Whispers of The Forgotten

Chapter 26 Torn

My knees connecting to the ground jolted me awake.

I hissed and tried to stretch to be immediately pushed back down. Harder. "Easy,now," I winced.

"The King will be here shortly," something growled.  My eyes wondered up from the concrete floor to find the source.

A huge monster met my gaze. They were ugly. And they smelt of rotten flesh. My nose crinkled up in distaste.

I tapped it's shoulder, "Um, excuse me. Have you ever heard of deodorant?" It snarled but didnt make a move to touch me.

The Kaler just repeated himself like a broken record. After the fifth time, I got sick of it. "OKAY I UNDERSTAND HE WILL BE HERE SOON!!"

Yet again, the mutant snarled just as a door opened up. My father slowly approached his throne and sat down, right in front of me. Oh, and guess who else comes to stand beside him?

Ria.

I smiled sarcastically, "Well, if it isn't Queen Bitch and Lucifer themselves."

Finally the Kaler said something else. Though it pissed me off. "Your majesty, can we please put a muzzle on her? Her voice is grating."

I looked up to him and fake pouted, "I thought we had a budding romance." The thing raised his hand to punch or slap me, but my fathers voice stopped him.

"That will be all, Magnus," my father demanded. With a growl and hunching of his shoulders, Magnus stalked out of the room.

My eyes followed him out, locking in on the green liquid flowing in his neck before turning to my father. "My daughter," Baleo started.

Um, hell no.

"Let me stop you right there, I am not your daughter," I spat, cutting him with my glare. Deep chuckles echoed through the room and slammed into my eardrums.

The sound was grating and annoying the crap out of me. I was about to pop off to him when he started in again.
"Sapphire, Anna, Goddess, Princess. So many names for such a young girl," he drawled.

My head tilted back, "Let's see um psycho, dick, horrible father, Satan," my head tilted back down and I planted a smirk on my face, "you know I don't think you have enough names. I'd be happy to come up with some."

Immediately his sick smile dropped with a growl, "I am your father and a King. I will not be disrespected by my tarnished bloodline." My mouth dropped open and I started to look around me. Baleo watched me, confused.

"Um I'm sorry," I spoke, eyebrows furrowed, "who were you talking to? Because I know you weren't talking to me." It was at this moment that I realized they had took the handcuffs off of me. Baleo noticed my realization and quirked an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his chapped lips.

"My daughter, you are not a prisoner here. Please stand," he said, arms motioning me up. Slowly, I eventually made it to a standing position. Not because he told me to. But because I felt like a small, vulnerable child being chastised by their father sitting in the floor.

"I want to offer you a seat beside my throne. The time has finally come. A King and his daughter will finally rule a better world. This is the moment that you have been waiting for! You're too stubborn to admit that you've always been waiting for me to come back. But I know you have," he shouted, eyes wild.

My arms crossed across my chest and I popped my hip out. "Are you delusional? Do you really think I was waiting for you? Who would do that? Maybe I do miss my father, but you aren't him. And he isn't you. My father would never treat people the way you do! You might think I don't remember what you've done in the past, but I do. My father was gentle, and kind. You are a cruel, warped monster. Maybe your blood does run in my veins, but you are not my father. You are not the man I miss, and do not think otherwise." Despite my best efforts, my voice cracked and a hot tear ran down my face.