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Multiple pens and documents were scattered all over the floor, across the torn carpet like a sheet of paper, on top of which laid an overturned, sturdy wooden desk.
Only two minutes had passed since the Supreme Commander had received the news, and half of the office was already wrecked.
“EVA!!”
A cry of anger erupted from the depths of V'ehxness’ soul.
Her fist slammed against the wall, next to the chair she had just smashed against it. She pounded it again and again, repeatedly. Anyone else without her blood and power would not only have opened their skin with several wounds, but also broken several of their fingers.
Yet it wasn’t enough. She pulled at her hair with both hands and yelled once again.
“FUCK, FUCK!! YOU SCUMBAG!! SLUT!!”
She hit her own head against what was left of the cracked wall, just as a wild beast. There was no way to harm herself, to feel any kind of pain, more than the simple contact.
Rampage with everything in her path helped her to calm that inner rage, all that pain and the feeling of being powerless at any moment. She didn’t attach any importance to the issue it was, she just knew it was helpful, that she could do it with her power.
Besides, her inner self had other hassles to deal with first.
“HOW DO YOU DARE, PIECE OF SHIT?!” She didn’t move away from the wall yet, nor opened her eyes, just visualizing a known countenance. “TRAITOR!”
Moved by her impulses she took her cape off with a single hand, as she kicked the chair that was left and waiting for someone else to sit, aside from the commander that was still on the other one.
Obviously, the lower rank woman froze in fear when the distance between her and the enraged demon shortened to barely more than a simple arm. Luckily, it just stared at her with two sharp eyes for some seconds, in a fraught, uncomfortable, cold silence.
“Go and tell that little dross—” V’ehxness pointed with her right hand at Parmith in a reproachful way “—that if her single brain cell mind gives her the comfort of thinking that she will get away with it once again, she is no more than a stupid. She does absolutely know that I could fucking RIP HER HEAD OFF.” Again, the shouts started. “I COULD IN THE VERY MOMENT I WISH TO. I WILL END HER LIFE AS I DID WITH THAT STUPID BROTHER OF HERS. I WILL TEAR OFF HER ARMS WITH A SINGLE HAND AND FEED IT TO THE SWINES WITH THE CORPSE OF THAT KID.
The trembling Parmith nodded, still sitting, with the documents in hands. Of all the commanders, she was the best option to choose, the one who could report the awful news and leave the office alive with some luck.
What she wasn’t expecting was such an absurdive and explosive reaction, a visceral pain, for just some papers related to Eva’s private life. She didn’t have the courage to ask thought.
“My Lordess.” Parmith bowed her head, covered by the mask. “Likewise, laboratory reports have arrived, the ones related to that prodigy child. She seems to have increased her productivity. I am not able to identify if it is related to the… process”. She avoided the word adoption.
For the rational and logical part of V'ehxness it was not important, it was an advance towards its objective, towards her goal. She had no solid argument of why she should destroy that girl in half as she did with her parents, especially given the need they felt due to the advance of the invaders in that otherworldly odd ship.
For the emotional part it was one new betrayal, one that Parmith couldn’t understand, one that logic couldn’t understand, one that her one and only sister whose brother V’ehxness had executed in front of couldn’t understand. Selfishly, as the beast that she left herself be, that touched her very soul, her very sensitive spot where resentment was waiting for her.
Her jaw trembled as anger increased, with a bad horrible temper.
“Something else?”
The Supreme Commander’s question remained in the air for a pair of seconds, in a sudden awkward calm, until Parmith denied with her head. This way, V’ehxness pointed at the door by siding her standing body.
“Leave.”
She took the documents before Parmith could even get up, and at the next moment, as V’ehxness sat in the other chair —the most fancy one, and now lifted off from the floor—, the commander had already leave her superior all alone in what was left of the office.
V’ehxness readed. Adoption certificate. Naturally, Eva and Kamyuhn names were the ones written.
Just seeing her signature, her commander stamp, at the end of the documents behind that main paper, was disgusting. Really disgusting. Repulsive. Sickening. Odious, awful, humiliating, fragile, weak, impotent, unfaithful, disloyal, hideous, and every sordid thing that woman represented, to whom she couldn’t adress as sister without disgust.
She threw the papers to the floor, with the rest of the furniture and utensils that were thrown before. Her tongue clicked.
“Useless maggot.”
This wasn’t the first time. She did know it wasn’t, nor was going to be the last one. Yet every moment Eva did it again, every moment she humiliated her that way, V'ehxness' soul asked her to rip her own face skin off with the nails until it bled out, to gouge out her eyes and pull out her teeth, to let her organs leave her body by a side deep abdominal cut, and a few more deadly choices that her mind would never grant to fucking Eva without some previous torture in return.
It touched each and every fiber of her body from long ago, whenever that woman —if some idiot had the courage or decency to call that way to that pathetic piece of moving meat— showed any kind of true love to someone else.
From what happened the first times, every show of appreciation, happiness or kind feeling, was revolving to her guts, but when it was a pure unconditional love and desire to genuinely protect, oh, that breaked something inside V’ehxness.
And the spirits of the past blazed and glowed again.
If anything, she was once aware of the non-existence of the spirits of the dead. At least in that way. If they were, she would be fucked up by tens of thousands of those ghost, as if something so simple as the lower lifes could interfire with her blessed path. And still, something about the memories of them was mixing her unbrainwasheable emotions.
The little Eva who never deigned to profess true love for her, to give real protection, to avoid with her mere presence V’ehxness’ loneliness even before overthrowing the former Supreme Commander and becoming even more untouchable.
Every terrified look, every scream, every grin, was a stab once. Not the actions of the others, not the ones coming from those adults that she refused to look up as she was supposed to, since she was never going to get anything from them.
It was treason not feeling ever again any kind of caring, illusion, or admiration in little Eva’s eyes. It was treason, every cry, every complaint, every peace proposal she wanted to make with the enemy, with those soulless invaders who inflicted an unthinkable harm to their people and, more importantly, held the holy power that V’ehxness was intended to inherit by fate itself.
So much treason couldn’t surprise nor hurt her anymore, however, when it was referred to love…
“You should have been born dead.”
Eva always wanted to be a mother. Stupid, disgusting, idiotic. Yet now she had found a delusional path to reach her goal through her orphan niece, with a love further than the minimal care she was commanded to take.
And that fact, as Eva showed she was still capable of love, but not directed to her older sister and only family member, infected V’ehxness core.
She got up from the chair. Step non caring on the copy of the certificate. Then turned to the window, to the views of the capital in the distance. The center of a nation, of a powerless, governless, choiceless world that had no way to stop the war, or at least V’ehxness from taking the divinity, granted by the holiness long, long ago, the one capable of ending the battle, of changing the world to her image and likeness.
It was on that day that the sins committed by existence and against her greatness, God itself, threw her latest wish of love to the abyss that she might have been able to turn her back. Now she was not only resolved, but aware of being one of the few and mostly the only one to live without need of redemption in her coming own world.
She will be God, the Judge, the One, the Writer of the Rules.
“You will see with rightful eyes the actual meaning of love, dear sister.”