Bygone.

Story by Fraulein on SoFurry

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The first part to Voso's explanation, the tragedies at the beginning of his life alongside Bridewell and Morgana.


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| "Magnum.." *Bemoaned the youth, his mauve tresses flickering through the wizened gale. What a nauseating megalopolis, perhaps even as distasteful as this Poîtin he quaff back. Whump! As the vacant canteen impacted the filth-laced countertop. Magnum was the honorific inscription of this.. this Totalitarian Sovereignty, imperceptibly paving the ways were unwavering sentinels, sentries which inquire every chicken-hearted imbecile, in fact.. they were observing him.. it'd been mere days since the perishing of their Mother, Ose found himself in a fret over the frame of mind of Morgana.

Or would THEY authorize such a transaction, he'd hardly the birthright to take a shit without their sanction! Sinclair loathed their actuality, nevertheless.. fuel for the feeding end.* "Easy" *The subtle murmur to himself as he rose, his unclothed heels kissing the blistering asphalt, soon retiring form the derelict shack, it was beyond redemption. To festoon to the macabre pathways: Prostitutes, Elderly, Women, Children, disease ridden forms. This was.. a squalid and overcrowded urban street, a grimy hovel.

Blessed be he'd not fostered within such a hellish environment, a hardy middle class the remnants of his kinsfolk took refuge. Scarcely the hierarchy placed them, they were but swine, fodder for their continuance. Twas the fate of Bridewell, blatantly hoisted into the confines of prison. Brother. Painstakingly slowly Ose dawdled within the streets.. what was there to acclaim? No.. no he had to be strong, he pledged to sister and vice versa.

A callused hand grasped the knob, unbolting it and thus bestowing entry, addressing him was the unearthly balm of fermented tobacco, and from the midst of the grey residue, Morgana. There-forth stood her physique, atop her crown cascaded muted tresses much like his own, lavender irises and pert lips, descending was her ample bosom which she soon claimed Ose, cradling his head and flickering incessantly with his locks. Morgana was the eldest of the three though much more diminutive in regards of height, a measly five foot.. flat. Oh Sinclair! Sinclair! His sister cried, her ducts welled with pent-up sentiment which erupt and cascade down her delicate features, in the midst of her deluge, Ose had been wrestled to a submitting posture, his dome embedded against her stomach.

Woodenly his sister's chest heaved with the burden tasked to endure, the passing of their Matriarch as well as the incarceration of Bridewell, an isolated flare-up sparked the controversy of him being Greed. Nonetheless the tranquility of siblings deadened the wrenching recollections.* "I don't know what I'd ever do if I lost you, Ose, I sincerely know not.." *Dismissed from her quirk, a giddy melody, incoherent he'd conclude in a bygone animation.. but now the sheer aspect of an association. Dissonance! Flung ajar were his dog-tired lids, opalescent orbs to skim the landscape, he'd been lulled to sleep alas until the incessant clobbering upon his door became relentless. Persevering himself from the enfold of Morgana, Ose insufficiently equipped himself with a desolate flagon, quaking digits contracted about the doorknob and unbarred it to exhibit.* "I.." *A horrendous sighting of duplicates, Gatekeepers from the capital, one in the same they muttered, as if their esophagus was clotted with ailment.*

"By the decree of Beelzebub, Sinclair, Ose and Sinclair, Morgana are highly volatile and are to be DETAINED, are there any objections?" *Bewildered was rendered the sniveling child, his grasp grew unsecured. Deliverance to the bottle he'd held captive. Crash! The perpetual reality, he'd have to atone for his Sins.* "S-Stay back! I am faultless! You extracted my brother.. he is likely decomposing within that facility.. due to your.. rash discrimination!" *In the midst of the bothersome squabble, Morgana had been rekindled, in the same instance, Ose had been clutched by the corporeal fist, much larger than he.. efforts regarding escape were fruitless.* ''Mor-ga-gana! Ru-Run!" *Stammering syllables proved unprofitable against his sister's bullheadedness, to bespeak their scheme and thus cast aside Morgana's ineffective proceeds, a Gatekeeper's fingers constricted about Ose's structure, gracelessly fracturing a rib which in turn lanced an unfortified lung, an emesis stalked, his mouth forcefully expelling vermillion life-force.

The blurred visage, his sister was the final depiction before his psyche waned into a comatose state. Limbo was their terminus, their assignment was not due. He could perceive it.. the bawling of the afflicted. Wait.. no! Strenuously his torpor was irritated, thus waking him to an extent, his peripheral vision straining to gain sight upon the writhing figurine.* "M-Morg..gana..?"*A plea to alleviate the dilemma.* "Morgana!" *Twas her.. his darling sister, clotting her vicinity were clammy swine, grotesque amalgamations of Lust.. and they were.. they were! After vehemently seizing the strong-bodied desires from her helpless anatomy.. it was revealed he was too late, her regal soma had been dirtied, her frame tainted with their excrements.* "I..I.." *A wailing Ose treaded lightly to her, her lavender orbs pleading for her brother, she was mother-naked, they had.. had raped her.

Boastful monstrosities guffawed at the ghastly scene, upheaved in an apace manner Sinclair held firm to Morgana, a hectic stride away from the locale of articulation. And that is when he discerned Bridewell from the crowd.* "B-Brother.. she.. I.. you.." *A physiognomy maimed, he was near unrecognizable with what they.. did to him! Fueling his veins was vexation, the insatiable desire to butcher the immoral.. though what was to be expected in the realm of Hades? Reasoning? This metropolis was.. injustice, Bridewell then spoke up:* "My attempt proved useless.. forgive me.. brother." *Plunged into a state of psychosis, Ose became unresponsive in the encroaching years they'd remain incarcerated. They were valued as auctions, who'd no morals, every day was a campaign, the tussling warfare over sustenance, the sheer confrontation regarding the continuance of his kindred.

Throughout the traumatic two years they occupied this scant cell, Ose had devolved into a spiteful, cynical bloke. Morgana, a insouciant dame and Sinclair a brooding powerhouse. Sinclair Ose, he'd developed psychosis through a brain aneurysm, everyday was spent laughing, laughing at the turmoil above ground where the "High Council" sagged beneath it's ego. Prisoner S2-N6. Prisoner S3-N5. Prisoner S6-N2. Despotic labels regarding their cardinal sins, there'd be a hearing this 'eve. Inconsistent, atypical within the prior years grueling mongrels.. the lot of them! I abhor this place reverberated a familiar timbre, the monotonous trekking to Limbo atop Charon, the Ferryman. Leviathan would be the juror upon this day, the fourth of the Crown Princes, utterly bemusement they were not pissing themselves with the anarchy transpiring within the inner circles, a testament engorged with untruthfulness.

Fraudulence, the Eight Circle seems to have thoroughly taxed Leviathan. Tenderness ailed his legs, his pads searing within Lucifer's personified dominion, with the conclusion nearing.. the faint utterance of "execution" gnawed at his perception, through what he'd abide with their subjective decision.. he'd matured to greatly to be put down like an illness ridden hog! Utter depletion fell upon Magnum, an absolute decent of tumult. Astonishment, what'd drive the sovereignty into lunacy? An unannounced abhorrence towards the elusive manifestations.. but what of Wrath, Pride, Lust and Gluttony? Morgana, Ose always thought her a clairvoyant, one in the same. Ose delved into his aloof mannerisms, derived from his dearest sister, his plump lips pursed to acknowledge the chilled Gin, cross-questioned irises peered into the edge-seated humans.* "What..? You fancy more? You'll have to consort my brother.. or sister, perhaps coax their larynx with some alcohol, plenty sensible.." *Well-nigh fugitives, ascended "Demons" with a indistinguishable sensuality for expertise. Family.* |

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