For the Hate of God

Noosha

Marcellus POV

“Noosha”, I nodded. I looked like sh.it. My suit and shirt were drenched with tw.ats blood, and my face was spray painted with it. I finally looked like the devil everyone portrayed me to be.

Noosha, the bi.tch, on the other hand, you would never think that she is my stepmother. She looked more like my younger sister. She looked like she was barely 20, all pampered and pristine.

But f***k that. Not relevant. I was about to close the door, where semiconscious Naevres was still wheezing and gargling, and to walk away, but she grabbed me for the shoulder. I momentarily froze, trying to stop the anger, bile and disgust brewing again. God, how I want to kill this fuc.king bit.ch. I first pulled out a handkerchief from my blood-drenched trousers and wiped the blood sprayed on my face. Then I dusted away invisible dust from the shoulder she had just touched. She raised her eyebrow and looked at me murderously, with malice, but just for a second, and then she masked it to her usual sickly sweet face.

“Marcellus, dear, you know that I don’t like when you call me like that”, she said with that disgustingly sweet voice. Keep that crap for my gullible father; he readily buys that crap-I thought. She acted as if I wasn’t drenched in blood and as if she didn’t hear that the bloke behind the doors was audibly dying and grasping for the last gasps of air.

I pictured myself inhaling and exhaling deeply to stay in control. Uhm, f***k, how I wanted to thwack her fuc.king head like I just did to Naevres a few moments ago. I wouldn’t stop butchering her until she does not writhe and contort in pain and begs for mercy and death. Slow, prolonged death. The internal cringe increased while I calmly wiped my hands bathed in remnants of my carn.age on Naevres. I was looking at the marvellous ruby liquid that soaked my hands. I pictured how nice her blood would look on them. I glanced away from my hands and looked straight into her mutant-looking f*****g eyes. That mongrel witch of her granddaughter had the same eyes. Her irises were neon lilac-violet, like hyacinths in the early spring. Unlike Aralyn, who had lilac-violet hair colour, Noosha had tawny blonde hair. For the most part, Aralyn looked like her father. But those despicable eyes. Whenever I saw her eyes, it reminded me whose spawn she was and hatred and bile to Aralyn would rise to my throat, threatening to eat me alive.

I maintained my voice calm though, and have looked straight into her eyes. I couldn’t help the slight smirk in the corner of my lips. It helped me to prevent rolling my eyes when I uttered: “Mother…”.

I shuddered and cringed internally and paused after saying that to recollect my calmness.”…what do I owe this pleasure to? What do you need?”

“Nothing in particular…son.” How she made the word “son” roll off her tongue made my demon restless. He roared, writhed, growled and battled for dominance with me to resurface and kill her here and now.

“…I saw you escaping the meeting with your father today as if you were running from a plague. I thought that something was wrong. I went to your study room to check you out, given that you said you were leaving to do the reports. But when I couldn’t find you there, I was worried that you were unwell, as you looked quite pale and frazzled before you left. And, then, I find you in this long-forgotten castle in a remote part of the kingdom. How come you are here, son?” She looked at me with the look of a truly worried mother, and I barely stopped my urge to bite her head off here and now, annoyed by her poor acting skills. “I need to go…mother…is that all?” “Marcellus dear, I am just worried for you,” she said and glanced behind my shoulders, and then she gasped. And the Oscar goes to…fu.ck sake, I rolled my eyes internally.

“What a fuc.king bloodbath happened in here, Marcellus? Why would you do this to Naevres? He is barely alive. And what is that faint spring-like scent in the room? It smells like flowers in the spring, so familiar, but I cannot put my finger on it.”

Fu.ck, she recognised the scent of her own hatchling. She must not know that Aralyn is alive. Well, not yet.

“Goodbye now…mother…I must go,” I said calmly and walked away. The day will come, and very soon, when I will finally avenge the plight you put my mother through, I thought to myself.