231 - A God, A Siren

Cathy

Lin's face is an absolute picture as it transforms from shock to smugness.

Oh, you brought me a present? Trugarez.

I cackle. This asshole is so in for it when Lin begins.

Just for you.

Shoving him forward, I plant my boot in his back, applying pressure.

Bow to the King, you filthy scumbag.

Trembling, he does as he's told, and Lin uses that opportunity to seal his mouth with a click of their fingers.

You and your little friends defer to me now. Understood?

He groans, attempting to purse his lips, and Lin scoffs.

Unfortunately for you, I already thought of that. And there's no way you'll be spitting on me ever again, you little shit.

The runt shakes further, and Lin sighs.

Well maybe you should've thought of that earlier, shouldn't you? Instead of disrespecting and abusing me and my system, hm?

They stare right into his eyes, and I see what looks like spiritual lightning pierce his eyes as they smirk.

No one is coming to save you, Ali.

And the last face you see before you go to hell will be mine. Got that?

He squirms, and Lin gets up.

I'm going to have so much fun tonight.

Guess who we also have?

Lin gives me a curious look, and I gesture towards Liv. Their expression changes into one of even further delight.

Oh, Terrence is gonna love this.

They grin evilly.

Ma kared! Our cousins come bearing gifts!

Terrence pops out, notices our presents, and laughs.

What is it, Lin's birthday? You guys pulled out all the stops!

He surveys might trash at his level, and smickers.

You and that bitch are gonna die tonight, you hear? 

And when my wife is done with you, no one will hear you scream.

Not even the void.

Dusting himself off, he looks towards Liv, who's seemingly struggling to get free from Esus' grip, with very little success. She seems to already have a silence charm on her, likely the same one that Lin cast on the bin. She looks depraved, like she wants her hands on him.

Gross.

And I'm going to let my wife enjoy the pleasure of both taking part in killing you and watching you die.

You know, if you hadn't seen me as an object, perhaps you could've been beside me, right next to Lin. But alas, your arrogance and narcissism got the better of you.

Quietly, he walks back over to Lin, casual as you please, giving them a conspiritorial look. They smile in response, and I realise he's going to kiss them. 

Right in front of Liv.

He takes their face in his hands and gives them probably the most filthy kiss he possibly could do without it being R-rated. They're at it for an uncomfortably long time, and when they finally do break off, Lin is gazing into Terrence's eyes with such love that it could take your breath away.

The bin is furious, I can tell - but he isn't going anywhere. As for Liv, she's flown into a rage - but Esus handles her quite easily, wordlessly reminding her of how frail fake Gods are in comparison to us, the real deal.

Pathetic.

Liv's face is streaming with tears and mascara, silently begging for Terrence to notice her. 

Take them to the Cove.

Myself and Esus exchange looks, nodding, and carrying them off, whilst Lin and Terrence prepare.

*******

Lin

After about an hour of deciding upon what we would use to end their lives, and one of the most passionate love sessions I've ever had, we go to the Cove together, arm in arm, rucksacks on our backs. Tripping over just before the entrance, I snort.

I'm like Bambi.

He chuckles.

The sex was your idea.

You got me on that one.

Our night won't end after this, you know.

I turn, giving him the slightest smile.

Is that a promise?

He smirks.

Of course, m'amoûr.

Wonderful.

I give him a gentle peck on the lips, before taking his hand, leading him into the Cove.

Cathy hands might trash over to me by the water, before motioning to Esus to switch with her. He looks at me to ask to leave, and I nod, so he does. Terrence gestures for Cathy to move Liv, and I catch on pretty quickly to the purpose of that.

Looks like my husband wants Liv to watch you die. Well, I won't disappoint.

Grabbing him by his horribly dyed blue curls, I shove him into the floor, setting up my tools as I go. My ceremonial knives (for cult people only), scalpel, electric razor, ropes and mace all sit on the floor in a neat grid.

First of all, why don't we lose the bush that's settled on your head? It's not like it does anything for your appearance anyway.

Wriggling, he tries to crawl away, but I snap my fingers, and he lays flat, now paralysed.

Tut tut, Ali. I was considering being nice and drowning you, as it's one of the least painful ways to die, but now...

I trail off and glance at Terrence, who's behind Liv. He nods.

I think you need to become the cross in order to understand why you need to drop it, if you catch my meaning.

Tossing him back into position, I grasp at his collar with gloved hands, buzzing off every last strand of botched hair, watching it fall satisfyingly onto the ground. Tears form in his eyes, and I smile.

Hmm. No hair isn't exactly an improvement, either.

At that, his body wracks with noiseless sobs.

Oh, did that upset might trash?

I giggle.

Tough. You abuse me, you pay for it.

You know, I struggled for much longer than you were present in my domain and in my house, but it only got this bad when you encroached on my space.

I sigh.

All of that bullshit just because poor little Ali couldn't have the freezer tray he wanted without stealing it...

How moronic.

He grits his teeth, and I smile.

That's why he helped me, you know. Because he knew you were abusing me, as well as Gabi and Cecilia, Gods rest her soul, and decided, rightfully, that you were in the wrong.

Ripping his hoodie off, followed by his upper undergarments, I smirk.

He was one of my only friends during a time when I was very much alone, having just found out that I was a God. And you had the nerve to take that away from me, you little runt!

His jaw clenches, and I continue.

And no, we didn't sleep together. He invited me over a number of times to watch things with him, including some things that depicted sex, but we never did anything.

Besides, you knew full well that I had been sexually assaulted, and not only had the nerve to accuse me of sleeping with a neighbour, but to also try to molest us whilst Gabi was fronting!

I can sense the anger rolling off of him, and I get an idea.

Or was it not, in fact, Gabi you wanted to fuck?

Taking off my shirt, I glare at him. Then, I whip off my binder, to show probably one of the flattest chests ever. His eyes are wide, and I perceive the slightest dribble of saliva making its way down his chin.

You wanted to fuck me, didn't you?

Cathy sniggers, and I carry on.

I already knew you were being dommed by Gerry, but I didn't think you'd be jealous of our other neighbour for having my attention, especially seeing as you have a fiancée...

He narrows his eyes.

Then again, everyone in the cult wants to say they fucked a God, right? Even if it spells out infidelity on their tongue?

I smicker.

Poor baby, couldn't help but ruin his own life by projecting his own behaviour onto me to hide his lust.

He's shaking. I've got him.

Is that why you called me a whore?

I pick him up by the back of his neck, holding his bound body over the ocean below. Then, I murmur.

Do you think I'm a whore, Ali?

Basking in the silence for a moment, I smile.

Well, you'd be wrong.

I'm the God Of All, God Of None. A demon, a shapeshifter.

I chortle.

A siren.

Plunging him into the depths, I hold his head under for what feels like years, watching as his body unsuccessfully fights the currents in this cove. As he loses all ability to fend off the water, I pull him back to the surface and out, picking out my favourite ceremonial knife.

Tell Jesus I said hi when you get to hell.

Carving a line up from his navel to his jaw, I watch him choke, smiling, before slashing a line through his throat. Next, I cut out his eyes, followed by his tongue. His hands are taken off last, and I place all of those body parts into a jar, before taking out my scalpel, removing his voice box and placing it into a jar of its own.

All of this is done as Liv watches in horror. I'm well aware of what I look like - a bare chested femme covered in blood. 

Cathy, take his remains and reduce them, mar plij.

She nods, grinning, and I step forward, taking several more knives and the scalpel with me, along with the mace, towards Liv. Terrence smirks at me.

You're next.

*******

Terrence

Cathy takes bin boy's remains out and departs, leaving myself and Lin alone with Liv.

Did you like that?

Liv gazes at me pleadingly, and I roll my eyes.

I'm not your toy soldier to fuck with, Liv. I never was. You know, I never even liked you in that way.

You and world are the same.

Taking Lin's arm, I smile, and they reflect my expression back. Gods, they're adorable.

Do you want first dibs, gorgeous?

They glance between me and Liv, shaking their head, before offering me their mace.

She hurt you most, ma heol. Make the most of it.

Sharing yet another quick kiss with me, they stand back, more than happy to observe me as I give Liv the ass kicking she deserves.

You'll not take my autonomy again, and I will never belong to you!

Her body becomes violet and navy with bruises as I hit her, painting her in all of Lin's favourite colours. 

But most of all...

I slam her into the wall, ushering Lin towards her energetically, rage burning within me, alongside the utter desire to watch Lin take this bitch apart.

You won't dare disrespect my wife again.

Lin gazes lovingly at me, and enough of that rage melts away for me to regain my composure as they lean forward, getting very close to Liv. Her nose twitches, and her face becomes an absolute picture.

Smell that, bitchface?

They snort.

Me and Terrence slept together. Again! Can you believe it?

They giggle again, and I can't help but smile.

And neither you, nor world, nor anyone, will ever separate us again. 

Not unless we so choose.

Grasping the knife, they begin to slice into Liv's abdomen as tears rush down her face for a second time.

You took my husband's autonomy, his memories, his own identity away from him, then pretended to be me, and to care about him!

And for that, I'm going to kill you.

Leisurely, Lin finishes the line going up to Liv's chin, then whispers into her ear something that I can just about make out.

And once we're done with you, Terrence is going to fuck me into oblivion.

And there's nothing you can do about it.

They slash a horizontal line through her throat, grinning, before gouging out her eyes, repeating the same process done to might trash. For a minute, they stare at me as I put her body down.

Ya, lovely?

They beam.

Do you want anything?

I smirk.

Besides you?

They cackle, and I can't help but laugh myself.

Her tongue, her voicebox and her hands. Keep her eyes, lovely.

They raise their eyebrows.

Are you sure, ma gwaz?

I nod, letting my gaze settle on them.

You're the one with the 'Harvester Of Eyes' epithet. Who am I to deny you another piece of your collection?

They grin.

Trugarez, ma heol.

They're looking at my lips. I smirk, shaking my head.

Let's wash up. Then, I'm making good on my promise.

Their face flushes pink as they smicker.

Mat eo din.