Omake: Pondering the Past
Father chewed idly on his pipe as he stared off into the distance. Lost in his thoughts at the moment. He was currently seated in a plush recliner chair in his newly renovated home. A fireplace before him crackling quietly. The walls decorated in a tasteful blue wallpaper with white columns braced in the corners. Several of his knight like robots standing to the sides. A side table baring a black phone for work on his left.
He was pondering what led him to this moment. Grandfather was dead. He had killed the old man. Vaporized the old bastard with his own power. Nothing but ashes that he himself had scattered back in England.
Part of him still couldn't believe that he had done it. He had finally managed to destroy that old man. If not exactly in the way that he had long dreamed of doing so. Father had been the one to bring him back in the first place. Maybe finally get the old man to respect him. Fitting in a way that it was him who destroyed Grandfather once and for all.
Did he regret doing it? No, he did not regret it in the slightest. He never would regret it no matter what some goody two shoes might say. Father hated that old wretch more than words could describe. He always had deep down. A deep seated resentment that was planted during childhood and had festered within him ever since. All those long hours trapped in those wretched factories. The endless suffocating stench of tapioca in the air. The aches and pains of all that hard work. All of that had never truly gone away merely been buried under years of anger and work.
Part of him still was amazed that he had actually pulled it off. Father was all too aware of the balance of power between the two of them. He knew full well that his own powers had come from Grandfather. You could even say that his abilities were a lesser derivative of his fathers. Much as it galled him to admit it Grandfather was more powerful than he would ever be. That wasn't even getting into the old wretches more exotic abilities.
At least he had believed that to be the case. Yet he was the one still standing after their clash. How had that happened? He could only assume that he had managed to somehow dig deeper into his powers than ever before. All he could really remember was the seething hot rage than poured through him. The crazed rush of energy that thrummed inside. The wicked joy as he brought forth destruction.
How had he brought it on then? Could it be that he had simply been so angry that he overcame some barrier within? Father knew that deep inside some part of him still wanted the old man's approval. Some part that was still afraid of him after all those years. He supposed what had happened had been the last straw.
He had brought the old codger back. Yet it was still Monty who was the favorite. Even when it was Monty who overthrew Grandfather to begin with. That blast that sent him flying had made something within him snap. That mental block finally coming undone. Allowing the hate to flow forth and letting his fire burn hotter than ever. Finally destroying the shadow that had loomed over him for so long.
The only question was what now?
@HellaCooltricks
I'd like to use this for dealing with Adult co.