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cxxx{}::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::⊳Isoloses never claimed to be good. He never claimed to make sound decisions, or to be a fountain of wisdom. In fact, he was a demon and as such, was literally evil. His touch was destruction and he left travesties in his wake. For the longest time, he hadn't even noticed. His father's influence had been hefty in his early life, and justification was easy to come by when he truly believed his fathers insanity. Now that he no longer lived in his fathers delusion, what was once justification brought only shame and guilt.
He hated what he had become, and what he was responsible for. When he realized it was wrong, he should've stopped, but... at that point, he was already in so deep, getting out felt impossible. He couldn't possibly atone for everything when he couldn't even begin to remember every fucked up thing his father had him do over the years. The only thing he hated more than himself was his father.
He couldn't lie, there was a certain amount of pleasure he got out of watching his father crumbling and falling apart. Watching the fear in his eyes was probably the most enjoyable part about it, because he wanted his father to suffer. He wanted his father to pay for the things he had done, and he wanted it to be hell.
That being said, Isoloses was sick of hearing his croaky old voice. Isoloses sighed as he spun the alcohol in his cup around and glared out at the gray stone wall in his fathers room. Blah blah blah blah... Nothing he said even remotely made sense anymore. He was completely unhinged, and it was getting more annoying than Isoloses would like to admit. He disliked the way the man was lingering around. Couldn't he just die already?
"Isoloses, come here." His father croaked, making Isoloses sigh heavily. He heaved himself out of the chair he was sitting in and walked forward, stopping at the edge of his father's bed. "You have to find Ilsa. I'm going to die at this rate. I can't die yet."
"We've hunted every realm top to bottom and casted spells into the realms we couldn't hunt through due to the treaties." Isoloses said evenly, not looking at his father. He couldn't look at him when his eyes were open anymore, he feared he might let his hatred or amusement show, which ultimately wouldn't be good. "We haven't found him yet. Maybe he's dead. He's an omega with no self defense skills."
Isoloses knew to the contrary, but there was no way he was going to let that slip now.
"He wouldn't be killed so easily, surely?!" His father sounded hysterical as he croaked. Isoloses rolled his eyes. As if you actually care about him, his mind hissed unhelpfully, making him shift his weight a bit. "He can't be dead!"
"All it'd take is one being who could smell his heat that he tried to resist." Isoloses said emotionlessly. His father growled, his fist clenching in the blankets.
"If he's dead, I want his body," His father managed. "Call your brother. You two need to go realm to realm, break every treaty if you have to. Just bring him back. Dead or alive." Isoloses shook his head.
"You're ill, you need rest, not to be contemplating such nonsense." Isoloses denied.
"I'll rest when I'm dead and not for a moment until then," He snarled. Isoloses almost sighed. He couldn't let his father disrupt Ilsa's life. He wouldn't let him take Ilsa from where he was treated well when he was happy.
"You can't wage a war when you're on your deathbed." Isoloses leveled, anger sparking through him. "Do you care at all about what you'll leave behind? Our people are suffering, and all you care about is lengthening your life at the risk of all else."
"What will this realm be without me? I'm the king," Isoloses chuckled a little. Ah, to be the one to break the news to the old bastard, he had to fight back the urge to laugh.

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Once Fate Became Twisted | Man x Boy | Ⅱ
RomanceIsoloses's life as the second prince of Caelestes was misery. He hated himself, but most of all he hated his father. The guilt that rested on his shoulders was suffocating, and the mere fact that he was alive made it worse because he felt he deserve...