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He’d never had much issue with Halo. Now Enigma on the other hand, he’d never been able to see Jael as anything more than a wolf. They were wolves—all of them—but Enigma had chosen to believe the words of a liar. He’d idolized the man and the dream he’d shown then, instilling into them, but Jael had been different. White as snow he’d looked the most like their mother. Enigma had Vitium’s eyes. And Halo looked the most like a coyote out of all of them. He needed to speak to her, to try and give her the slightest grain of truth regarding their heritage. He’d found Colibri. He was neither wolf nor coyote, and he’d never fit completely into either world, but that didn’t mean he should deprive others of potential truth. She hadn’t looked the same. Halo had defied the odds with her finely sculpted features and crimson eyes that told nothing. There was no way he could even consider himself a de le Poer now, for he didn’t even know who or what he was beyond his mother’s embrace. He didn’t care anymore.
Stealing through the moonlight like a thief he moved quickly, swiftly toward his goal. He’d never trespass, for that wasn’t his place. It’d been a long time since he’d even dared call Inferni home, and even then it hadn’t felt right to him. He’d adored the coyotes that’d chosen to disregard the wolf within him, and yet he had always abhorred having to deny who and what he truly was. He was the vagabond that didn’t even deserve a name, for he didn’t belong anywhere. Only the wide, open earth was meant to contain him, with open skies and no walls to hold him in. Free your body, free your mind, he’d tell himself, pausing only a moment to breath before approaching the skull-ridden borders. He would not go far. He’d wait until the chance arrived for what he needed. He hoped they’d still be respectable toward him, even if he could no longer call himself one of them. No, to be otherwise would only prove their ignorance and exactly why he’d needed to run away in the first place. Eyes born of hellfire and madness scanned the horizon, searching for life and his next cue.
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While she had always been the sibling with the fiercest heat flaring in her chest, she had gotten well along with the two brothers that never had managed to get along well with each other. Jael had carried their wolf mother’s white coat and had always been picked at for that. Enigma had taken it all out, of course. Halo had not. Their blood was the same – she had been unable to judge him for his appearance. She had just been relieved to have so much of the wolf in her hidden away. Those were still her genes, and still not a day passed where she forgot to resent herself for what she was. It had been accepted and dealt with, but Inferni and her position here could not change her blood. She still felt impure.
And now she was all alone, just like she had been her entire life in one way or another. Or.. well. This was not true. Solitude was something she had found that she cherished beyond everything. She had realized that the horrible day when something nestled deep within her womb has shifted and moved for the first time. Little had made sense to her back then and things had not changed. The obvious answer had been impossible, but the little creature inside her had turned out to be very real. Bile wanted to climb up her throat every time she consciously thought about this little thing that by now had formed a recognizable bump on her originally flat belly. She could feel the little bastard child whenever it moved now, though all that had changed in her appearance was that little bump – it could almost be taken for plumpness. Some females turned enormous when they were pregnant, but the Hydra had not.
She was so out of it that she hardly recognized the male that this oddly familiar scent she had followed belonged to. It was surreal, they both had left her. Jael had grown, and though the Lykoi wanted to react with hostility, she found that she could not do this. Not now. He was a familiar face in a world that had turned alien the moment her world for the second time had crashed down around her. ”Jael?” the female vocally wondered, melancholy attached to her feminine voice.
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She came. Of course, she’d grown. She was a woman now, fully out of childhood and matured in more ways than he could fathom from appearance alone. He didn’t know what she’d been through. To him, she was still the little girl that he’d left behind so long ago. The world had aged him as well, wearing his paws down to hard calluses and bringing with it experiences he didn’t wish to speak of. But he’d come. “Sister,” he greeted, using the family title intentionally. Lips cracked into a smile—the first in a while—at the sight of her.
“I don’t want to be strangers,” he said quietly. Family was hard to come by in this world. He didn’t wish to push away everything that he had. Blood may not have been the strongest tie, but he wouldn’t abandon what he had. Vitium he could care less about. Colibri gained more love than any sire that he could possess. Enigma—he didn’t know what he thought of him anymore. But Halo had always been different. He couldn’t see what she’d done or the things that had been done to her through the outside alone. Only memories remained, but he wanted to try.
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The title sounded odd and alien in the girl’s oversized ears. While she had never forgotten about her messed up siblings and her parents, they had eventually ended up visiting her consciousness mind less frequently this last year. Immerse distance did this to her, and all of them had willingly chosen to abandon her, with the insignificant exception of her ivory wolf mother. Her ears leaned against her thick auburn hair, but she could not reject him as she wished. His smile was most welcome, and she offered him one of his own, though even she could feel the sad lines corrupting some of the genuine feeling in it.
His quiet words moved her, but she did not understand how he could speak such words when his actions had proved a different point well. He had chosen to abandon her, had he not? It was not the time to point accusing fingers though, and the girl decided to pay more attention to her curiosity. ”Where have you been?” despite trying to act out of her hot tempered character, she found her voice to sound accusing.
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Inferni could never be his home again. He could never conform to their ways, no matter how many here he chose to love. Her tone was accusing despite the smile, but he couldn’t blame her. “I can’t live here. You know that. I will never belong, no matter how much I would try to pretend otherwise. I’m glad that you’ve found somewhere to belong though,” he said, genuine in his words. She had found a home—he wasn’t sure that he ever would. The lonely road would remain his destination until the end of time. It was his destiny. “I found Colibri,” he said, fiery eyes searching her’s, searching to see how she would react. Vitium had attempted to turn them all against her, but Jael could not hate her. He looked too much like her. He could never escape it. Out of all of them, the title Soul belonged the most to him.
Enigma could keep Vitium’s father’s name, while Halo—he remembered something that their mother had told him. He needed to tell his sister, so she could decide on her own who she was, and who she wanted to be. “She told me something that you should probably know,” he said, tentative in his approach. How could he say such a vulgar thing that elicited only sorrow and anger in his soul? Even now, he felt as though he should love and protect her. But he hadn’t been there—he couldn’t have, for the very action was what had conceived him. There would never be an honorable father for Jael to look up to, desiring to emulate. He’d been robbed of the simplest thing a boy desired, and took for granted much of the time.
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Perhaps she was able to understand, but she did not want to. She missed her childhood. Tainted and corrupted as it was, at least she had been together with her siblings. Her brothers had not always quarrelled about everything. Growing up and becoming an adult was the worst thing that had happened to her, but when she had been a child she had been unable to grow up fast enough for her liking. Her smile faded slowly away from her sorrowful face as he finished. Where did he belong then? He smelled of loneliness, and that was a life she did not think he deserved. To hear that he had found their mother forced cherry orbs to widen slightly in silent shock, but she had already abandoned the woman emotionally. She had nothing to say to that.
Then her curiosity peaked and she could tell by his careful approach of the forthcoming subject that an uncomfortable surprise was on its way. Lips pursed and she knew she could not go on living without hearing this little piece of information, whatever it was. She had experienced horrible things already in her short life; surely she could withstand some bad news. She would always regret these words she now spoke. ”Tell me.”
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She wanted to know. Of course she would. Everyone wanted to know things that pertained to them and their existence, even if they would regret it later. It was the anticipation and the knowledge that something existed out there that was being held from them that made it worse, while only being able to guess their own reaction. Halo no longer seemed to love their mother, but the desire for information remained. He sighed gently, wondering how to begin. “Vitum wasn’t the only one,” he said, knowing that she would understand without any elicit detail. “There was another coyote,” the pale hybrid continued, voice slow and hesitant. “I’m not sure that it even matters. But I thought that you should know anyway.” You never looked as much like a wolf as the rest of us.
Enigma’s eyes spoke of his parentage, while Jael remained a mystery, as he always would. He doubted that he would ever know himself, but he no longer cared anymore. If all options were unsavory then he would just block out the details. Halo was the one that’d always appeared the most like a coyote out of the three of them, while her red eyes left things open. “I don’t know his name, but she told me what he looked like from what she could remember. Gold and black fur, red eyes,” like yours. “Scars all over his face and arms. And,” his eyes fell onto the chaos star branded onto her chest, pausing momentarily where he was. “A red chaos star on his shoulder.” She was meant to be a Lykoi no matter what—no matter who’d helped to sire her. This was where she belonged, even if her father was a sinner.
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Quiet shock found her, forcing her curious mind to partly shut down. For now, she could just listen. Oversized ears took in her brother’s voice and she was not sure what to make of the words he so gently spoke. She could not hear those unspoken words of his, but as thoughts of her own against started travelling through her mind, she realized what this could mean. Ears fell against auburn locks and she mourned her mother and the pain that had been inflicted to her. Had she not been broken by her uncle, she could have feigned indifference, but the dislike for the woman who had birthed her could not somehow justify such a grotesque act done to her. An overwhelming need to stare down at her own hands washed through her, but the ruby gaze was locked on her brother’s, frozen in time. She had always looked more the coyote than wolf, while her brothers’ forms openly showed their conflicted genes.
Of course, this was the time where Halo should have turned around and taken her leave, but she could in no way have anticipated the horror creeping up on her; brought to life by her brother’s tale. When her mask of stone softened, a puzzled smile broke into her stunned face. There was nothing humorous about this scene at all, but her mind swam through the information, couldn’t accept the horrible truth that slowly was building within. A coyote dressed in coal and gold, blood for eyes and a chaos star. She had once taken pride in knowing more than what was necessary about her Lykoi family; all the family members. The name of the beast stood clear before her, but she couldn’t take it in. Jael could in no way understand the damage he was inflicting right now.
A light tremor shook her face, and her lungs were painfully empty of air. Lips parted to draw in oxygen to still the quiet ache, but there was nothing to harvest. Her throat was partly blocked, and after a few moments of obvious, internal struggle, the woman’s chest heaved, her voice scratching up her throat, creating a trembling, desperate sound that she had never heard before. Desperation was coming to get her now. ”You lie,” her sickly voice accused urgently. This was a cruel joke—yet that had always been Enigma’s specialty.
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Her reaction revealed her horror at this knowledge. Jael couldn’t understand, for he hadn’t been there for her, and he could only guess at the meaning behind it. Confusion drew on his features, remaining where he was without speaking a word as he watched his sister take in the information. Her words were broken, desiring to disbelieve while speaking in a voice that barely escaped her lungs. His face changed, anger growing as realization sparked into life. “You know him,” he said, voice low. His rage was not meant for Halo—it was not directed toward his remaining sibling. “What has he done to you?” he asked, desiring to know, desiring to hate if Halo was to feel this way about the man that could possibly be her father.
It was not rage for the act that’d been committed, but horror at the identity of the man Jael had spoken of that seemed to have made her feel this way. He wanted to move, yet he couldn’t—it’d been too long since they’d last seen each other and they’d drifted too far apart for such displays. A barrier remained between them, even if he’d come all this way for the sole purpose of breaking it down. Muzzle wrinkled, the tips of his fangs showed even after speech faded as fire burned within the inferno of his eyes.
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He did not respond as she needed him to. He had to tell her that this was a cruel lie. Yet, she could see the truth in his eyes; watched anger distort his pale face. Her glare fled from his figure when he drew his conclusion. It was the man she had madly idolized until she had received a taste of what he could offer. Whatever innocence had been left of the brainwashed girl had been taken by the crimson eyed beast. She could have blamed Samael—could have blamed herself forever, but she had finally managed to push through. Now, with Jael’s words ripping new, deep gashes into her soul, she was being sucked into the nightmare again.
With her teeth bared, her blood red gaze returned to his face as he disturbed the dark waters where darkness lurked. She felt the terrible madness ripple through her, but control was a necessity now, and she held on to it with all her strength. ”He—“ It was ridiculously difficult to speak with a closing throat. It was not until the treacherous tears streamed down her face that she realized that she was crying like a child. ”—forced me... i-into...” It was unbearable to even think the words. ”Just like o-our mother..” Her lungs refused her air still. Despite her fear for physical contact she felt herself stumble toward her pale sibling, strength quickly leaving her.
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The words were like blows, striking against him with the force of a fist. The man was a devil. He’d repeated the act he’d committed against the mother onto the child. Halo did not need to spell it out for him. He understood, and righteous fire burned within his chest, desiring even more to tear the man apart. He would not get away with this. Their family had been built from blood and sin, yet Jael desired to rise up out of the mess and be something better, something far more worthy than what he’d originated from, if only as a vessel. He would stain his hands with the blood of demons, and he would take their darkness into his soul where it’d remain, destroyed when his wretched body was finally torn apart.
He was not clean, not pure, but he would cleanse the world of one dark stain. And then, he would die. There was no destination at the end of his life save the destruction of those that’d inflicted harm onto him and onto his blood. Outside of that, only darkness remained. He was not the brilliant star in the night sky able to bring hope into the souls of thousands. He didn’t care to be. But if he could remove the pain from one heart that he cared about, then he would have lived with a purpose. She made the first move. The barrier shattered with that simple action, falling to forgotten shards. He moved the rest of the way forward, crossing the distance between them as he allowed the horrible expression to leave his face, taking her into his arms. “I’ll fucking kill him,” he said, voice low and venomous.
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It had been her fault. The little Princess has thought her blood was enough. Perhaps she had thought herself immortal—never had her little games turned on her in such a way. Of course, she would have gotten burnt sooner or later, but she could never have seen the move coming from a member of her clan as well as her family. Her eyes had shone like stars with quiet worship until she learned exactly what it was to be cruel. The thought had always been delicious and crimson tinted, but as a man’s life was taken in a particularly cruel way right in front of her, it had been too late. There had been a terrible price to pay, and along with that she had learned her true colours. Broken and immensely disappointed in herself.
Her life was not as it should be. Nor would it ever be now—she could not imagine things would ever be alight. She was a bastard and so would her children be. She felt the ground under her feet slip away, seeking to tilt her over, but then Jael was there. His familiar scent spoke of home, because the siblings had only had each other for so long before they sought answers and scattered like leaves in the wind. The girl was lost, but she had found a place that she could stand to call home. An outsider would think she had everything, but the threads that were spun into her existence were particularly cruel. His pale arms closed around her, and the girl pressed her face against his warm, compact chest.
The steady pace of his heart seemed peaceful compared to her own. He was not the first to learn the truth about what happened. This was her shame—her greatest sin, but there was nothing to do about it now. Jael could not be disposed of. Never. Perhaps he would leave again and take the grotesque knowledge away with him, but right now he was all she had. Despite the shame burning in her cheeks, she felt so much better when the burden was shared. To think that Samael was her father was impossible and unreasonable, but she could not doubt her brother’s words. Her brother spoke, but the female remained silent—unable to process much thought about it. But yes, Samael deserved death.
Then, something happened. The coyote winced—crouched together suddenly as an unfamiliar pain struck her unexpectedly. Her first thought was that Jael had struck her. A hand fell to her stomach; to the barely visible bulge there. The pain struck again moments after, and this time a surprised whine escaped her shocked being. She leaned against the pale male and breathed. She felt really bad about this, and by the time the second ripple of pain—this longer lasting than the previous—washed through her, she understood what was about to happen. ”Oh, fuck!”
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Colibri had been a good mother. She’d have kept them pure, raising them right and keeping the darkness at bay for a time, until they grew to see the world for what it truly was in their own time—or so he almost believed. Yet Sin had come in, stealing away their innocence and marking them so early on in their lives. Jael fought for purity, even if vileness had already touched him in the form of the man that had possibly helped to create him. Halo may have been harmed, wounded, but that did not mean that she needed to follow in the path laid out for her. She could yet hold her head above the waves, refusing to breath in the suffocating waters. She just may need a helping hand, and Jael desired to be there for her, though he wasn’t sure that he was able—not yet, anyway. He wanted to behave properly as her brother more than anything, Enigma be damned if he choose to seek Vitium out and truly become his father’s son.
Suddenly, pain wracked through her body. Concern tore across his features, desiring to know what was happening. She winced, whining as though she’d been struck. “What’s wrong?” he asked, voice cracking in confusion. His arm remained around her, holding her close, wishing to make the pain go away but unsure exactly how. There was only one thing that he could thing of doing. He threw back his sleek head and howled to Inferni in a voice purely wolf. But they would have to come. Halo was their’s, and she belonged to them as one of their own, even if he did not. He had to make sure that she was safe, and he couldn’t help her like this on his own.
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Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck! She did not get the chance to answer her sibling’s question before he tossed his muzzle up towards the sky of the horrible world they lived in and called for Inferni’s members. ”No, you fool!” the woman squeaked weakly, not wanting anyone to find out what was going on. Such a bloody good timing.. She had just been reunited with her brother and been told that her true father was the rapist that had destroyed her virginity and now the baby was coming as well. Tears were still fresh in her eyes, but there was a different sense of desperation in her now. Halo could not let anyone see how deep she had fallen. ”I have to go,” she cried, wrestling away from her brother’s warmth.
With a hand on the tiny bump on her belly, she immediately set off for the mansion, though not before she had turned to her snow kissed brother and asked him to ”Please don’t disappear, Jael,” She would have to move quickly to ensure that no Infernians would catch up with her to question her. She needed to get back to her room and hide away forever. She felt like a cripple every time the pain hit, but Halo Lykoi went far when she built her walls. She just couldn’t bear the thought of the clan discovering her pregnancy and how it had happened. It would be revealed, of course, but right now Halo firmly believed in her own twisted view of the world. Everything would be all right.
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