Excerpt 2… Ever wonder what happened to Envy and Entropy’s father, Wrath? LOL Rated H for hilarity! LOL
“I just –” Entropy stammered, looking at his mother with a desperate sort of longing; the same longing every child has when hoping Mommy has all the answers and will make it right… or at least come up with a soothing lie while she puzzled out the problem. “Just –”
In that second, Jealousy came to a decision. “It will be okay,” she reassured him. “Mommy knows what to do, even if he tries to kill me.”
“You don’t mean –” Envy stared at his mother in shock.
“Yes.” Her shoulders slumped. “It’s time to call your father.”
“But –” Entropy protested. “But you said he had to leave us, that there was no way he could stay!”
“There wasn’t.” Jealousy’s eyes shifted from side to side. “If he stayed, I would have killed the bastar — um, he had to go.”
“But go where?” Entropy wanted to know. This impotence thing sounded like a father type of problem. After all, his mother didn’t have a dick… at least he hoped not.
“He had to go away from me before I did him bodily harm!” Her eyes glowed bright green, then red, before she took a deep breath and calmed down.
“But we could never reach him, no matter how hard we tried.” Envy stood and walked across the room to confront his mother. “Where is he?”
“Someplace close.” Jealousy sighed, not knowing how her boys were going to take this news.
“Well, you know your father is basically immortal.”
“Like the rest of us,” Entropy added.
“But your father is a very strong Fae.” Jealousy stood and moved away from her sons. “All the anger and hate in the world just keeps him energized.”
“Yes…” Vee nodded in understanding, knowing about their seats of power.
“Well, he did something that gave me the strength to kick his red ass from here to the other side of human Armageddon.”
“Mom!” Entropy lurched up, staring at his mother in shock. “Did you manage to mostly kill Father?”
“If only.” Jealousy dropped into the couch and covered her face with one hand.
“Well?” Vee urged.
“Well, it’s like this. Your father and I were never truly mated, my darlings. We had a good thing going, and it never made any sense to rock the boat. I thought we were committed to each other but…”
“Mom?” Entropy asked when his mother fell silent.
“Well, I had just come home after a harrowing battle over some woman in some port town.” She paused and mused out loud. “Kind of reminded me of Peace. But I came home stinking of blood and sea salt, and I caught the bastard copulating in our bed… without me!”
“He cheated on you?” Both sons screamed, incredulous looks on their faces.
Even if Jealousy was their mom, she was still hot in a scary dominatrix sort of way. You would have to be a fool to cheat on her. The fear factor was just too high.
“In my new bed too!” She rose to her feet and glared at both of her sons. “Which is why I always preach sexual honesty to my children. Got it?” She fingered the whip at her side.
Her boys shrank back in fear, and Jealousy nodded once. Message given and received and understood.
“But — but…” Entropy went on. “But what happened to Father?”
“Well, I kind of buried him alive.”
“You buried Father?” Envy yelped, then jumped back as his mother’s glowing red eyes turned in his direction.
“You bet your sweet green ass I did!” she snapped. “And I buried that trollop that was screwing with him. Along with the bed, the bedroom, the bed clothes, the couches they sat on, the fireplace, the bottle of wine… the castle…”
“We have a castle?” Both brothers yelped in surprise this time.
“You’re probably too young to remember, but yeah. We have a castle… had a castle, at any rate.”
“And you knocked it down on top of Father and his lover?” Entropy asked.
“No, baby.” Jealousy took a deep, cleansing breath. “Were you not listening? I buried it.”
“The room… ?”
“You buried a whole castle?” Envy took a step back from his mother, just to be out of immediate striking range if his question upset her.
“Well, I admit it may have been a bit excessive, but I was mad and exhausted at the time.”
“In anger and exhaustion, you buried our castle?”
“Well… I built this neat house on top of it.”
Envy and Entropy stared at each other in shock, before looking at the carpeted ground and then back up at their mother.
“What?” She wrinkled her nose. “It’s not like I murdered the red bastard.” She stomped twice to emphasize the last two words, and the whole building shook. “And Love came along, offering some kind words and… well, you know what happened then. I wound up with another lying bastard. Vibrators are much more reliable, boys.” She offered this sage advice solemnly.
“But…” Entropy protested, “but you said this sounded familiar.”
“Like a contract coming due.” Jealousy nodded to the thoroughly shaken Entropy. “And while I was away, it was your father’s department to handle contracts for you guys as his paternal right.”
“But I thought we had a copy of all familial contracts,” Envy said.
“We do,” Jealousy was quick to assure him. “In your father’s library in the castle.”
Both men groaned.
“Well, if you want to ask the red bastard, you can always dig him up. Not like he’s going to die down there.” She stomped on the floor again, shaking the mansion and undoubtedly letting their father know she knew exactly where he was, and she remembered the anger that drove her to put him there in the first place.
“Mommy?” Entropy wailed. “I need to know!”
“Fine,” Jealousy snapped. “Just keep in mind that this proves I would do anything for my children.”
“Who was he with, anyway?” Vee asked. “I mean… was it someone we know?”
“He was with Patience, that bitch,” Jealousy snarled. “And I hope to hell Patience got on his last damn nerve. Your father was never big on staying in one place for too long.” Then she looked over at her sons and smiled. “You two are the very best thing he ever gave me. It’s for that reason and that reason alone that I buried his tart with him. It probably kept him from going mad and gave him all the time he needed to get the fucking out of his system. God knows some days he needed the practice.”
“Mom!” Entropy wailed, covering his ears with his trembling hands. “That is something I just don’t need to know!”
“Who thought you would be a prude?” she groused, and then nodded once. “Okay, you red bastard.” She looked at the floor again, determination on her face. “Our son needs you. Time to let Wrath come out to play.”