A fight for dominance and nobility

Chapter thirty-two: Everyone is a monster...

Everyone is a monster and unbelievably, our monsters were destined to rule together 

Alexander gazed deeper into my eyes. 'Why did you not tell me about your father?'

I scoffed. 'Yeah, right. My father. How could I? I did not know he was here as well.'

'You do know what he has done.'

'He murdered your wife.' I glanced to the side, avoiding his intrusive stare.

Alexander rested his head on my shoulder from exhaustion. His heavy breathing says it all. 'He deserves to die.'

'What about you?' Alexander pricked up his head from my shoulder. His icy gaze never faded away from accusation. It is not an accusation hence he also has blood on his hands.

'Mine is justified.' He pushed himself off me and threw a chair against the wall. 'I had no choice, I had to take away something he cared about for once. It is a fair trade.'

I also stood up and leaned against the opposite wall.' And it included me. The only sin I ought to die for is drowning the gold. We both had our struggles in life Blanchet but that does not justify the fact that my own mother had to die for something she did not know of?! '

I caught Alexander off guard. He was not expecting my response to the matter. 'Your mother?! I lost a wife! It would not have been a fair game if I lost someone, and he did not!'

'My mother was an easy target.' I breathed out. 'You knew no one would care for her death granted the way my kind are separated from society.'

'I deeply regret it, I reacted in anger.' He stared at me, waiting for me to say something but I am left speechless. 'Dammit say something?!'

'And say what exactly !?' I shout back. 'And say what? Alexander, you murdered my mother!' I pace around the room. My head is pounding like a hammer is continuously hitting my head. 'You tore my family apart. My father deserves it, yes. But what you did is not something that is easily forgiven. You are constantly wailing about stupid gold because you do not have the capability of caring for one's feelings.

Alexander studies my movement before his gaze lands on mine. I have forgotten that he is standing shirtless before me and that is utterly disturbing. As if he noticed, Alexander strides forward towards me but I remain still. 'I understand your anger and your frustration but what about my wife?' he asks. Alexander's stomach is full of multiple designs of whatever ancient world he lived in. I cannot tell what they mean but only one drawing has caught my attention, the theta on his hip descending down his forbidden areas.

I slowly pushed my sleeves up and examined the theta on my arm. His drawings are like mine. A theta with lines branching on the other regions of our skin.

I looked up at him. 'What did my father seek on your wife? 'I demanded.

Alexander stepped back, glancing down at the wooden flooring of the ship. 'I do not know.'

'You know!' I grabbed his hand fiercely. 'What did my father seek on your wife?' I whispered this time. A pleading whisper. A whisper indicating my desperation of knowing more.

He jerked his hand out of my grasp and averted his gaze to the opposite wall.' I do not know precisely but what I do know is that my wife was not entirely human. Perhaps a half-magical being, hybrid. She had a sixth sense, used to detect danger, death, and fate. People used to consult with her, daring to know their fate in their strenuous activities. Merchants, assassins and the greedy came to her until your father came.'

I furrowed my eyebrows. 'My father existed way long before my mother and me. '

'Yes. He is also trapped in this world just as I am. When he consulted, I assume he did not like the news my wife told him. That night he managed to evade my estate and killed my wife.' Blanchet turned slowly on his heel to face me. 'His disgusting elongated nails left marks on my wife's body indicating he did more than brutally slit her throat.'