Serving Lant Agriche

Chapter 2 - Seeking an Agriche Heir

Lant Agriche picked up the belt that Dion had left on the floor. He saw the wet semicircle where Dion had held the belt in his mouth.

There were no teeth marks on the belt or any other signs of duress. Until the end, Dion had had full control of his body.

Lant Agriche threw his head back and laughed. His black gelled hair began to unfurl itself so that one short lock curled over his forehead. His cheek muscles began to elongate and his pale fingers stretched outward. His dark suit jacket stretched as his muscles flexed and the sinews on his arms began to protrude from under his skin.

To Lant Agriche, the exam that all of his children took on their thirteenth birthday separated the strong from the weak. During the exam, each child was required to consume a drug that would make them see their loved ones. Images of mothers, siblings, or first loves would appear in the exam chamber. If the child was able to put him- or herself first and abandon the concept of love, Lant Agriche would acknowledge the child's worth to him.

Self-preservation took precedence before all else. Lant Agriche was the god who determined if someone lived or died in his domain.

Dion was the anomaly.

During his examination, the hallucinogenic poison had no effect on him, Lant Agriche thought. He is thirteen years old and already worthy of the name "Agriche." He will grow to be exactly like me, possibly better since I am the one raising him.

Like Dion, the hallucinogen had no effect on Lant Agriche. He loved and cherished nobody. Therefore, his mind had been clear when he had tested the prototype drug.

Lant Agriche reviewed Dion's reaction while being abused. Dion had not cared about living or dying. He seemed to only exist, as empty and dispassionate as a robotic doll.

I have enough lackeys at my call, Lant Agriche mused. What I really need is a lieutenant that can manage my organisation for me.

He wanted to find out what made his boy tick. He needed to know what motivation Dion needed to stay at his beck and call as his loyal dog.

He wondered what it would take to make his son turn traitor.

Lant Agriche was truly a madman. He relished the fact that Dion may be his masterpiece. He believed that Dion could be the child who would one day destroy him.

Further action on his part was required to make that happy day come.

As he had killed his father to earn his birthright, Lant Agriche expected the same treatment.

After all, wasn't imitation the most flattering show of respect between father and child?

Living was a game. He would not die unless his children entertained him. The best way to develop all of them was to have them serve him first; allow them to search for his weaknesses.

Lant Agriche was polygamous. Besides the satisfying sex, he had raised a harem to create a super child. He had caused over thirty births and twenty of those children had been killed on their thirteenth birthday by failing the drug-induced exam. The dead children were weak trash that had not deserved the air they had breathed.

With Dion, he had finally recognised a possible successor.

Maria, you and I have made a demon, Lant Agriche grinned. Our Dion is a marvel, but still unpolished.

As his father, I owe him a debt to draw out his full potential.

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