For the Hate of God

Once upon a time…

Trigger Warning: emotional abuse, offensive and derogatory language, insults, demeaning and humiliation

Marcellus’ POV

Whenever, Ezel, the Satan within me would fight for control and dominance, the spell they bound him with would drain more energy from me. We were also weakened by devilsbane and corpse flowers. This constant internal turmoil is taking a toll on my already weakened body. I feel knackered and incapacitated.

And then, out of nowhere, I felt a sudden stab in my heart as if someone had driven a hot iron dagger through it. I knew that meant that Konneyard was under attack. Each blow and loss of each warrior weakened me even more than I already was. I felt like I was going to faint. Still, I did my best to hide the throbbing pain that was shattering me inside out from the prying eyes of Noosha, the bi.tch.

“So, darling, I think it is time for us to share a proper momma and son moment. What do you think…son?” she said with cynicism oozing from every pore of her being. I met her gaze for a second with the most placid expression that I could muster, and I said nothing. I glanced back to rancid gorsch-like porridge, took a spoonful and decided to mind my own business.

“You know, I thought a bit about the two of us. I never told you bedtime stories in this…” she waved a hand in the air as if looking for a suitable word, ”…over our lord-knows-how-many millennia-long relationship. And what kind of mommy that makes me? Very, very bad mommy. So, I have decided to change this a bit…son. I have decided to tell you a little story…” Noosha looked straight into my eyes with sarcasm written all over her face.

As she spoke, I felt nauseous, as if I was about to faint. I felt weak and unwell, and a cold sweat started to wash me over. I knew that meant that another level of Wengarthria was under attack. The human part of me suffered the greatest brunt of the war which was brewing on the Konneyard grounds, and at this point, this is the only form I have, as they have disabled my demon with spells. I am trying to keep a straight face, no matter how fatigued I feel, as I am not going to allow her the pleasure of seeing how much pain battles and falls of Wengarthrian subrealms are causing to me.

“I am sure that you will find it interesting and familiar. See…once upon a time in the land, far, far away…” she paused in mid-sentence, made a perplexed face as if she was thinking, gazed back at me while batting her lashes and spread sarcastic simper.

“No, no…let me start again…Once upon a time in a land which is actually quite close to where we are now…in a land where Avesta fortress is…So, yes, once upon a time, in a land not so far away lived a who.re named Minthe with her illegitimate ba.stard son Marcellus. No one knew who fathered this cuckoo’s egg…” She waved her hand in the air as if she was trying to find a thought.

“…this little, illegitimate, gross boy called Marcellus. His real father was unknown as his mother was a fu.cking who.re who spread her legs to every demon in Wengarthria, to those who wanted to dip their wick into her putrid muff and those who didn’t want it alike. You see, , Marcellus, the little spawn of a sl.ut didn’t know that mommy Minthe was a fornicator and floozy who frolicked in so many di.cks that she didn’t know who fathered the little bastard boy.” she said with a fake playful tone and apparent provocation in her voice. I watched her impassively. Emotions are weakness. I am not showing any, especially not to her.

“However, given that mommy Minthe was also a long-standing c**m bucket for Hades, god of the underworld, home-wrecking who.re Minthe claimed that her bastard brat son is the son of Hades. And you know what, my dear…son? This stupid cuckold Hades believed his mistress Minthe.

He believed that he fathered the little spawn of a slag so much that he made her illegitimate son Marcellus an heir apparent to his throne. And as a gift for giving him a firstborn male heir, Hades gave the most beautiful fortress in Wengarthria to his slu.tty mistress Minthe.” She continued blabbering.

“But you know what? Hades never loved nor had any feelings for his mistress Minthe, nor did he care for his so-called son Marcellus. These two were just political pawns and a move to ensure Hades secured the heir for the throne. Regardless, Hades, the loathsome ruler of Wengarthria, rewarded Minthe and Marcellus. But, he still wanted to find a more suitable wife than a half-blooded Oribian sl.ut to rule Wengarthria with him.” b***h continued.

Gosh, if I just had a bit more strength within me, I would squeeze the living sh.it out of her, although I am reminding myself that she is intentionally provoking me to tease the emotions and to find the weakness. I would have strangled her now in a blink of an eye, regardless. I don’t care about emotion control anymore.

“…because Minthe the sl.ut was only chosen to breed and secure the heir if Hades does not find someone like me, the goddess who is an eligible bride and match for the god of the underworld. Actually, no, this is wrong. Marcellus’ slu.tty mommy Minthe was never chosen, not even as a breeder, but was offered as a political and business arrangement.

And you know by whom? By her own overly ambitious parents, who wanted to climb up the hierarchy of Wengarthria. That is why Hades accepted her as a mistress, cu.m bucket and a plaything but never as a legitimate wife.” she said with provocation and challenge on her face. My face still held no expression.

“And that is how Minthe - the filthy slu.t and her waif, destroyed my life. Had he married your w***e of mother after they had you, no matter which milkman fathered you, I would never be in this shithole in the first place. I would have been in my realm with the one I love. Because your sl.ut of mother wasn’t good enough, he sought for me.

He ripped me out of my world, my love and my perfect life. He r***d me, forced me to this hell and for what? To watch you and slutty…Minthe…get it all while I had to suffer a loveless marriage with disgusting Hades. The ra.pe and sla.ughter of your…mother…is nothing when compared with what I have endured by Hades. Not to mention that I am still suffering even now, every single day, when I look at your purge-inducing…Hades.

I see the repulsive rap.ist who deserves to die and his lineage to be exterminated in the same perverse, inhumane and brutal way as he dared to kidnap, r**e and torture me. That is why your slu.tty little w***e of a mother deserved ten times greater torture than the one she had." she said bitterly and with visible anger in her tone. I am not sure is she angry because of the topic itself or because of my lack of display of any interest or emotion thereof.

“You both deserve far worse than what you got through, given all the suffering that I had endured for so many millennia while living with Hades. I had to endure life with the repulsive and gut-wrenching, clapped geezer while you and your slutty mother picked up all the goodies.

This is why I ensured that mommy Minthe enjoyed the pleasures given by my soldiers while you were the faithful audience. And, believe me, what I planned for you two scoundrels should’ve been far worse than what happened.” as she uttered those words, I knew that I wanted to kill this b***h, and I wanted to do it slowly with my own bare hands.

“But then your daddy dearest once again saved that wrecked ass.hole of that slutty mother of yours before she was to be slau.ghtered like a moll and pig that she is.”

“Oh, but this is not the end of the story, my…son. Do you want to hear what happened next? Oh, let me tell you…So daddy heard about waifs momma being ra.ped and about to be killed. And to save the waif’s mother from certain death, daddy Hades made the waif’s momma dearest a mint plant. Daddy dearest took step-mommy’s grimoires, thinking that he was smart, sly and shrewd and that he would save his son’s mommy.

He thought that, in the same way as step-mommy got a portion of his powers after marrying him, he would have a portion of step-mommy's powers. And yes, he had them. But what daddy dumb, dumb didn’t know is that the power of creation and life works differently than the power of destruction and death. So, with each creature whose life I create in any shape or dimension, I get the part of their life essence. And that is how I got part of momma Minthe’s life essence.” she said with a victorious smile.

“So in a nutshell, to save momma of little waif Marcellus, Hades had to give part of her life essence to the goddess of spring, life and birth. And guess who is that, my dear…son?

“Oh, you got it, tah-dah, it is me, your stepmother! That means that now step-mommy has more of your mother's life essence than you. That also means that your mommy’s life and death are in control of your stepmommy, and she will continue to live in her plant form only if stepmommy allows it. Because you see, if I break this little capsule now, momma Minthe will cease to exist, even in that miserable plant form that she currently is.

And stepmommy will allow her to exist only if you are going to be a good boy and if you accept to be stepmommy‘s bi.tch and ki.lling machine.

And don’t even think of doing any harm to your stepmommy because your mommy’s life essence is now linked to me. I am keeping her alive. If I die, she will die straightaway, too. If you do what I ask, I might even change my mind and bring mommy dearest back to her physical form instead of keeping mommy in a mint plant form. So, you will both have an opportunity to be my slaves once I get rid of that odious Hades. But…” she slouched to get closer to the glass wall and closer to me.

“…I could bring mommy back to life only if you accept to be my bi.tch. On the other hand, dear son, one wrong move, and I will…” She squeezed the capsule on her pendant and tried to look at me straight into my eyes while I calmly ate my…ehh….porridge. I kept my eyes and focus on the shitty meal to cover the storm brewing within me.

”…make sure that she ceases to exist. So, your first task is to kill Lazarus. This is prep training to assess your willingness to fulfil one of your main tasks-to write an abdication letter where you will admit that Hades is not your father. So, are you in…son? Is your love for your mother and her loyal servants bigger than your hunger to rule? You were always saying that you were not interested in taking over Wengarthria. Now prove it. You have a chance.” she said calmly.

I was looking at the bowl for a few seconds as I chewed up the food. Then I raised my gaze and felt the fire filling my irises. I sprang out to the glass wall swiftly, before she even managed to change the facial expression to that of surprise, and thunked it with all my might. I spat the porridge on the glass wall, right at the level of her face.

Then I turned around and returned to my bed calmly, watching the ceiling.

“You will regret this, Marcellus!” she yelled and turned away.

“f***k off…mom!” I snarled with special care to grit the word “mom” through my teeth, with as much sarcasm, detest and hatred as possible. I did it without moving from my bed as I kept glancing at the ceiling.