Chapter II: Family Matters

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The door burst open, and Sophia and Tiberius were giggling like drunk idiots, and in fact, that's what they were. He finally set her down on the floor, and she laughed hysterically almost pissing herself. Tiberius found a quart statue of his father's face and shoulders, as well as a large piece of pointy stone. He held the statue to his face and began to mimic his father's words. His father watching the whole time. Sophia began to cry in laughter and even urinated herself. Tiberius laughing like a nut. "What in the hell-" Ira questions, Marcus raising his fist to smash his son's head in but Apollyon stops him. "No." Sophia pretended to be Apollyon making imitating hissing noises and irritating statements, Apollyon laughing slightly herself. "I should have her head." Ira said, her eyes boiling with rage.

"Sophia." Apollyon said, as she clutched the girl's shoulder. Sophia turned and waved pretending to be a good child, and even slurred some words. "Hello-- Ap-pollyon!" She said, and Tiberius laughed silently at her. "Hello Sophia." Apollyon said, Marcus tapping his son's head to have him fall on his ass. Tiberius looked back and forth between the statue and his father, he looked as if he was confused "Are you two drunk?" Ira asked, already knowing the answer to her own question. Tiberius nodded a yes before Sophia could say anything else. Apollyon held the short girl in the air by her arm. "Sophia reeks of urine, and burning scotch. Same for Tiberius minus the piss."

"Come on Tiberius!" His father shouted, facepalming instantly. Tiberius was not shaken to his senses. "Sorry father." He said. "Sophia you should have some sense in you." Apollyon said looking the tiny girl in her eyes. "Ahh! My wrist." She lied. Apollyon loosening her grip before looking to her son.

"Mother you better not touch her like you did me!" He growled, his eyes worried and angered. Marcus' head shot from his facepalm, and looked to Apollyon who was stuck and dropped Sophia. "You did what Apollyon?" He growled, and his wife turned his way. "He was young, and stupid." She replied, and Marcus looked disgusted. "Why- your own child??" Ira looked angered with her father, and almost slammed her fist into his skull, had it not been for his helmet. "Do not look at my mother like that you pig!" She shouted, and had her father turn to her. "I helped bring you to the world. I'm your father. You dare disrespect me!" he shouted, Apollyon grabbing onto her girl, and pulling her behind to prevent flesh from being torn from one another. "Calidum. You leave. Allow me and your father to have a word. Please-"

Sophia and Tiberius had been long gone, stumbling in sloppy runs down the hall in attempt to get away from their screaming issue. Tiberius had felt an ache in his stomach and gurgles that led him to believe he would throw up soon.

Soon was soon enough, before he had thrown everything in his system up onto the floor. Sophia not too far behind him, and slipping in his vomit. Falling on her ass. Tiberius continued to empty his stomach, and tried to stop it, chunks of food had even been seen in the mix of clear and green coloring. Sophia cried, as she was covered in his vomit, and Tiberius gagged and relax, trying to keep everything else had had in him, inside, and picked up his wife. "Come on Sophia-" he gurgled, and stumbled to his room.

Sophia was carried by her arm, and dragged into the room, the door shutting, as the sounds of his family's rival began. The couple had relaxed before door by door the began to kick in. Sophia jumped with each one, and before the door to their room had opened, stood an enraged sister. Big sister. Tiberius did not look to her, only held onto the pit of his skin where his stomach gurgled. Ira slammed the door behind her, and grabbed her brother by his head of hair. "You shared a secret of mother's that could have costed her life, now I'll be sure to make yours painful!" She growled, before jamming her first into his eye. A black ring surrounded it, as he threw up his fists to block incoming punches. Sophia got mad and picked up a metal platter in the room, hitting Ira in the back of her head, but not enough to stop her from hitting her brother.

Once she was done, she grabbed Sophia by her neck and looked her in the eyes. "And you- you little skank!" She growled, three fingers shoved in her mouth, and down her throat. Sophia gagging the fingers of her dirty and big sister-in-law. She gagged and pat her arm trying to get to be let down, but only threw up and swallowed back down everything that came from her stomach. Before Ira let her go and everything in her stomach dropped, and filled the red carpet on the floor with slimy and green vomit. Tiberius finished his fit in trying to stand due to his blurred vision, and took note of what his wife had been doing. His body filled with rage, and he began to sober, however the drunk fuse did not stop him from wanting to save her! He grabbed his sister's hair and yanked her back, bludgeoning her with his knuckles, and using his shoulder to knock her into a wall. Painting and framed images of the family, had been dropping from the floor, and shattered on the ground the innocent girl sprawled in the middle of the battle. Her screams sounded in the hall, as Marcus bashed in the door with his shoulder, and rushed in, Apollyon trying to break up the battle with her children, and Marcus picked Sophia up by her lower body, like a toddler and carried her from the room. "Come on Sophia- I've got you."

Apollyon shoved Ira into a wall, and Tiberius onto his bed, pulling her sword out and aiming it at her Daughter's neck. "Calm yourself. Or I will behead you." She growled, Ira lowered her hands. Her face had been scratched and bloodied, twinning with her brother's. "Enough of this, the both of you!" Apollyon shouted. Even from a woman who loved to see fights break out, she couldn't stand it when it was her own children. "Ira, to your room. Tiberius, come with me. We need to have a conversation." "But mother, what about Sophia-" "You will tend to her later. You and I need to have a conversation. NOW!"

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