Zarathoz crouched down, clearly worried and irritated. She grabbed Morgan by the arm roughly, forcing him to his feet, and without saying a word began dragging him away from everyone's sight.
There was something in her gaze… something dark, dangerous. Luzbel noticed it instantly. A shiver ran down her spine.
With her legs trembling, she stood up as best she could and hurried to follow them.
w-what… what's going on?.
( Said Galahad, shaken, bringing both hands to her chest )
I don't know, but we have to hurry, let's go.
( Satana replied, nervous, her voice heavy with anguish )
When Zarathoz found a partially hidden corner, she slammed Morgan violently against the wall. The impact echoed dully. Zarathoz was beside herself, consumed by rage, and she spoke to him in a venomous, cutting tone.
WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU JUST DID?
Did you think this was some kind of damn performance?.
She stepped back a few paces, turning her back to him. She crossed her arms tightly and began striking the floor repeatedly with her foot, as if each blow were trying to contain the fury boiling inside her.
At that moment, Luzbel arrived, panting, leaning against a concrete pillar.
w-what… what's happening?.
( Said Luzbel, trying to catch her breath )
Zarathoz spun around abruptly.
WHAT'S HAPPENING!? WHAT'S HAPPENING!?
WHAT'S HAPPENING IS THAT HE JUST FUCKED US OVER! HE FUCKED ALL OF US!.
( She shouted furiously, pointing at Morgan with contempt )
Luzbel approached Morgan. Her expression was a mixture of concern and sadness.
what happened over there?, what happened to you?, why did you do that?.
However, "Morgan" didn't respond.
He turned his gaze to the side, as if he no longer had the strength or the will to explain himself.
That simple gesture was enough to make Zarathoz explode even more.
She grabbed him brutally by the jaw, slamming him against the wall again and lifting him off the ground.
NOW YOU DON'T TALK? AFTER WHAT YOU JUST DID, NOW YOU DON'T TALK?.
OR IS IT THAT YOUR TINY, INSIGNIFICANT LITTLE HEAD CAN'T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU'VE JUST CAUSED?.
She dropped him violently, only to lean dangerously close to his face.
look at me.
( Said Zarathoz, her voice low but loaded with threat )
LOOK AT ME!!.
( She screamed with all her strength )
"Morgan", with an empty gaze, as if nothing mattered anymore, finally lifted his eyes to meet hers.
Zarathoz snapped.
before… even if you lost, I could have done something.
Something so you wouldn't end up as a damn slave.
But now… now if you lose, I won't be able to do anything. NO ONE will be able to do anything.
You'll become a living lump of flesh… and you'll drag me down with you.
She pointed at her own chest, trembling with rage.
DID YOU EVER THINK ABOUT WHAT WOULD HAPPEN TO ME?.
( Said Zarathoz, beside herself )
Then she slowly turned her head toward Luzbel.
with her?.
( She said, pointing at her )
Then she looked at Galahad and Satana.
or with them?.
Her voice cracked, not from sadness, but from restrained fury.
no… you didn't.
Now ALL of our lives are at stake because of you and your incompetence.
ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES, YOU IDIOT.
That word echoed in the mind of the one who now had control over Morgan's body.
Actions.
Consequences.
He remembered how that vampire had said the exact same thing… to Morgan.
But now, that phrase seemed aimed directly at him.
Without meaning to, "Morgan" let out a faint, ironic smile.
That gesture was the final spark.
you are a…
Before Zarathoz could hurt him, Luzbel lunged toward her, grabbing one of her arms. Satana took the other, while Galahad wrapped her arms around Zarathoz's waist, restraining her desperately.
that's enough, already! THAT'S ENOUGH!
There's no point in fighting here!.
( Said Luzbel, frightened, trying to calm her )
yes, my lady, please… stop.
It's better that we think about what to do now… I beg you.
( Said Satana, her voice broken, crying without tears )
Zarathoz looked at Satana.
She saw her suffering.
And that, finally, stopped her.
She shoved Morgan away roughly.
take him to his room.
I don't want to see his face today.
I need to think about what the hell I'm going to do.
She turned away, pressing a hand to her head. It hurt. Everything hurt.
"Morgan" ran off.
Mo… Morgan, wait.
( Said Luzbel, her voice breaking )
But "Morgan" didn't look back.
He ran without direction, without air, without comfort.
In his mind echoed the words of that translucent figure.
Not what she said…
but why.
Why had she done that to him?.
Why had that figure he called mother abandoned him?.
Why had she taken away something that was part of his very existence?.
Hatred, resentment, began to rise like a slow poison.
He reached his room.
He slammed the door shut.
He slid down to the floor, his back against the wood, hugging his legs.
Then he cried.
He cried with rage.
He cried with pain.
I hate you.
( "Morgan" whispered, barely audible )
Again and again, he repeated those words, as his gaze filled with darkness in that shadowy room.
End of chapter.
Next chapter: mothers.