Loathing (Closed)

[Spiderfly]

He felt some small surge of triumph when he saw the bloody welts raise on his son's face. Another spear of anger lanced through him before suddenly, the other male's hand was digging towards the back of his skull. Pravus screamed and fell to the ground in agony. He felt the tug in his core as something more than flesh was ripped from his body. His scream held something different this time, caused by not merely physical pain. His soul had already been a fragile thing, devoted to Fino as it was. And now another part of his very essence was gone, ripped out by the son he'd hated. Had been disappointed by.

And now that child had just killed him, his sanity, his very essence. He'd taken away his happiness, his Fino, his earned death, the only gift he'd ever felt had been worthy of his Queen.

A wordless growl erupted from his mouth as blood seeped down his face. There was nothing sentient left in Pravus' face, only pure animal hatred and anger. He grabbed a decorative sword off the wall, and for a second looked like he was about to charge Lior, before he turned the blade on himself. With one quick motion his slit his neck and dropped to the floor.

[Kari Muffin]

Xiven had been down in the kitchen getting some tea and a few snacks to bring to her Papa. Once a week she liked to make it a point to sit down with him and have a chat, or spar, or whatever he actually wanted to do. It was better than sitting around and doing paperwork for hours on end.

She hummed to herself happily as she skipped down the hallway towards the stairs that lead to the most of the noble's rooms. Today she just felt happy, she always did when she got to talk to her Papa. He was one of the few people whose opinion mattered to her, even if he didn't understand that.

Her ears shot up when she heard sounds. She hurried up the stairs as best as the teapot and tray would allow.

When she reached the stop she had already heard a horrible scream that had sounded like Papa. And there she saw him running a blade across his own throat. Lior was not standing far away, covered in blood, but he wasn't what Xiven saw.

She watched as the man crumpled to the floor. The tray and pot went clattering to the floor as he eyes widened in horror. This really couldn't be happening. This absolutely couldn't be happening. She screamed bloody murder as she rushed forward to her Papa's side.

"No!" she yelled, "No! No! Papa!" was all that she could manage when her knees hit the ground. She reached out to shake the body, only to stop short. She knew he must have already been dead.

"Papa...." she whimpered as she reached out to touch his fur lightly. Choking back all the tears she had she looked to Lior, still wide eyed and horrified. Unable to speak anymore she simply stared at him.

Why hadn't Lior stopped him? Why hadn't he done something? Couldn't he bring people back to life? What had he done to make Papa do this? Why?

[The Jenn]

Lior stared, aghast and wide-eyed and silent, as his papa took a sword to his own throat. But... but he couldn't do it again! He'd used it too recently, and he could only bring someone back from the dead once! He... he was gone! Why had he done that?! No!

Words couldn't escape as his half-sister rushed over from the stairs. He took a stumbling step back but couldn't bring himself to run, clutching the soul more tightly and shoving it quick in the inner pocket of his cloak. He could put it in the jar later. Then he grasped the feathery garment more closely to his body and shivered, slowly falling to his knees. He felt too much like a... he didn't know. He honestly didn't know how he felt right now. Everything felt numb in a horrible way. A horribly familar one. It felt as thought something in the back of his head was startling to slip away from itself, but couldn't quite manage.

His mouth opened and no sound came out.

[Kari Muffin]

Silence was worse than words. No one was answering the questions that needed to be answered. Xiven looked down at her Papa, staring at the blood that had been leaking from his neck.

And face. Why was his eye... missing?

Xiven could feel her fur standing on end as she looked towards her half brother again. The rage. The fury. Her burning hatred. All of it was bubbling to the surface. What had he done to upset Papa so? What had he done to kill Papa? He shouldn't be dead. Not now. When they were so close. She could have... she could have made him love her. It just needed a little more time. And now he was gone. Gone and Lior wasn't going to bring him back.

"What did you do?" she asked in a low his. It seemed disconnected from her normal voice. It was one that she rarely had a reason to use. She slowly stood to her full height, her eyes locked on Lior. "What. Did. You. Do?"

Her claws dug into her paws as soon as she clenched her fists. She could feel her face burning. "Say something!" She didn't know what she was going to do if he didn't speak fast enough. She just knew that she wanted to break every bone in his body.

[The Jenn]

A whimper came up from Lior's throat before it closed off again. He pulled his cloak closer, cringing away from her low hiss. The voice seemed devoid of emotion, and then she screamed at him, and it was full of rage. He didn't know what to do. He had never reacted well to anything under pressure, ever!

"I... h-he, he killed himself... ag-g-g-" he coughed, choking on the word. He couldn't concentrate on anything with her eyes staring into him like twin daggers. Her face said that she wanted to kill him. He'd never had anyone look at him with that intensity of sheer malevolent hatred, not since... well, not since she had last screamed at him, when he'd come trailed after Rhi to the Court.

"Oh HIlls," he managed to gasp, hunching his shoulders to the point that he was nearly doubled over. His thin body trembled and he couldn't look away from her terrifying eyes.

[Kari Muffin]

(( OOC: Permission has been granted to kick and or do horrible things to Lior <3 ))

That was all he could say? That was it? Didn't he care about Papa? It didn't take an Esterberry to figure out that he committed suicide. They had both clearly witnessed him slicing his own throat!

"That isn't what I asked," she moved a few steps forward before pulling back her foot. It hovered there for a moment as a small part of her felt some twinge of passion for another living creature. That emotion was quickly snuffed by the rage that had bubbled up inside of her and was close to exploding.

He did nothing. He did absolutely nothing to stop him.

She delivered as swift kick to his face, or in the general area. She didn't know how hard or where exactly she hit, she wasn't thinking about that. "Tell me what you did to him. Why are you covered in blood?"

She aimed a blind kick at him. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be real. Damn. Why hadn't he done anything? He had been right there!

[The Jenn]

Lior wasn't sure what she was about to do when she raised her leg, but he could guess and he hunched more. Then she kicked him square in his face with her clawed foot and he yowled, the sound forcing its way out as he fell hard to his side. He'd been in an awkward, unbalanaced crouch before. Her second blind kick hit him on the shoulder, not tearing the surprisingly durable cloak but shoving him backwards and making him gasp in pain as his wings fell beneath him. That... hadn't been a good feeling. Had he heard a crunch? He couldn't tell through the rushing of blood in his ears.

"I brought him back to life!" he finally cried, blood smearing the thin fur on his face as he cringed away from her like a scared, hurt cat. If his parents had seen him, either of them, they would have sneered in disgust. "He killed himself! And then he did it again! I can only bring him back once!"

[Kari Muffin]

The words weren't what she wanted to hear. Not at all. She could feel the tears making their way out of her eyes, despite her protests. She clenched her fists harder, the tension building in her entire body. Why should she give a damn about Lior anymore? What had he done besides take everything away from her? Rhi. Papa. Why should she continued to forgive him when he would continue to take. Who would be next? One of her children? Or would he finally just kill her in her sleep?

"Worthless," she hissed as she moved to forward, her tail's hairs standing on end. She pulled back her leg again delivering another swift kick. And one shortly after that. And one after that. And she continued to kick him where ever she could in all of her blind rage as she yelled."Worthless! Stupid! Bastard! Take! TAKE! TAKE! That's all you do! You've given me absolutely nothing! Get out! Get out! GET! OUT! You're nothing but a heartless monster!"

[The Jenn]

This woman terrified Lior. He'd never paid attention to her as a child, but now that she was an adult and a fully-fledged Queen in her own right, he could see bits and pieces of his papa's rage in her, exploding now in a physical tantrum aimed at him. Literally.

Already on his side, he hunched as the first blow came to his torso, clipping his side and something squishy. The second kick hit his shoulder, one claw hooking nastily along his collarbone before it was pulled away. The third one, though... the third kick, sent blindly at anything she could reach, hit his head with enough force to smash it against the marble ground and crack something. Sensing this mortal wound, his cloak went into action.

The cloak has now sensed the inner turmoil and distress it has caused its vessel. By way of compensation, a new ability was kicked into overdrive at the next sign of horror or dread from the host about the cloak or what it compels. It has begun to eat into its owners mind in order to calm the intense fears and qualms he may have about what he is doing, it hopes in this manner, to give him back to himself, so that he might be able to be as calm and collected as the dead. Lior is now almost permanently trapped in the cloak’s ambivalent state. He keeps the high, wispy voice, makes no judgments, and is serene and collected. He is permanently detached from the world he used to inhabit, though extreme measures could possibly be taken to reawaken him as he was before once in a blue moon. However, this new sense of being eliminates all stress and worry from Lior’s mind, it also allows him to draw the sense of pleasure he could normally only derive from resurrection, from any form of death around him, even if he is not participating directly.

When in this state, Lior is able to view situations from all angles and is now able to sense what it is that drives people to say or do what they do. He can evaluate a person without judgment and see what and why they really mean by their actions. He feels himself to be an impartial judge. There is only room in his heart for two people now: he must decide who is placed there, after the slots are filled, he will simply look upon all other life as means to the end and regard it impartially. The people placed in the slots, however, will remain able to pull him to his former self once a week if they really try and will be able to coax a new ability from him. They will be able to coax him into a state of awareness that allows the cloak to gain its own self for a small while; it will then go off for up to one hour, once a week and see if it can locate viable and plausible soul orbs to be harvested. While out, it also casts a spell of absolute darkness for five feet around it that nothing can penetrate except for Lior himself.

In essence, he has merged with his cloak and become a version of the grim reaper as thought out by himself and the cloak. He fully believes this to be so, to the point where...were he to die, it may even become an odd version of truth...

His body had already reached the point at which the cloak recognized a mortal wound. It was quite proficient at detecting such things. The blows that continued to rain down upon him from the enraged feline only exacerbated the damage. His eyes closed and he seemed to fall into some sort of coma, or even a little death, his breath stopped to the point where it wasn't visible to the naked eye as the magic of the cursed object worked to fix him.

All stress and worry from this confrontation was gone from his mind, replaced by a sense of calm certainty in his purpose. He lay there, for all appearances dead, while the ability worked its magic.

[Kari Muffin]

She didn't stop when he stopped moving. She continued to give him a few more kicks in her blind rage. It wasn't until she lost her balance and stumbled back a bit before she noticed what had happened.

Her eyes widened briefly before the tears flooded her vision completely. She slowly slid to the floor shaking her head and muttering. No, this really couldn't be happening. This couldn't be happening at all.

This wasn't happening. She choked, and sputtered, and tried to tell her self that everything was going to be all right. It wasn't. She knew that. Papa was dead. She had kicked Lior to death. This really couldn't be happening in the middle of a hallway, her brother laying there and her father in a pool of his own blood.

And all she could do was cry miserably in the middle of the hall. Idiot.