Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 5, 2008 0:04:49 GMT -5
So, Kazifel actually has a pretty rough past, but I decided to write some of it up. This is him killing his father, if you have a problem with him doing it without remorse, don't read. He's a bit of a bastard. I apologize for any typos. >_>;
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Kazifel stood outside the door to his father's room. He had been working all evening doing his usual magical studies. None of it mattered tough. The young boy knocked on the door and opened it without hesitation. "I need to talk to you, Father."
The man looked up from the book he was reading. He raised an eyebrow curiously, but didn't say a word until he walked over to the door. His son was still young, and only came up to his shoulder. He had been born with a human form though, lucky boy. "What do you want?"
"I... do you want some tea?" Kazifel asked as he looked at the floor. He never looked at his father in the eye. Kazifel wasn't brave, and he never would be.
"All right, I'll be right down."
"No... I really think we need to have a talk," Kazifel said in a whisper.
His father was silent for a moment. His son never insisted on anything unless it was important. He gave an annoyed sigh before shutting the door behind him. "All right, this better be important."
Kazifel lead his father to the sitting room. The lights were dimmer than usual, maybe someone was taxing the power? The young boy didn't actually know or care. He simply walked over to the teapot and poured two cups, even though he would only need one.
His father didn't make it to the chair. He spun around with surpised when the door was forced open. There was an awful crack that resounded through the household when the baseball bat made contact with the older man's face. He fell to the floor in a heap, a slight groan escaping from his mouth. Cassiel stood over him, panting. She had a look in her eyes that would have sent a chill down Kazifel's spine if he bothered to look up.
He simply drank his tea and watched what unfolded in front of him. She hit him with the bat, over and over again. Breaking bones, crushing organs, and somehow the man was still alive after she was finished.
The bat hit the floor with a heavy wooden thud. Cassiel backed away from the broken man, her eyes were wide with absolute terror. She backed up to the wall, and slowly slid down it, her eyes never leaving the broken and bleeding man. She couldn't seem to grasp what she had done.
Kazifel watched for a moment in silence. His father deserved everything that he got. For what he did to Maribell. For what he did to Cassiel. For what he did to Mother. All of it was a just reward. He was too cruel and evil to live on this earth much longer. Cassiel wanted to kill him, but now she was huddled into a corner crying. It was sad, and Kazifel wanted it to end.
He stood up and walked over to the man without hesitation. The man grabbed the cuff of his pants, and gurgled, "Please...son... please."
Kazifel smiled down at the broken man. He found confidence in the horrible cracking sound of wood. The table that held the tea fell to the ground in a clatter. His father's broken body winced. "I'm not your son, Alexander, and I never will be."
The sharp piece of wood through his head. That was all it took. Squish. End of story.
He looked over to his sister huddled in a corner. "If you can't fight your demons, at least clean up the mess," he said with a huff before stepping over the body. He needed some proper tea if he was going to start a new life.
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Kazifel stood outside the door to his father's room. He had been working all evening doing his usual magical studies. None of it mattered tough. The young boy knocked on the door and opened it without hesitation. "I need to talk to you, Father."
The man looked up from the book he was reading. He raised an eyebrow curiously, but didn't say a word until he walked over to the door. His son was still young, and only came up to his shoulder. He had been born with a human form though, lucky boy. "What do you want?"
"I... do you want some tea?" Kazifel asked as he looked at the floor. He never looked at his father in the eye. Kazifel wasn't brave, and he never would be.
"All right, I'll be right down."
"No... I really think we need to have a talk," Kazifel said in a whisper.
His father was silent for a moment. His son never insisted on anything unless it was important. He gave an annoyed sigh before shutting the door behind him. "All right, this better be important."
Kazifel lead his father to the sitting room. The lights were dimmer than usual, maybe someone was taxing the power? The young boy didn't actually know or care. He simply walked over to the teapot and poured two cups, even though he would only need one.
His father didn't make it to the chair. He spun around with surpised when the door was forced open. There was an awful crack that resounded through the household when the baseball bat made contact with the older man's face. He fell to the floor in a heap, a slight groan escaping from his mouth. Cassiel stood over him, panting. She had a look in her eyes that would have sent a chill down Kazifel's spine if he bothered to look up.
He simply drank his tea and watched what unfolded in front of him. She hit him with the bat, over and over again. Breaking bones, crushing organs, and somehow the man was still alive after she was finished.
The bat hit the floor with a heavy wooden thud. Cassiel backed away from the broken man, her eyes were wide with absolute terror. She backed up to the wall, and slowly slid down it, her eyes never leaving the broken and bleeding man. She couldn't seem to grasp what she had done.
Kazifel watched for a moment in silence. His father deserved everything that he got. For what he did to Maribell. For what he did to Cassiel. For what he did to Mother. All of it was a just reward. He was too cruel and evil to live on this earth much longer. Cassiel wanted to kill him, but now she was huddled into a corner crying. It was sad, and Kazifel wanted it to end.
He stood up and walked over to the man without hesitation. The man grabbed the cuff of his pants, and gurgled, "Please...son... please."
Kazifel smiled down at the broken man. He found confidence in the horrible cracking sound of wood. The table that held the tea fell to the ground in a clatter. His father's broken body winced. "I'm not your son, Alexander, and I never will be."
The sharp piece of wood through his head. That was all it took. Squish. End of story.
He looked over to his sister huddled in a corner. "If you can't fight your demons, at least clean up the mess," he said with a huff before stepping over the body. He needed some proper tea if he was going to start a new life.
