Chapter 269: Andor - The Living Sin (1/2)
”So he has arrived. Has the Order of Heimdall told us anything regarding this Arsene?” My brother asked, pursing his lips licking his bloody fingers as his naked body laid bare upon his bed.
”Kain, why is it every time I see you you are fucking or eating some bitch? Really Lisa? A mere demi-human?” I scuffed, shooting the lifeless woman still calling out to her husband a disdainful stare. ”But to answer your question, they have not sent anything, but it's not like you care. We have our orders.”
Stepping upon her bloated stomach, Lisa screamed as tears ran down her eyes. Feeling the budding life within her stomach slowly fade, she could not even scream as she clawed at the air. SLowly a mixture of semen and blood ran down her legs as kain licked his lips.
”Do you want a taste? I swear premature blood tastes the best. Especially when it's fresh. Come have a taste of your nephew I fucked into her!” Said kain with excitement.
Leaving the room without bothering to reply, I sighed, ”How the fuck did he get like that? We are twins, but I swear that bastard is the worst type of scum to walk Midgard.”
Hearing the bitter screams of Lisa, I shook my head. She made her bed; while I feel a little sorry for her, I think those are the only emotions I portray to humanity? We are, after all, pawns in fathers game, or at least we were.
(A/N: Idk what Lisa did to make her bed except for roll a Nat 1 )
Heimdall, you're a son of a bitch, you know of what we go through, yet you still watch your own blood fall into this fucking depravity. I knew the gods were cruel, but you. You may be even worse than thor and his father. I am no saint; no, I lack the basic concept of empathy, but I cannot help but hate you even now!
Stepping out upon the ruin patio, I glared at the sun setting in this tattered castle Kain called home. Why we were asked to remain did not matter, but hearing that bitches screams every day was growing on my nerves. Why could that idiot not be like me and kill his food? Or even drug them up. Scuffing towards the sun, I closed my eyes.
”Andor, are you not suppose to be with Arsene?” someone asked from the shadows of this tattered castle.
”What is it you want?” I asked, hearing the voice of Drulan.
”I, no, we want to know why for the last couple of months, you have been missing?” He questioned, ”If I didn't know better, I would think that you are giving this Arsene time to grow.”
Snickering, I smirked, ”Drulan, spare me your mind games, and let's get straight to what you want?”
”I beg to differ; it is my job to figure out why a demi-god is working against his own father. Why are you helping Arsene Snow? You of all people should have known who he was the first time you met him.”
”And I did what was asked of me. I became enemies; I stocked him, I did everything asked, so why are you here questioning me?” I remarked, snapping my eyes towards the lonesome bastard. What other reason would I have for going after Arsene? From the moment he entered Hallr, I was to kill him. They even got Lisa to bring him to me unknowingly.
Squinting at me, a dark smile sprung upon his lips, ”Well, Andor, if you don't...”
”Drulan, I am growing tired of you. I am not that little kid you raised all those years ago. You may have mind fucked my brother, but I am quite aware of my worth. And unless Heimdall descends, what the fuck can you do to me?”