Murdersphere Mosaic [ManXMan] [BoyXBoy]

Chapter 2 Part 1 The Past As I Know Now

I wake up several times during my attempt to escape the present by sleeping until I wake up at home,  not that I have a firm memory of where home is. I remember everything but the names of the state, city, town, and people.

I know what kind of cars I like. I remember the music that forms the soundtrack of that old life. I recall the books and media I use to escape from the drudgeries of that life. I remember the food I like.

My identity as a person has been all but obliterated. My identity as a consumer is more or less intact.

That is my saving grace when the memory implants finally take root, because the remnant of who I am is nearly drowned in the undertow of the flow and depth of the memories of who they want me to become.

When I sleep, the memories come unimpeded by stubborn consciousness.

This is my past as I know it.

My deformities were obvious from birth: straight nearly white hair, odd citrine irised eyes, bastardizations of the features of my mother, Ayesha of Balobedo, priestess of Oshtur, Sorcerer Supreme, Mistress of Unseen Worlds; She who was as the Lwa.   Straight white hair and blue eyes, the badges of her Blessings from the Goddess Oshtur are present in all the women of her lineage; her twelve daughters, and her half-sister, the Rain Queen of Balobedo.

My having them, even as imperfect reflections, were seen as a deviation from the Order of Things.  I was male, my mother's only son, conceived through deceit by the elder god Set, an adversary of Oshtur and her sister Gaea, driven into exile by Gaea's son Atum.

My parentage had been meant to be a secret. My mother's husband had done his best to see me as his own. He tried to extract some sense of pride at having a son.  They shaved my head and eyebrows, but they could not hide my eyes. They could not hide that when I grew angry or upset, my pupils became vertically slit and glowed red. They could not hide that when I grew angry or upset, objects danced around me of their own volition.

My mother's husband did not want to be known as the man who fathered such a changeling. If he had dared, if he had listened to the council of the village, they would have taken me away from town and killed me. Instead, he denounced me in town, careful to not smear my mother in the process. He failed in that regard. She left him. Without fuss, without a fight.

"He is not entirely of this world." She said to He-Who-Was-No-Longer-Her-Husband, nudging me behind her skirts, her breasts hanging heavily, covered by her golden tools of rank and power, while the mob he led called for my execution. "My divinations reveal that he will become more different, in mind and in body as he grows older, but he is not evil.  That is where you have failed. You have taught him the power of fear and how it can lead to evil."

"Ayesha!" He pleaded with her. "He is a demon!"

"I am Sorceress Supreme." She says with complete, and utter calm. "Do not presume to lecture me on my domain."

A barrier of mist rose from the ground to shroud us. "By the power of Agamotto; in the sight of Oshtur and witnessed by the hoary Host of Hoggoth. You are not his father and you may never taint my child with your name. I am Ayesha of Balobedo, and Exalt is MY son. Exalt Ayesha-son. You are no longer involved. Now leave."

Despite the powers she invoked, he still looked like he wanted to argue. She flicked her fingers and he walked away, the now grumbling mob parting to let him pass.

"Thank you for your hospitality." They turned like sunflowers to my mother as she addressed them. "My children and I must leave. Please exit my property."

The barrier expanded to cover the entire compound our family occupied. Mother stepped back into our home, and began issuing orders to my sisters and the few faithful servants who remained.