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He believed he'd killed his failure of a son when he threw him from the window.
And if not then, when the toxins took their hold, especially where he'd punched it!
And yet-
Standing, albeit with crippled limbs and scars blinding one side of his face, was Arackniss!
Still alive and finally NOT happy.
He never had been happy but Henrion could just FEEL the waves of hatred and anger pulsing from the small spider in his office doorway.
The sounds below his feet on the other floors told him his Soldiers were being picked off at an alarming rate and yet, he couldn't seem to budge from his stance behind his desk. His cold eyes never leaving his son's remaining four.
"Well, well, well~"
The spider before him trembled but not with fear this time.
"Look'it who's crawled on back ta Pops~"
"You's look pissed! Hmhmhm, I wonder why?"
Henrion kept going, trying to get an idea on what was going on in his son's broken mind all whilst keepinging his cool before someone he believed had been taken out!
This hadn't happened before and it unnerved him.
"Why's it your back 'ere, hu? Ta show your ol' man that you're not as pathetic as he tot?"
"Or did you's find your lil snake lover pinned and skinned upon your lil rooftop and realize what playing with poles gets you's?"
The silence was so unsettling to Henrion.
His son just stared and shook before his eyes. He'd always been good at masking his feeling behind a wall of years of abuse and jobs, yet this face, this silence, just wasn't right!
"Did I take your voice away, figlio?"
That would be amusing~
However, it wasn't the case as at long last, Arackniss opened his mouth and whispered harshly from his statue's equis stance by the doorway out.
"Ti odio!"
At this, the large mountain of power before the small spider's four eyes howled with laughter, cruel and sharp. He threw his head back and laughed out harder when the male repeated himself, but with even more conviction behind his voice.
"Ti ODIO!"
"Aww, you's hate me, Arackniss? Dat all? Gesù Cristo!"
"Didn't like what you's found when you came around after your beating?"
"Dat's what happens when you's let me down!"
Neither male moved.
They remained standing in their place, eyes filled with cold daggers.
"Didn't tink I'd find out sooner or later you pathetic scrap?"
If he looked big before, Henroin grew ten times that as Arackniss spoke out again, causing his coarse fur to bristle and his fangs to bare.
"Funny of you's ta say dat, Pops when you's should'a been worken on business! But instead, you'd was watch'n me instead? Now I wonder why~ Jealous of what I managed to achieve when you's never could? Happiness wit someone I love?"
"Shut your whore mouth before I silence it permanently!" Henrion snarled at last, losing the battle of being still and unmoving to the son he'd tried to rid himself of.
"Like you's was ganna do ta Tony? How's you's handled Mama? And Molly?"
The large scorpion tail barb rose up from behind the huge beast behind the desk and a voice akin to Satanic hissed out from between frothy fangs.
"What did you's just say to me you's immondizia senza valore!?"
"You saw how happy we all was and didn't like dat! Didn't like not know'in what it was like, so's you took it out on Mama first!"
Stalking over towards Arackniss now, Henroin's body braced, muscles of power overshadowing the little quaking form before him.
"Den Molly! Den Tony!"
"Sta' zitta! Taci, cazzo!"
"And now me? You've been jealous dis whole fucken time~"
"Seems you fucked up tho~" Arackniss purred before standing up straight with a shit eating grin upon his scarred face.
Before needing to ask what his son meant, Henrion backed up a step or two as eyes peered out from the darkness behind Arackniss.
The first being, a tall creamy colored spider, then a large cat Demon, then a Doe, a cyclops, and finally, or so he thought, the very Princess of Hell and her guard!
"Pen?"
With disbelief and rage, Henrion backed away further as a final set of eyes gleamed from behind the group and slithered into the room gracefully, coming to a stop beside Arackniss.
"You's REALLY fucked up, Pops!" Angel shot towards his oversized father who now looked haunted.
"I do say, this brutish THING is Henrion?" The Doe Demon commented with a bemused look thrown at the Mob Boss.
"Could fly with those bushes on his face!" The cat Demon sneered, large arms folded over his chest.
Angel placed one hand upon his brother's shoulder and stood beside him, voice loud and clear, "You's tried ridden yourself of your best man! Well look'it what dat caused you, you pezzo di merda!"
Sir Pentious placed his hand upon the other shoulder, and spoke with a voice calm but deadly, "I don't sssee a piece of shit, Angel! I sssee a Dead Man! A uomo morto!"
"What's all dis, hu?" His eyes scanned the group behind and beside Arackniss and scoffed harshly, "Misfits! Dis the shit you's lived for? Che patetico!"
"Least he earned dis life, Pops!" Angel snarled, puffing up himself, eyes blood red.
The tone Angel used pitched and he bit back the tears as he finished before spitting at his Father, "N he's not ganna let you's hurt our Family again!"
"Your… What?" Henroin snickered, unable to believe what he'd just heard.
"Famiglia you crusty ass mistake!" Angel growled before he started shaking when holding the tears at bay took its toll.
"How adorable, simply heartwarming and life changing~"
"How could such a disgrace like HIM-" The group braced when Henroin's tail barb flicked out and pointed to his son.
"Gain anyone who'd wanna live for him? Call him 'Family'?"
"To put it ssssimply you disgussssting waste of sssspace-" Sir Pentious hissed softly, moving forward just slightly-
"It's because he'ssss loved and learned to give it back!"
"Sooo, dis is da fag who took my best man from me?" Henrion spoke in a hushed, harsh voice as he noted the snake's slight mistake in moving forward.
"Indeed I am~" Sir Pentious hissed softly, head tipping up proudly, tail coiling around Arackniss as he spoke.
"I should'a killed you's myself den! If I'd known how pathetic of a partner he'd chosen, maybe I could'a saved him!"
Eerie silence took hold of the room just as the Mob Boss puffed up once again and went in for the hit at a blinding speed.
In that same instance of motion, watching and knowing his Pops mannerisms, Arackniss finally moved from his stance between Angel and Sir Pentious and managed to get in the way of the bodily weapon. Get before the tail barb that aimed for the snake that had boldly slithered forward.
Up into his jaw the barb punched!
In a millisecond, something happened, or to Henroin's horror, didn't!
Not in the way he'd hoped!
A shearing pain blasted backwards from Henroin's tail as Arackniss snapped his jaws shut and let gravity take over with his momentum, sending him back to the floor before the group, slicing the barb from its joint like a twig.
Clamped and dripping from within the small spider's mouth, the barb tip pulsed uselessly until the venom and the punch given ceased and soon fell dead before his eyes.
In a show of his own, Arackniss spat out the useless appendage and coupled it with a few shots of venomous spittle, melting the once deadly barb into oozing waste.
With it taken care of, to Henroin's amazed horror, his son remained standing where he'd landed between him and the snake.
STANDING!
"What da fuck…"
Arackniss simply allowed a slow dark smile to break his once emotionless face and in a soft voice, he broke the news to the other before his eyes.
"Immunity is a fucken bitch, ain't it, Pops?"
"The elixir worked, Alastor!" The cyclops chirped in a dark manner, eye large and hungry as it remained on the Boss.
"Of course it did, did I not say when we gave it to Arackniss there that if he fought that long and hard before to survive, then the elixir should be easy going from then on?"
"Oops, should'a thought about repercussions, Buddy~" The large cat Demon smirked, ears lowering upon his head as his eyes grew large and hungry just the same as the smallest ones had.
"Ain't no fucken way-"
"You's abused him so damn long and hard, I'm shocked dat it hit him hard da first time!" Angel snickered, silently amazed himself by what he'd just seen.
Whipping spittle and venom from his mouth, Arackniss stood once more unmoving, body bristled, eyes barely visible as he glared at the monster before his Family.
"Now-" Arackniss spoke calmly, deep and low.
"Unlike you, I'm ganna let you's get outta here wit your sorry ass intact!"
Defenseless now as the spider in him matched his sons, Henroin took a last step back and whispered harshly, "Being da big man, hu?"
No one moved. Their eyes all just stared.
Henrion had no way to go but out the same window he'd thrown his son out of! And the looks from the group behind his son told him that was the point.
If he lived the fall, he'd be allowed to go. He'd be far less powerful, and if the murder within the building prior told him anything, he'd be going it alone from this point forward.
He made up his mind and with a silky smooth finish, Henrion stepped slowly towards the group, bowed in submission, eyes seemingly glued upon the floor as he stepped closer.
"Dat's really honorable of you's, Arackniss! Truly!"
"A true Don of da Family, here~"
The group behind the spider braced as they watched the display going on, but Arackniss stayed put. Watching with the only eyes he had left.
His mind buzzed with the question, was this was really happening or if this was a trick.
He'd learned now to look to others for help and took a foolish look behind him for guidance from his Family only for something powerful and sharp to sink into his upper right broken shoulder and yank him off his feet.
With fangs locked tight within the flesh of his son's shoulder, Henrion kept backing away, the small spider in his hold kicking feebly at him, clawed hands making not a dent as they cut into his thick fur.
The Family in the Office watched in mute horror as this only took seconds. One moment Arackniss was standing there, the next he was locked in his Pops' jaws, hissing and striking for a life he'd once fought for once before!
Just then, a snarl erupted from the Boss' jaws, one that made him release his victim. Henroin clasped a hand over his eyes and bowed slightly. In a frantic motion, he ran the back of his hand along one set of eyes, trying to clean away what blinded him.
It didn't work the way he wished and instead made the world before him foggy and painful to look at.
In an enraged fit now, feeling for the first time ever weak and helpless, Henrion barreled himself forward, mouth agape, fangs dripping with his own venomous saliva.
He dove into the blob of shapes before him and upon contact with a body, he bit down and yanked backwards again.
The sound he heard just then as he moved away made him almost giddy as the one he'd grabbed ahold of screeched and hissed in panic and pain within his jaws.
It was that damned snake
A simple word pleading and in pain screamed out of this fags mouth and he relished it, "NISSSSY!!"
He'd caused this!
If he couldn't take his son out himself, he'd take the thing he got corrupted by instead!
His beloved wittle snake~
Sinking his fangs in deeper, the Mob Boss felt his teeth clack together and knew he'd wounded the snake enough to end him regardless but kept backing away, eyes shut now as the orbs he once possessed turned into hot painful tears.
Just before he got to the window, he felt something slash along his belly and screamed.
The snake was released at that moment and in a flash Henrion could never perceive, he was spat on again, right within his bleeding belly wound.
He doubled over and crouched, panting as waves of paralyzing flames shot through him.
His mind screamed.
He felt like he was dying!
The fag had gotten a hit AND spit in!
But at least he'd taken the damned snake out before he did so-
At least he told himself such when something or someone suddenly screamed out and as his head lifted, unable to see but doing so out of instinct, he knew it was the one he tried to end before that had screamed.
Without a second left to think, Henrion was sent backwards by a force propelled by hatred and broke through his office window with his attacker still screaming at him as they fell.
Glass followed them down, large shards, some embedded already within his thick back the rest raining down along their falling forms.
The world around Pops and Son was weightless. The skies rained down sharp splinters of glass after them. The two alone now as they fell to the Street below.
When they finally connected to the street below the shards punched through his back and out of his chest and lower back, the rest raining down like bullets all along his and his sons bleeding body.
Henrion couldn't move!
He could barely see!
As he panted where he had landed, something small shifted to his right and again, in instinct, Henrion slowly looked with his glassy eyes it's way and knew just who was with him down here had survived the fall a second time. Even if he could no longer see it, he could just feel the tables turning on him and he began to grow chilled.
Shaky pants sounded as the body rose.
Dripping told the Boss that the body was hurt and bleeding, but it wasn't enough for it to fell it and soon saw the dark blobby shape of the one who survived this once before now standing over him like he had, a harbinger of death over his spinning head.
The voice that crept out of the blob above him turned his already failing body to stone, a voice so much like his own but laced with something he never could achieve in a million years.
A voice laced with absolute murder with love as its source!
"How's it feel?"
Henrion could not respond as blood bubbled from his mouth. The shards having pierced his lungs and heart. Cutting into his lower organs and rupturing them like hellish blades.
He was going to die!
"Feels kinda weird, doesn't it?"
"Laying dere, helpless, being watched as you succumb?"
Henroin felt the multitude of eyes from above staring him down and let his eyes finally close. His blood running onto the streets beneath him and along his sons feet.
"No, no, you go when I say so, capito?" Arackniss chuckled and to emphasize his words, Henrion gargled in agony as a blob of venom was spat from the speaker and onto the worst wounds, sealing the glass shard holes that bled out the fastest.
In a sick twisted sense, Henrion watched as all he'd done up till this point was given back to him, all by the hands of the only one to survive!
Digging the other shards in and around his internally bleeding body, Arackniss mercilessly played with his Pops. When the Boss looked about ready to slip away, Arackniss spat into another shard hole and sealed it up. Keeping the torture alive until either Arackniss said so or fate took him away at last!
Fate was never kind!
"Dis one is for Mama~"
He dug a shard around his Pops' heart then spat as it began to bleed out.
"Dis is for Tony and Molly!" Pulling two shards out, the slipping away Boss felt rivers of his life's blood soak into his fur and trickle down to the street below.
"My Family is safe and complete, I have no need ta cut you's myself~" The spider Demon hissed as he climbed up onto the hellish mountain of muscle he'd once feared. Once hailed as the only God in his life!
"But dis one, oh ho ho, dis one is for Pentious~" Arackniss breathed out softly, face inches from his Pops'.
In a second, the Boss felt fangs lock up around his throat and he wheezed.
He was already well on his way but this last assault on his person sent a last jolt of adrenaline through him which ended up being his last action taken. Quickening the end that his son finally granted him.
His son simply yanked his head backwards and with his own adrenaline rush, violently thrashed it back and forth until finally he tore out the throat of his abuser.
With his final breath, Henrion saw clearly for the first and last time.
Saw exactly what he'd created and saw how it turned against him in the end!
As soon as the breath left his Pops' lungs, as soon as those demonic eyes glassed over in death, the spider upon his chest allowed weariness to take hold and simply fell off his hight and into a bloody puddle on the road close to his own but dead personal hell.
-
Coming to gave Arackniss the chance to watch his Pops' body get demolished by his Family in various ways.
As he watched, he felt elated, felt free and weightless~
If he died right then and there, he'd be happy, for at least indeed, his Family was safe and he'd finally rid himself of his personal hell. Took away a nightmare no one needed to endure again!
Then it all came together when someone came to his side at last and hissed softly, a snout brushing his face sweetly, "Ohh Nisssy~"
Though left with one hood sail torn apart like a surfer's board after a shark attack, the snake Demon seemed overjoyed by what he was seeing rather than feeling.
The blood that tainted his hood scales meant nothing as Pentious released bubbling hisses of love and praise as his little Sniper came to and reached out for him.
The Family engrossed in destroying the one that had caused so much upset for their own, looked up a moment and watched as the snake and spider Demon looked at one another and smiled.
Once a kiss was passed and Arackniss passed back out with a smile upon his bloody face, Alastor, Husker, Niffty, and Angel all returned to dismembering, disemboweling, and down right destroying the one that had caused so much heartache.
Angel Dust having the biggest impact in this ending as he carved out his Pops' blackened heart and squeezed it thin within his shaking hand. The rest giving him moment to go off and annihilate his face next with his bare fists.
Within Pentious' arms lay a smiling outcold spider Demon who had finally broken through his Pops' abuse and learned to give back the love he was given time and time again.
He would awaken back at the Hotel, surrounded by his loved ones, and come to realize as the Family smiled at his waking form that it was finally over and his life could finally begin~
A life with his Family, his partner, all the reasons he fought the last time he fought his Pops!
A happy life in the Happy Hotel~