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Then I remembered, I remembered something that made my heart ache with love for my husband. When my mind had gone, my brain shot from using my abilities when I was mortal, Elish used to put me on the couch with him and play Pokémon so I could see the screen. He talked to me throughout, telling me what was happening and reading me what the characters were saying. Elish doing that gave me the will to hang on, to not die. Maybe he could do this?
“And I am the oldest man in the world. My name is Bastian, and these are my children.” He looked around proudly. “I was the head scientist in what was once called the Unsterbliches Waffenprojekt. The Immortal Weapon Project. I spearheaded it, hoping to create weapons that could be used to help win the war. And later on, I summoned back my children to help win the Second Cold War.”
“Silas said that, did he? Well, it’s a lie. I pulled that little rugrat out on the day of November 15th 1952.”
“The tides of the war were turning and I knew the Fuhrer was going to have his head on a spike soon. So, I split up my boys and sent them to be raised all around the world. I knew they would find each other one day, but for now, it wasn’t safe for them to be together. The only children who got to be raised together were the two sets of twins. They didn’t have names at the time, only numbers, but their names would eventually be Sky and Perish, and Sawyer and Echo.”
Killian, you will find my laptop. Be a dear and bring it to me. At my age, I will never pass up an opportunity to remain sitting.”
“He can’t know because I’m not a hundred percent sure,” Perish said, looking straight at the camera, and therefore – me. “But Lycos and Greyson did speak of it, and they did cut my head open multiple times. That in itself isn’t enough evidence, but…” Perish took a deep breath. “I found out while here, that Silas has two concrete tombs on that lower floor, two concrete tombs that… Jesus, Bastian, I don’t know who’s in them. I saw them though, and I can’t tell Reaver… I can’t do that to him, but I really think it’s Lycos and Greyson in those tombs.”
We were given a bigger room to sleep in that night, with a double bed so Killian and I wouldn’t be sandwiched together. I know Killian sure would like that shit, but I still needed room to breathe and Killian was great, loved the guy, but jesus fuck, the clinging.
was alone for a few minutes, which was nice, but was soon joined by Gabriel. He sauntered up to me in a casual manner and offered me a tomato. I took it without comment and bit into it. If Nero were here, he’d burst out laughing. Once again, the taste of real food assaulted my taste buds like they’d been stripped bare and sodomized with a flavour cactus. It was overwhelming, and though I tried to suppress the facial expression, I knew I looked like an idiot.
Well, whatever. I needed to get to Skyfall, Killian could play his little Silasesque mind games all he wanted. I was over it, way past over it.
Killian’s words had upset me more than I thought, and maybe not just the words… this anger I’d been seeing inside of him. An anger that wasn’t there before. That boy in Aras would’ve never gotten that pissed off. When Killian in Aras got angry, he screamed and stamped his foot. He broke my waffle maker or stormed off in a cute little rage. Killian angry back then was the equivalent to a cat giving me a scratch when I pet it backwards for a laugh. But this Killian? Silas. And I fucking hated it. I hated having to feel that way.
Can’t wait to tell Leo and Greyson about this shit. Reaver made a friend that wasn’t Killian or Reno, even more hilarious, he’s a retarded chimera and the cicaro of Silas. They’ll be laughing so hard they’ll have tears in their eyes.
Sky may be underhanded… an abuser… an asshole… but he still loved Silas.
Sky and the others had began eating human flesh while hiding out in Ciel Lake with the man once named Kheva Swift, and his two disciples Keluva and Sasha. They’d been killing born immortals for years due to some stupid grudge, and had been feeding the human flesh recovered to Kheva’s serval. It was all they had for food for a long time, and honestly, Sky had developed a ghoulish taste for it.
“A military’s purpose is to protect the country, the police’s purpose is to protect the people,” Ceph explained. “The two need to be separate. Martial law doesn’t work for long, anarchy comes soon after and so does corruption, and I bet you there’s a fuckload of both going on right now. The legionaries were trained to kill, the thiens are trained to protect. Kessler and Nero have allowed men trained to survive and murder protect Skyfall. It’s like putting an attack dog in charge of babysitting. It doesn’t fucking work and those two are morons for thinking it will.”
I’ve lost you… haven’t I? Maybe we can do what you once tried to do, and just press pause. Maybe we can both play pretend, and pretend we’re the people we once were. I used to not care. You used to care too much. Now all I do is worry that I’ve lost you. And all you do is stare into the darkness.
“I’m looking forward to you kicking Kessler’s ass for this. He’s been an absolute asshole since Nero’s basically let him run this fucking city. It’s been hell with him, Elish. Do your worst to that smug fuck. He seems to forget I changed his fucking diapers and that he pissed his bed until he was seven.”
I was going to get a fucking radio and somehow get Elish on it. He had to pick us up and bring us to Skyfall. It wasn’t just my dads I needed to rescue now, but I had to get my best friend. What anger I’d felt for him falling for Silas had disappeared the moment I knew he needed me. I was his best friend and he was mine, and I would cross the greywastes and further to get him the second I heard he was sad. I loved Reno with all my heart. He was one of the very few people I felt actual empathy and love towards.
I’m glad I descended from the original Nazi-made born immortals where we didn’t have to drink blood to keep ourselves from getting migraines and going crazy. Being a nightcrawler sounded like a pain in the ass. Why would I even want to know what other people were thinking?
The door behind me creaked. I glanced over my back, thinking it was Killian, but my mood darkened when I saw that it was none other than Sky Fallon himself. Fuck it, he wasn’t even the classic Sky Fallon. He was like… Diet Sky.
“You don’t understand!” Silas said, his voice rising. “You’re a child. I’m almost three hundred. Dynamics are different.” “So, in three hundred years I can start smacking my boyfriends around? Awesome,” I shot back. I just wanted to grab him and shake some god damn sense into him.
“And sometimes I piss him off when I should know better. It’s my fault, I know his triggers, and I take advantage of them when I’m upset. It’s me, I do it to him, alright? Once I get a better fucking handle on my emotions… it’ll be fine between us. I’m still learning this shit, okay? I’ve been without him for so long, it’s damaged me. But he’s here now, and it’ll be okay. It’ll be okay. He’s here now, and I’m just re-learning what I’d forgotten. Sky’s here now, love. I’ll be okay. I’ll treat my chimeras better, my city better. I’ll even be able to make Elish love me again. Sky knows me; he
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Because as I stared at this king that I had come to love, I no longer saw a king in front of me. I saw a young man who’d been in an obsessively abusive relationship for centuries. A relationship where the abuser had convinced the victim that he couldn’t live without him, that without him, everything he did was wrong. The abuser had been so successful, that when he’d killed himself… the victim was completely lost, and would spend another century trying to clone him, just so he could go back to what he thought was his… normal. I wasn’t looking at a powerful king; the man who’d ended the world
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“Silas,” I whispered. I walked towards him, my heart breaking with each step, and took this poor boy into my arms. “Oh, baby.” I hugged him to me and closed my eyes, feeling real fear for this man I still loved deeply. “I’ll save you,” I whispered into his ear. “I promise, Silas. I’ll save you.”
I just wanted Reno to be happy. And… Fuck. Whatever will make you happy, baby. Even if you have absolutely shit taste in men. I’ll yell some sense into you later. I’ll talk you out of loving him later…
At one point in time, hearing that Elish was near would bring me comfort. Having him nearby would tell me I was protected, loved, that my guardian was here and everything would be okay. Now, though, it just filled me with dread, dread and… Wow, anger. That feeling was anger.
I’m baby, not Silas.
told you once, love,” Silas said. “Sky… Sky is keeping me in check. I needed it. I needed someone to control me, to keep me from hurting my babies, from torturing them. Sky is good for me. Don’t you see, lovely? I need someone dominant like him to treat me this way, to remind me of my worth. And he’s the only man in the world who I’d let treat me this way.”
Then I grew up, and realized there were no good guys and bad guys. The bad guys never knew they were bad guys. In their eyes, they had justifications for everything. Why should they be called bad? Good and evil were all just perception, and everybody’s perception was different.
“You’re our boy, our firstborn.” “I’m just a chimera. I’m not your real son.” “Boy, I am not going to pull you onto my god damn lap like you’re three and have a god damn Full House moment with you,” Kessler said, his tone stern and every inch that of a military father. “You know you’re our son, and if you’re insecure about the baby, you need to get the hell over it.”
“Ruled by a bunch of fucking Nazis,” Apollo scoffed. “Or is that what you’re going for? Is Bastian just a modern day apocalyptic Hitler looking to eradicate a race he doesn’t like?” Klaus snorted. “Bastian, Hitler? He wasn’t the one who decided to call the new human race arians.” “He did it as a fuck you to that asshole,” Ares snarled. “He made everyone who wasn’t a braindead rat or raver an arian. Every race, colour, sexuality, fucking everyone is an arian. The human race is called that, dumbfuck. Silas was stickin’ it to the dude.”
Time flies when you’re immortal, love. Before I know it, I’ll have my Sky again.
I ignored Silas bristling at me calling Chally Reno’s boyfriend. Dude was holding my hand and clinging to me like a Siamese cat, but still wanted Reno to be his as well. I guess I couldn’t blame him, he pretty much was every chimera’s jealous boyfriend.
“We’re not in a horror movie.” “We aren’t…? You sure?” I rolled my eyes and quickened my pace. “I don’t see any dumb blondes with big tits going into unlit basements. This isn’t a horror movie.” “What about dumb immortals with big dicks going into unlit skyscrapers?”
I was kidnapped by Malachy, which was probably the best thing to happen to me since at least I got to take care of him and I got to feel useful. I love taking care of crazy, manic-depressive blond kids apparently.
