Time Throws Fire
by Ophelia Everfall
Part One | Redux Eterna
Part Two | Polymath Blues
Part Three | The Feather
Part Four | Wizard
Content Warning: This is only a story.
Chapter Ten
Alan Undroth was about to die as Sanctuary now held the devil herself in containment. He hadn’t realized the adored reflection of Chiron’s had been that of his own brood. The sight evoked truth beyond the ordinary. Emergence within thought and heart alike was telling a tale that wouldn’t coalesce into wisdom wielded in time to save him from his ignorance.
There wasn’t a single recognition in the boy of this young woman now straddling him with a fist-tight grip around his throat. He was hungry for affection after that briefest relationship—with a woman—which would have been that of his own dreams, and he would soon find the place he sought it a greatest mistake.
Echo had ruined Alan inside—both through those poundings of his cunt and the way he’d not understand how much he missed her joyful healing presence. She was someone who had wanted to save him. There wasn’t a single expectation ever thrust upon him. It was only hopes offered for his denial that brought him here. Then anger thrown at will of his disregard.
He was always afraid of the woman she was. Fear of his family ruled the boy—the Undroth’s Hegmoney so steeped in racism, sexism, and sex-to-gender essentialism. He’d not want a part of their corrupted hierarchy consciously, knowing them reprobative monsters, yet couldn’t help but long for a place beside them regardless.
“I love you Alan,” Beatrice Undroth, having not needed to speak a lie of name to gain this access of her stimmed-out son, reborn of such perfect and youthful body had whispered into his ear.
Realizations of this overstep in velocity unfolding of romantic theory from a most beautiful girl would not seem to strike him absurd in face of that bounty afforded his placating it. He had always acknowledged consciously the reality of his feelings for Echo and then willfully projected them onto visages more plainly appetizing to his sensibilities. Alan had and always would be a cheater.
Echo having caught him again despite his protestations had changed the boy. Venturing to forgive him and be his friend was what broke him into the shell he’d become. There was only need to dominate the woman. He’d want to shred her into pieces with no ideations of making her a true fixture of his heart in time.
Alan didn’t want the better for Echo Béleaph because he knew they would grow too powerful—he’d never keep up and it was infuriating. Lies seen through would be rejected and despised. He’d not appreciate her insight or intelligence for what it reflected in his own insecurities or about the way he’d scorched his own with stims.
He’d needed love and would take it unearned when it was blatant and placated his barbarically regressive superficiality.
Chloe had been become by something from beyond. They were Beatrice Undroth reborn. They had become the devil herself and she was fucking her child with her unfit pussy that bled when used as meant to be. This devil working through her would love it here forth, crave the sensation of pushing this woman she was driving to go so far beyond her limits the mind would turn to horror. She’d been doing this for some time before the woman had eased her way in.
She wasn’t anything but evil. There wasn’t anything in him but lust and greed—his view of Chiron had been abused. He’d not seen what Echo would. Those hours spent were of disregard to his mind and body. His spirit would not show through to tell the truth of its cloud storms.
The knife had carved through his belly and Alan’s guts were strewn upon the cold tile. He looked at his mother and saw who she was at last; wickedness incarnate. The truest vestige of every horror brought to one being of callous disregard he’d only chosen to lie with for the way she might remind him of that girl he loved the most. She’d once been a sweet herself.
