie's disease which made his cock crooked.

 The one originally residing the Galloway gang house was me and father after the other half of us were kicked out. Regardless of father's brutality, he was a gentleman. His harem knew loved that part more than his cock. And mother was left with a warm but distant depart.

 It's clear how it comes closer to the present. There are those who were and still is bewitched by her looks, now part of her harem, that was hidden amongst father's deadly gang.

While she was mobile and flexible, having spys and secret lovers causing unrest within the house. Father was trapped inside his own fortress. Julius Caesar redone again.

 I was at school at the moment it happened, and it seems like there were others that wanted the 13 year old me spared.

She was the definition of she-devil. It was sudden and swift. I only knew about it when I saw his head in the rusting black speartop-fence, a crimson fall of blood slithering down the pole. One took pity of the crying child outside and told him about the treachery.

Matevz was his name.

 Father only survived two years after the divorce. His inheritance shifted from me to Rayval as I was assumed missing and could only claim it in court. As if they'll let me have it.

Worserstill, she was converting into a modern feminist! Arranged marriage. Father was blinded by her beautifully done act of being his dream wife, though she loved him as she feed him, hugged and kissed him. 

Mother only needed Rayval, one son. Despite being second son I resembled father a lot more, the opposite to my now two siblings. She didn't need me, my very existence bothered her greatly. But at least father wanted me.