Seducing the King of Abominations

"Dear Alexander It pains my heart to know that you have unfortunately inherited a bloodline that should've been lost through time and bloodshed but it is your fate that you have. Alexander you must know that there are countless monsters residing inside of you, you are the end of times, and you shall never fade. Trying to escape your destiny is futile. You must accept who you are and make sure no one ever discovers your secret. Life shall be hard for you since you are the incarnate of everything disgusting. Horrendous you are inside out, that you must accept. Love, Your mother, Agnes." Chapter 1: The abominable demon Darkness, it finds, it knows, it is the thing that is sweeter than all things good, it is the thing that cuts through all resistance and makes the world whole. *Knock* No matter where you are, who you are, one thing is for certain- in this world, the darkness will always find you. Exodus was a large country within the sun continent, as a matter of fact in this world Exodus triumphed over other countries, standing as the supreme ruler of the sun continent or as its dwellers and others dubbed the supreme country- master of sovereign. The sun continent was one of the four Continent of this world, a world where deities casted their eyes upon mortality and immortality alike, a world where entities- mad immortals that possessed power over deities- birthed deities. Divine cosmology was the most important teachings of the lower plane- earth. Divine cosmology reigned over the lower plane- an alignment of divine beings who watched and remained sovereign. Deities were at the lowest rank in the alignment and they simply were weaker extensions of powerful divinities like entities. Entities lived sovereign over deities, lording over the weaker divinities they considered children- mere extension of their sovereign selves. And then lording over the plane of the divine and the lower plane was overpowered beings that could only be referenced as "existences" because even though "they" were the supreme "they" could only be referred as "existence" as nothing more could title these mysterious beings that were tightly connected to the world itself. Descending down from divinities was the lower plane and while the divine lorded over creatures that existed on this plane, many mysterious powers still belonged to the lower plane. Beasts that proclaimed themselves to be mere mortals, some gentle (soft spoken), some degenerate, some flesh and blood like mundanes….. And others….. Others are better left as mere nightmares. There were four continents that divided the world. The most powerful being the Sun continent, following was the Atlantic continent, the Overshore continent, and the Heavenly continent. In the Sun Continent, within Exodus city laid the wretched shrine of the supreme and…. Chaotic, Mother chaos- also known by the honorifics Queen of misfits, Mother of all things unholy, and the blasphemous conqueror. The Hedonistic Shrine of Mother chaos it was called. It dominated other Shrines of other deities and Entities alike, as the impure being was an entity herself. In the year 1942 the Hedonistic Shrine of Mother chaos struggled for absolute supremacy in Exodus city against another powerful Shrine- The Sheare shrine of the entity known as the Peerless guardian of the upper plane…. Also known by the honorifics Guardian of the world beyond, the eyes that sees all, the master key, blade against blasphemy. Alexander Monroe belonged to the Shrine of the divine blasphemer Mother chaos. But he falled into the status of things that crawled at both night and day- those things better left as mere nightmares, only Alexander was a reality. It rained badly that night. A little boy curled into a balled position with his knees pulled up close to his chest, his arms wrapped around his knees and soft sniffles echoing around the cage of a room. "Bla-bla-black sheep, have you any wool?" His timid voice resounding, triumphing over the sounds of low growling coming out from under his rikitty bed. The air was cold, and the whispering sound of something cutting through the wind cooled the environment. Something slithered out of the bed, heading in the direction of the singing small boy. "Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full." He added gently, sniffling through his red nose, and primordial maroon eyes that had the feeling of one who had seen through ages upon ages turned to the cold oddity slithering his direction. Cold hands touched his ankle, wet and cold. The boy cast his eyes down at the deathly pale hands with a gaping yellow wound on both of it's palms. It was not only cold and wet but calluse causing spine chilling goosebumps on whoever it touched. But it was different for Alexander, he simply turned his gaze towards the bed. Two large auburn colored eyes stared back at him from the darkness underneath his bed. Another growl vibrated through underneath the bed. "Go away," he whimpered and like a creature possessed the hands retracted and the eyes faded away. He cast his gaze away when he heard the door creak as it was pushed open. His legs trembled at the footsteps that approached her cage. Alexander was terrified as he peeked from hia fair lashes, watching the tall male with a stoic expression on his face pick out an electric metallic leash from his other torture instruments. Alexander's cage door opened and a pair of hateful electric blue eyes descended on his trembling body. This was Ciampa Monroe- his caretaker, and also a devout member of the blasphemous mother shrine and also an apostle in the shrine of mother chaos. He was also Alexander's torturer since he'd found out the truth- the truth of his brother's existence. "Get up, demon!" Ciampa sneered at the pale child, who looked haggard and completely distraught. On shaky legs and gathering the strength buried deep in his tormented and tortured body he got off the ground and managed to make sure not to look directly at the eyes of his punisher- like Ciampa had consistently reminded him through endlessly beating with batons, belts, canes. Ciampa grabbed him by the neck to hold him still as he chained his neck with the metallic leash. Alexander hissed upon contact with the steel coated with the holy water of the blasphemous mother chaos. His entire eyeballs retracted into an endless abyss leaving empty holes where his eyes were supposed to be, and his two lower teeth elongated, touching the tip of his nostrils as the hot water coated metal burned the skin of his neck. On trembling legs he stepped aback, wailing in the pain and hellish burn of the holy water coated metal. "Stand still, demon! Transform!" A slap followed his venomous words. Black liquid flowed from the empty sockets of Alexander's so-called eyes upon the pain brought on him by the man who was supposedly his elder brother. "Transform!" Another slap followed his words. It was hard for him to maintain humane features with the kind of pain the holy water coated steel was bringing upon him. His body trembled harshly as he tried to return to his mundane features. Ciampa's hand came up to strike Alexander again but he managed to conceal his 'demonic' features before Ciampa's hands had contact with his face. Ciampa dragged on the leash as he began moving. He led Alexander up the stairs of the basement at a hot pace. Alexander landed on the stairs while trying to maintain the pace of Ciampa. Ciampa flipped the switch of the leash, sending volts of electricity to the end of the leash down to Alexander's body. He screamed from the pain of the electric but got off the stair nonetheless. Ciampa flipped the switch back off as he saw him on his feet. He yanked the leash bondaging Alexander, dragging him to the living room of the house. Alexander brought his eyelids lower and his hands protectively against his eyes from the lights that blared at his eyes. Alexander had not been so close to the light for very long. Stuck in the cage of the basement for far too long. Ciampa suddenly stopped walking. He released his neck from the leash, then threw him into the white circle drawn on the floors of the living room. There were lines in the circle that connected to each other like some sort of ancient design. His black long hair, with strawberry streaks covered his oval face and all the cuts and bruises with it. His petite small body fit into the drawn circle. Sweat beads glistening his beautiful chocolate colored body, that had been tortured by Ciampa. He took in the figure of a brown haired man white skinned man opposite her. The man wore the red and white priestly garment of the blasphemous mother shrine. He also had a permanent white curved line drawn underneath one eye. This man was a chief priest. Alexander's heart quickened. His honeyed eyes glowed as he scanned the little boy. "Do it now, Chief priest." Said Champa. The Chief priest turned his gaze towards Ciampa. "You understand that if anything goes wrong your brother stands a chance of losing his soul?" The Chief priest cautioned. "Stop trying to implore me Priest and rid my brother of the Abomination demon that has possessed him." Cuampa disregarded the Chief priests' warning and spat out. "Very well." The Chief priest gave up. The Chief priest reached into his cross-bag rucksack and pulled out a bundle of herbal dried grasses tied together. He dropped his rucksack on the ground as he commenced with what he was asked to do. "Poringis." The Chief priest said and an accountable fire lit on the herb. The Chief priest circled Alexander as he began chanting. "Mestoratos nostring daemon incantotoras vikeniveshere." The Chief priest's chanting started out slow but as they began to take course in the body of the Chief priest his voice went higher. The scent of the herbs began to make Alexander's mental status drowsy. His body began jerking on the cold ground. Her eyeballs retracted leaving empty sockets and her lower fangs rose up in a baring manner at the chantings of the Chief priest. His skin went pale cold blue, and paper white veins rippled throughout his body. Alexander brought both hands up as an abominable flame lit all over his body. A scream tore through his throat as he threw his head back and his gaze came up at the ceiling. "Ahhhhhhhhhh! No please!!" His voice became raspy and other foreign voices echoed through his own. A blinding surfaced on his shoulder. "Priest, what is taking so long?! Banish that abomination away from him!!!" Ciampa thundered as the light grew bigger on his shoulder and the cries of Alexander and a baby echoed throughout the house. The chief priest began groaning in between his chants. His body weakened as he struggled to complete the spell. "Please stop!!!!!!" Alexander screamed out once more before the blinding light took over and Alexander fell to the ground. The chief priest got on his knees exhausted and completely drained from the intense spell. "Have you done it? Is my brother rid of the twisted demon in him?" Ciampa asked. Hope swirling in his eyes. The however was studying the new-found ink on her shoulder. That of a three headed wolf-like beast with four eyes each and a clown like mask on its face. "No. This is impossible, my divine powers failed." The chief priest spurted. A growl emanated from underneath the grounds of the house followed by a thunderous laugh that made the priest swallow hard. The laugh echoed through the earth followed by the ripping of the roof and the revelation of an enormous face. "Son of wrath." The chief priest breathed but the boy simply lifted his head ever so slightly and eyed the enormous face with a tiny smirk on his face along with his suckets lacking eyes staring at the huge face.