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Prophecies of Sin	By : Johnny-Topside Category: +A through F > Chrono Trigger Views: 6665 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6- Obsession
Finch: Well, as they say, we'll always have Paris.
Stifler's Mom: And the pool table.
Finch: And the car.
Stifler's Mom: And the two-room suite I have upstairs...
How's the research coming?" Magus asked casually. The man was a few years older than himself and wore the uniform of a meteorologist. His unkempt hair was as greasy as the smile he flashed and Magus observed the shirt under his robe was inside out.

“Oh you know. No exciting news in the world of air currents.”

“That's unfortunate. “ Magus looked about the hall to make sure nobody was watching them. He looked disinterestedly at the wall as he dropped his voice. “Because I understand the kingdom pays you quite a bit of money for that research.”

“I'm sorry, I'd really love to stay and chat but I'm taking lunch.“ The man adjusted his collar and jerked his head conspicuously before walking off. Magus waited five minutes and then walked after him. He wandered the labyrinthine corridors of Kajar before opening a door seemingly at random and stepping through. The assistant was waiting with a large parcel wrapped in cloth and Magus locked the door. The man's name was Milon and he was Melchior's dropout apprentice. He was part of the pitifully small black market in Zeal since the Queen had cracked down, and Magus had paid him most of the coin his position as her favorite afforded.

“Alright then, I hope you have some results.”

“It's not nearly finished.” Milon said, unwrapping the cloth to reveal Magus' scythe. It was changed from when he had commissioned the work, Magus could see the handle was now a solid ebony material with line after line of tiny silver runes sketched across the surface. The crescent blade of the scythe now had an iridescent sheen to it, like a dragonfly's wing.
“You've had months and you're expensive. I need this weapon by the end of the week.” Milon sighed and Magus resisted the urge to shove the man through the wall, but he was limited with how far he could threaten him. Queen's favorite or not, this kind of work was highly illegal.
“Like I told you before, the materials and the forging method were substandand and primitive. I've compensated by welding the lode alloy to it but it'll never be as powerful as a brand new one.”

“That would take too long, and the enchantments on it are worth more than the scythe itself.”
“Yes, that's where I'm getting hung up. They're crude but extensive. I augmented those I could decipher but most of them are foreign and I could screw the whole thing up unless I know exactly what I'm dealing with. You sure you don't want to tell me who made this thing? Not the Earthbound.”
“You're better off not knowing. How long to get the rest?”
“Another six months.” Magus drew his breath in to keep from saying what he really thought. The man was no Melchior.
“Not good enough. Where does that leave us with it?”
“It's still better than anything Dalton has. Why don't you give it a try?” He handed the scythe over and Magus calmed himself slightly, feeling it's comforting familiar weight. Milon walked over to a large canvas, pulling it aside. Underneath was a statue of his mother, Zeal, a vaguely superior expression on it's stone lips. It was a common piece in the kingdom.
“What's this?”
“You pay so well I thought I'd spend a little on target practice. It's solid marble. Told them I wanted it for my collection. You know what an admirer I am of her Highness.” He said with dripping sarcasm as he eyed the statue. “Great tits.” He added.

“Rather. Stand back.” Magus twirled the scythe in front of him, spinning the long blade in arcs that brought it within inches of his ankles before gripping it and slicing through the statue at the neck. There was a moments resistance at the center and then the scythe cleaved through his mother's likeness. The head rolled along the floor before settling, it's gray eyes staring sightlessly at the ceiling
“You sliced that bitch's head clean off! Serves her right for shutting me down.” Magus took a breath; it wasn't nearly as cathartic as he'd thought it would be. Marble was good, but that might not be enough against Lavos.
“Can you do anything more with it before the week's out?”
“If I worked on it night and day, maybe I could get another rune or two. It wouldn't be much.”
“Do it then.” Magus reached into his pocket and dropped a sack of coins in Milon's hand, almost all the money he had left. “I need every edge I can get.”
Magus leaned against one of the outer walls of the palace and ran a hand through his hair, watching gray clouds rolling in from the distance. The surface would get the worst of it but it still looked bad even from up here. His jaunt to Kajar was just a way to put off the coming storm, and not the one beneath them. Queen Zeal had requested him, and Schala. Together. That meant keeping their story straight. Except Schala wasn't talking to him anymore ever since they'd disposed of Chrono and the others. When ever he saw her Schala's eyes seemed to pass over Magus like he wasn't there. He had even gone to Janus out of desperation to try and pass her a message only for the boy to swear at his future self bitterly.
It had all been a very bad scene after the escape. Schala had been sobbing at first and then once that passed, a cold, deathly silence. She hadn't spoken to him since, but that had been the least of his worries at the time. If Magus thought his mother was bad before he had been completely unprepared for her reaction to the escape. Zeal had frothed at the mouth, sure of a huge conspiracy against her and more than a few sad souls who had taken their opposition underground lost their lives as she razed the kingdom in search of conspirators. Just teenagers passing pamphlets, kids really, talking anti-Lavos politics in hushed tones in each others parlors...the lucky ones went to Mount Woe. Whole familes disappeared.
There was no way he was letting her take the blame, so Magus hid Schala's pendant and concocted a simple story, someone had stolen it and freed the captives. Zeal was climbing up the walls in rage, she had personally struck Magus, Dalton, and even Schala. Magus had licked blood from the corner of his lip, trying to hide the murderous glint in his eye beneath the hood. If Zeal had known anything, she wouldn't have wasted time beating the high court, but enough was enough. When it was clear Zeal was going to tear the world apart before letting the matter go Magus planted the pendant in the quarters of one of Dalton's rivals. The man was a high ranking officer and a sadistic piece of shit that had led some of the recent purges, so he was perfect . If it threw suspicion on anyone else it was Dalton for the frameup, at any rate it was good enough for the Queen and the man was swiftly dealt with. Finally things were starting to calm down a little again, and now this. Magus took a breath; today would be very hard.
Schala was taking breakfast again on the veranda, it felt like it had been eternity since they last enjoyed it together When she saw him she stopped eating and stared at her plate as he sat down, as if she had never seen such a thing. It was like they had become strangers again. He endured the silence for as long as he could until it was clear she wasn't going to speak.
“Look Schala. I know it's not what you wanted, but sending those three away was for the best. The Queen's still ripping the kingdom to pieces to find them, if they had stayed they'd be dead by now. Where ever they came from, they're better off there than here.” Magus thought he saw her twitch slightly but she didn't look up. She sat silent as a life sized doll.
“I heard they found my pendant in the pocket of some commandant.” She finally said, without any inflection.
“He won't be missed. It was very clean.” Her eyes flicked up at him at that with a trace of disgust in them.
“You could have helped them. You could have helped me. You betrayed me, forced me to...to...” She heaved a sigh as if it didn't matter anymore.
“I was protecting the both of us. They were completely unpredictable and we're better off without them. You saved them and that's going have to be enough because no one is overthrowing your mother, no one. This past week should be proof of that.” Schala gave him a venomous look awhen he tried to pat her hand and she jerked it away with something like horror. "The Queen wants the two of us at the Neaera platform today. You've got to keep your head and you have just got to get over this for now!"
“I'll go there myself.”
“For Darkness sake! We're going together, I don't trust you while you're like this. I'm sorry I have to be cruel but I'll do what it takes to keep you out of more trouble.”
“Whatever you want. It's not like I can stop you. It's not like I can do anything.”
“Just stop Schala. We've got our duties, and you have to do yours, it's that simple."
"Oh fuck my duties!" She screamed in frustration and Magus looked around in an ecstasy of apprehension, but they were still alone.
"They must have heard you for miles!" He hissed and she simply returned his glare evenly.
“I don't care. I don't care what else you have to say either.” This time he gripped her wrist and she tried to pull away but he held her fast. Her eyes burned at him and there was a cough from behind them. Magus turned to see one of the attendants watching them with wide eyes.
“I just just came to clean up after mistress Schala.”
“That's fine,” Magus grit as Schala rubbed her thin wrist. “We're just finishing up,” He leaned in and whispered: “And I won't hear another word till we've dealt with your mother.”
The sky was dark as they walked, the day as moody as Magus felt. He just couldn't wrap his head around it, Schala had never acted this way. She had always been the responsible one, taking on the weight of the world when he had done whatever he pleased as Janus, but maybe that was just another childhood illusion. They walked for a long time in silence, not close like before. Magus could think of a thousand excuses to make, but that was just what they sounded like. He wasn't angry with her, not really. He had never meant to show her that side of himself but it had to be done, why couldn't she understand? Finally, they were in sight of the Skyway and Magus reached out and held Schala's hand. She didn't pull away this time but looked at it with a depressed resignation as he drew her close and then drew a shuddering breath against his chest.
"You and Janus and the Gurus are the only ones who treated me like a person and not just some tool and where has it gotten everyone? The Gurus are imprisoned, poor Janus is all alone and you and I have nothing in our lives but helping my mother destroy the kingdom my family built. Then you used me. You used me!" Magus ran a tentative hand through her hair and she seemed to get ahold of herself; her eyes were watery.
“I didn't want to Schala. I'm trying to keep you safe. I know it'll never be like it was but I don't want things to be like this between us. I'm sorry.”
"I'm not the person everybody thinks I am. I can't do this.” The wind picked up a little and Schala moved a little closer against the chill. Magus knew she might take it as more than he meant but it didn't seem to matter.
"Sometimes I wish I were just a maid or a cook. Just something, someone unimportant. Nobody would look to me to usher in some golden age and all I'd have to worry about was my family. Do you understand?" Schala was intertwined with him now, and he would have to push her away soon or comfort his sister. He was only now starting to understand what she had really been going through and she seemed so lost and broken...Magus pat her back and then pushed her away, but gently, and she sobbed once, then sniffled. Magus reached out and wiped her nose with his cloak and she snorted, then gave him a half smile. He felt himself returning her smile in spite of himself.
"That's pretty gross." She said.
"If anyone asks I'll just tell them it's an emerald I had embroidered." It was the first time he'd heard her laugh in a week and after awhile they walked again, a little closer now.
The Neaera platform was a large floating rig used to sink the heavier equipment and materials in the construction of the Ocean Palace. The more dangerous exterior work had now been completed and soon the rig wouldn't serve anything but a support function. The clock was ticking and Magus looked forward to the fated hour with anticipation and dread. The rig was ugly and utilitarian, all soulless metal with cranes and pulleys constantly hauling or dropping equipment into the churning gray sea. Queen Zeal looked as out of place on it as clean clothes on an Earthbound, a heavy shawl her only concession to the cold. She waved her attendants out of the small meeting room and regarded the two.
"I suppose I should be grateful you showed up at all.”
"I'm sorry." Schala said quietly before looking down from her mother's withering glare. Zeal's eyes flicked from her daughter to her son suspiciously, then seemed to clear.
"I want my instructions followed to the letter from now on." She eyed Magus. "Since you're here, tell me about those rebels that got away. When will they make their next move?" Magus shifted uncomfortably. It had only been a bit of insurance telling Zeal about them in the first place, just in case Frog and the others somehow followed him through the gate. Their magic, their strange clothes and weapons, their knowledge of Lavos...they had to be time travelers like himself.
"They may not make any move at all your Majesty. By following my prophecies, we've made far more progress than we would have through natural events. Some things I've glimpsed before may not come to pass now. We stopped them once already, I don't think they'll be back."
"But they still might though?" Zeal asked with an edge in her voice that grated on him. No, they had to be gone this time, it had only been a fluke before.
"Possibly."
"Then I want to safeguard the progress we've made. I want the Ocean Palace operational within the month. That means you'll have to eat, sleep and breath the Mammon Machine Schala. We're also stepping up the construction schedule. I don't care if we have to round up and work every lazy Earthbound to the bone, we will achieve the immortality we deserve!" Schala looked like she had been sucker punched and seemed to sway on her feet.
"Mother, you can't! I'll do what you ask, we'll all do what you ask but please don't hurt the Earthbound any further!"

"Look at my daughter, begging. The heirs to my throne, a beggar, and the other a magic-less delinquent. Where did I go wrong? Don't worry about those Earthbound animals my dear, their lives will be given for the glory of our eternal kingdom. It's really more than they could ask for. They will be remembered when we ascend to godhood." Schala looked at her mother like she had transformed into a squirming pile of putrescence. When Zeal just continued to smile her self-satisifed little smile Schala choked and suddenly bolted for the door.
"Schala! Schala, get back here this instant!" The door slammed and without thinking Magus was already moving after her.
"Where do you think you're going? I didn't give you permission to leave Prophet." It was a mighty effort, but Magus turned back on his heel and forced himself to kneel before his mother. At the moment sinking the rig to the bottom of the sea with Zeal on it seemed about the most gratifying thing he could do.
"That's better. I don't suppose you have any problem with all of this?"
"As your Majesty wishes." He gritted.
"You seem to have time to fritter away recently, and I noticed you've been frittering most of it with Schala. She's grown more willful of late, you were supposed to keep her in line, not be her best friend. I hope you haven't forgotten your place. She is my daughter after all."
"I live to serve you." He said blandly.
"Yes, ME. Not Schala." She caressed his cheek with the back of her hand, almost gently. "I want you by my side when the time comes Prophet. The two of us will never age, imagine what kind of pleasures we could discover." Magus said nothing, but gave the hand a kiss in reply, after how she had talked to Schala it gave him all the pleasure of kissing a maggot ridden corpse.
"Go on then, bring her back to me."
He found Schala staring listlessly at the swelling waves from the deck. He felt grateful to feel the dismal chill and wind, as long as they weren't trapped in that claustrophobic room with that madwoman and her whirling eyes. He remembered Zeal's warning but ignored it and put an arm over Schala, covering her with his cloak. She said nothing, her eyes seeking the sea, but finally she rested her head against him and shivered.
"You'll catch your death out here."
"That wouldn't be so bad though would it? At least nobody else would have to suffer." Schala watched the crashing gray waves with a grim expression that unnerved Magus. “I can still do something after all.”
"What in hell are you talking about?"
"I mean I'm the key to everything. Without me, mother's plan falls completely apart doesn't it? One little gear pops out and the whole clock stops." She laughed a toneless, hopeless little laugh. Magus held her closer, more out of alarm than the desire to comfort.
"It's not worth your life. Anyway, it's stupid..." he said, trying to defuse this bomb he had somehow inadvertently lit. "You're not the only one who could interface with the Mammon Machine. If something happened to you they'd just find someone else. Maybe Janus." She laughed bitterly again.
"How many years do you think that would be? Ten? She doesn't want to spend eternity as an old woman, that's why she's in such a rush. You know what else? I think Lavos is actually using her. It wants to be woken up. It wants to destroy us because we're flying to close to the sun and our time is done. We're like primates that just discovered how to use tools and now we think we run the zoo. Oh you don't know, I can tell from your look. When I draw out it's power I can feel it. It's fed for longer than you can imagine, it's always feeding but it's still so hungry. "
"Then Lavos can just eat me." Magus chuckled, but she was quiet and the joke fell flat.
“Without me, Lavos and the Enlightened are separated by a locked door. I'm the key."
"Let's go inside where it's warm and we can talk."
"I don't have anything to say to that, that thing in there."
"Let her say whatever she wants. You don't have to talk, you don't even have to listen. Just nod in the right places and we'll sort this out later."
"You know it's not just talk. She'll use me to destroy everyone and everything just so she can live forever!" She was looking straight down now over the rail at the churning waves with a dreadful fascination that made Magus' skin crawl. The weather was getting worse, and he felt the rig shift ever so slightly beneath his feet, it was like being in the crow's nest of a ship.
With a speed he didn't think possible Schala scrambled from his grip and propelled herself over the railing. The tops of her legs caught on the bars and then she swung head over heels, in another second her feet would follow. There was no way she would survive. With a cry Magus grabbed her ankle with both hands and pulled with all his might. The wet metal and the driving wind made for terrible footing, but he held onto her with a desperate strength. For Gods sakes, why wasn't there anyone on deck to help him he thought as she flailed and slipped in his grip. Now he had her by the last inch of her ankle, if she slipped again he would lose her. He was strong but so was gravity, and he couldn't get her back up. He tightened his grip hard enough to cut off circulation and closed his eyes, blocking out the pain in his muscles, the wet cold, his sister's screams and concentrated on levitating her. He reached out with his mind, letting the pain feed his magic, it was difficult to focus but he was able to generate just enough force beneath Schala to finally haul her up and over the side. They collapsed together in a heap on the hard metal deck. The rain was drizzling on Magus' face like pinpricks of ice, and the freezing metal bit at his skin. Finally he had his breath back and lifted himself up. His arms were killing him as he lifted his pale sister's head. Schala's eyes found focus and she gave him a strange look.
Her jade eyes roamed his face, and he realized his hood had fallen back in the struggle. He began to pull his hood up and her hand stopped him.
"You don't have to."
"I've got to for now. Your mother." She nodded in understanding and he looked around as he covered up. Still no witnesses, unbelievable! If she had decided to jump before he got there they would have never found the body. The thought was too much and he held her tightly, trying to warm her in his arms.
"Don't tell anyone, please don't tell anyone!" She sobbed into his chest.

Magus told no one, there was no predicting what Queen Zeal would have done with such news but it could only have been bad. Schala promised there would be no more suicide attempts only after Magus had likewise promised to do what he could for the Earthbound. His sister had sat sullenly through the rest of their mother's rantings until Magus had broke in and mentioned that as Schala was far more important to their plan than some faceless Earthbound laborers, she should be calm and focused. Since she cared so for the Earthbound, it might be distracting if they were abused, and distraction at the critical moment could mean failure.
"Fine, I'll feed the gutter trash and let them sleep a few hours each day. In return Schala, I'll expect you to make up the difference."
"Oh, I will, thank you mother!" Magus felt like the moment called for sarcasm but she truly sounded grateful.
When Zeal finally had her fill of micromanaging on the Naera they returned to the palace that evening. The dark storm clouds were passing and now patches of star strewn velvet night were showing through. At dinner, amid all the normal chatter at the table, Schala sat like a stone, barely picking at her food. Magus had been about to say something to her when she abruptly puked right onto her plate. The table went silent like a rock being thrown into a frog's pond. Zeal looked around the table, embarrassed, but most of the court had the grace to look elsewhere.
“Schala! If you're not feeling well leave the table this instant!”
“I'm sorry.” She mumbled, wiping her mouth. “I thought I could make it.” She stood and stumbled unsteadily away and slowly the conversation resumed. Magus was thinking of heavy, grinding ocean waves, of what they would feel like as they filled Schala's lungs.
“I'd better go make sure the Princess lays down and rests.” Magus began to get up and Zeal glared at him coldly. It was his cue to sit down and shut up, but instead he tucked his chair underneath the table. “Wouldn't want her puking in the halls.” He added, loud enough for the table to hear. Zeal turned the glare on a nearby server who was gawking at them before giving Magus a minute nod. She drank deep from her goblet and turned her hard eyes towards the walls for now. He was dismissed.
Magus knocked on the door, once, twice, but there was no answer. He knew the servants gossiped, and he had no idea what Zeal really thought of his relationship with Schala's, but fuck them. It was too late to worry about those things. She could be slitting her wrists in there he thought, and that did it. He was about ready to break the door down when the knob turned and Janus stood in the doorway looking up at him contemptuously.
“Is Schala here?”
“Yeah, she's here. What did you and my mom do to her?” Magus glanced over the boy's head, he could see Schala in bed with her face buried in the pillow. He looked back down at the angry green eyes and debated how much he should tell himself.
“The Queen is stepping up construction of the Ocean Palace and Schala didn't take it well. Did she tell you anything?” Janus clenched and unclenched his fists.
“No. She just told me she was sick and whenever I try to talk to her she just shakes her head. She was crying. I knew that bitch said something to her!”
“Can I come in?” Janus just glared at him, barring the way, short and truculent, and Magus was about ready to push himself aside when Schala moaned.
“Just let him in Janus.” Grudgingly Janus took exactly one step to the side and Magus was able to squeeze past him. Schala's was still face down and she made small noises as he leaned over her, he couldn't tell if they were sobs or she was still sick. He took off a glove and put it gently on her shaking shoulder.
“Hey, get your goddamn hands off of my sister!” Janus shouted and kicked Magus in the shin. He gritted his teeth and it took everything he had not to lash out at the boy as he rubbed his sore leg.
“You're really pushing my understanding young Prince, it's been a bad day.”
“I won't let you hurt her anymore!” Janus looked furious and ready to trade blows with the towering Prophet and they were so focused on each other that they didn't notice until Schala's hands each grasped theirs.
“It's ok Janus. It's not him...” Her face was pale and she smiled at the boy's distrustful scowl. “This time. Please go get me some water.” Janus squeezed her hand and gave Magus a look that burned like acid as he shoved by.
“He's angry.”
“All he knows is that we're not on good terms. I'm sorry to give you so much trouble before.” Magus sat down on the bed with her and took her hand.
“I didn't know how much pressure you were under. Are you feeling any better?”
“A little, but, uh...” She held her hand over her mouth a moment. “The Earthbound. If you can do more for them maybe I could deal with all this.”
“I'll talk to your mother tonight. You're sick over it, that's the way I'll sell it, I'll leave out everything else.”

“Thank you.” She smiled weakly and moaned again then lay back on the pillow.
“I've been selfish Schala, I'll try to find a way to do more. I will help you, I promise, I'm going to take care of it right now.”
“Can I have a kiss before you go?”
“You just puked and your brother would kill me before your mother had a chance to.” Her mild eyes registered disappointment and he ruffled her hair.
“I'm kidding. Janus and I will take care of you. Get better soon.” He briefly considered Schala's strawberry lips, but that wasn't what either of them needed now. He leaned down and gave her a lingering kiss on the forehead, and then another on her flushed cheek. Janus came back then with her water and she chugged down the glass before closing her eyes. After a minute he heard his sister's light snore and Janus spoke low without turning.
“I still don't like you Prophet. You should just stay away from us.”
“I tried Janus. Take care of your sister, you're all she's got.” Janus didn't reply and Magus took that as his cue to leave. Schala continued to sleep soundly, her guardian quietly watching over her, a dark, raging tempest trapped inside the form of a small boy.

Zeal was not happy to see him. She was signing edicts in her chambers and it was all he could do to get her to acknowledge him.
“How did I know this would be about Schala again?” She sighed irritably.
“I worry about her..." Magus watched Zeal dip her quill again. "Mental health."
“Yes, she's such a delicate thing, isn't she? A Queen needs to be hard and strong. She'll learn.”
“Your Majesty, you're pushing her too hard. She's very sick and she's only going to get worse.”
“What nonsense. A little stress won't hurt her in the long run, not when immortality is the prize. Immortality and ultimate power!”
“Schala can't take it, she's already at her limit. If you push any harder you'll kill her.” Zeal put down the quill and the temperature in the room plummeted as she turned her flat stare on him.
“Sounds dramatic. You often intercede on my daughter's behalf Prophet. What's that about, hmm?”
“Everything is tied to her, you need her. Without Schala, there's no immortality for anyone. No one else can interface with the Mammon Machine with the same skill level. Maybe you could, but that would be months of recalibration and, what, three or four years of practice?” Zeal's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. Magus didn't actually think his mother could take Schala's place. He probably could have himself, but he wasn't about to tell her that.
“Do you think I don't know about you and Schala?” Magus had a moment's fear and remembered himself. He may have had thoughts, but he hadn't done anything with his sister, not really. The worst he had done was finger her while he was asleep but Zeal couldn't know of that.

“If you think there's something there, then clearly you don't. She's my royal charge. You go hard on her and I give her the soft touch, and between us we keep her in line, and that's all.”
“Yes, it's that 'soft touch' I worry about. I've heard rumors.”
“When you hear the rumors about the Prophet and Queen Zeal, is Dalton watching or does he join in?”
“What insolence. There are no rumors, the servants know I'd cut the tongues from their stupid heads!”
“So they run their mouths about Schala and I instead because it's all they can get away with. I'm not popular outside this room in case you didn't know.” Zeal smirked in concession.
“No need to worry, I'll still tolerate you for your clairvoyance Prophet, and you're competent in most things. Your performance under the Mammon Machine was pathetic though. I don't think I've ever been so unsatisfied. Maybe you need to rest too.” Magus groaned at the jab at his manhood, he'd have to make up for it and now might be a good time. He took off his cloak and placed it on a chair and went to his mother. Her eyes were cool now and he slid behind her as easily as a snake and put his hands on her shoulders.
“I'm sorry for that. I've been neglecting you your Majesty, I haven't been nearly as attentive as I should be. Maybe we could share some wine tonight and watch the moon come out. There doesn't have to be any sex.”
“Hmph, so you come to me when you want sex and you go to my daughter when you want a relationship? Now you offer me one out of pity, is that how it is?” She snapped, and Magus stifled his frustration by kissing her ear.
“I thought we went over this, I want both from you, I want more between us.” Why stop lying now that he was on a roll he thought. “Maybe a private consultation at Vitreus, just the two of us?”
“Maudlin drivel that won't work on me. What makes you think I have time for that nonsense? Don't pretend you're not happy with the way things are. When I get sentimental I sleep with you, and when I get horny I fuck you. I thought that's what men liked, no strings.”
“The sex is great but it doesn't have to be all there is.”
“If that's all there is I can discard you any time I want and it won't hurt me in the slightest.” She disengaged from his hands and then faced him with folded arms. “Was there anything else?” She was impossible and he was getting so frustrated he could barely contain it.
“Have you decided about Schala?”
“Back to her again? You just don't know when to quit.”
“Let me ask you a question. Do you love your children?” She stared at Magus like he'd grown a second head for a few moments and then one of her eyes went bigger than the other and her mouth curled, half smirking and half snarling.
“How dare you pry into my private affairs and lecture me?”
“It's a simple yes or no Majesty, it's not a trick question.” Zeal glared with white hot rage, seemed to shake with it, and just when Magus was certain she would explode, she closed her eyes and smiled and her voice was demure.
“Of course I love Schala. She's been cared for all her life, sheltered in the palace where she eats the finest food, wears the finest clothes and receives the finest education. She's been entrusted by me with the glorious destiny or raising our kingdom to the greatest heights. That's how much I love my daughter.” Magus tried to douse the fire that was beginning to burn inside, she was infuriating. How could she possibly call that “love”?
“What about Janus?” Zeal's eyebrow quirked.
“The same for him. It's a pity he's worthless, if he had any magic or importance I wouldn't have to rely on that flighty girl.” Magus forced his fist to unclench as he listened to her talk about her son, about him, like a broken piece of old furniture. No, remember why you're here he told himself.
“Then if you love your children you won't run Schala into her grave and leave Janus without a sister. I'm telling you as your Prophet, that's what's in the future if you keep going this way.”
“You little nothing! You stick your cock in me a few times and suddenly you think you have a say in how things run? You're a person of importance now because I say you are! Tomorrow you could be shoveling shit along with the Earthbound if I will it!” Magus was almost shivering now with anger, he didn't know what he would do if he stayed and he grabbed for his cloak on the chair. He knew it was a mistake to turn his back on her but he had lost all but the barest sliver of self control over these last months. He couldn't keep up the charade anymore.
“I don't have time for this. Think about what I said.” Magus said lightly, but he felt himself twisting inside. His mother had always been vain and arrogant, but not evil, not really, but to hear her talk about her children that way! The orange dress was tight against the fever dream that was her body, her large bust rising shallowly with each breath. His anger was rising too, getting knotted up and confused with something else as his eyes flicked to her breasts and back to Zeal's flushed face. He felt hot blood rushing to his face, and down below. He wanted to see that imperious look wiped from her face. He wanted to tear the fine clothes off her body and force her smug lips around his cock and make the haughty voice to trill with unbridled lust. He wanted her now, finally, he just wanted to fuck the arrogance out of her until she could only beg for more, but he got ahold of himself instead. He turned to leave, and then she grabbed him by the wrist and turned him back around to face her before slapping him so hard across his face his head rang. He felt his lips twist by themselves into a familiar vulpine smile.
“You'll have all the time in the world if I send you to rot on Mount Woe! And how dare you smirk at me! Where do you get the balls to talk to me that way?”
“Right here!“ He hissed, and before she could register surprise he twirled Zeal around and pushed her against a pillar. Her breath caught and her hate turned to shock as he lifted the dress to reveal the swell of her ass pushing against her violet panties. He squeezed a round cheek forcefully and began to rub his middle finger where her legs met. Zeal gasped, at a loss for words as Magus began to bring more fingers into the act.

“What are you...what will you do?” She managed, and Magus slipped his fingers through the flimsy fabric in answer. Her flesh recoiled from him as he slid fingertips between the folds of her labia, then settled and yielded to his touch. His fingers found better access as he inserted one, testing and beckoning inside her. She tried to push herself away and then he adjusted his position and pinched her clit gently causing Zeal to wince. Magus moved even closer now, she was pressed against the pillar with his body against hers and she had to strain to turn and meet his eyes.

“Your Majesty, I fully intend on fucking your brains out.” Her eyes were astonished as she returned his assured gaze. He grasped the cleft of her smooth ass with his remaining fingers and gave her a little lesson with his middle as it went deep inside of her until she could barely stand and her juices flowed over his hand. Her legs almost buckled and she grasped the pillar for support. She slowly slid to the floor but he only moved faster within her, prodding and tantalizing her soft pussy. Magus let her get unsteadily to her feet before he gave her his finger again up until the knuckle and she gasped.

“But you never took control b-before!” Zeal shuddered and began to make coquettish squeals until he turned her face to his and shut her up with a hard kiss, pushing his tongue deep inside her mouth until her supple tongue wound against his in response. Undoing his breaches, Magus placed her manicured hand on his stiff manhood. The red nailed fingers seemed startled before beginning to slowly stroke, unsure of themselves.

“I've never seen you so hard Prophet! I haven't even cast the magic yet.”

“I don't need it. This time, I teach the lesson.” Magus grinned, showing her his fang-like canines, and reveled in her widening eyes. Her expression was surprised, nervous, and lusty. This time he would show her not the Prophet, but what Magus could do. He grasped a handful of Zeal's cyan locks in his hand and kissed her passionately, and his mother melted against him, compliant. He intended on fully enjoying the reversal.

“Now my 'Queen', he said, teasing the word, “I want you to lick this.” He pulled her hair gently to his shaft and she went where Magus led her.

A minute later, they were naked, and his mother was on her knees before him, but not in the way he'd dreamed of for so many years. Zeal was tonguing and sucking on his balls as the slim fingers stroked his cock. Magus had never had her this way, and he ran his hands through her thick crown of blue hair again and again and guided her mouth as she enveloped him, fully enjoying the blowjob without reservation. He wasn't sure he had ever been this erect before, even with the magic. Seeing the head of his cock disappear between her regal lips as the obedient eyes sought his approval thrilled him. “Who's worthless now?” He thought, pushing Zeal's head down as he thrust in time. Having reached what he felt was the very depths of depravity, he admitted to himself that he wanted her badly, to humiliate her the way she had always humiliated him. They had been doing it against his will for so long now, but this time he would lead, and it felt great.

When he was ready for more he led her to the chair, where he sat down and insolently leered at her body. For her part she looked unsure of herself and crossed her arms below her breasts.

“I want to revisit that first night. Stick your ass out and tease me again.”

“What if I don't want to?” She sniffed.

“Then you'll miss out on my best technique. I was going to let you have a taste of this if you were good.” Magus spread his hands before his taut body. “Now that we understand each other I'll do what I wanted to that night.” His cock throbbed expectantly before her and she blushed.

Zeal came to him hesitantly, and began to grind her bare slit against his hard rod. As she bent her knees her buns bounced and jiggled around, caressing the sides of his cock. Only this time there were no panties. With barely a motion he penetrated her silk softness, eliciting a loud surprised cry. She started to move but Magus pulled her firmly onto his lap and teased her with short rapid thrusts. He stopped moving and his mother's moan turned to one of disappointment.
“Say you want it.”

“I want it!”

“What is it you want?” He gave her just the head and she tried to take more of him but he wouldn't allow her to move.
“Please, give it to me now! I want your hot cock inside me.”
“Such a good girl.” He smirked and Zeal cried as he let her feel his full length, impaling her on his pillar. He sighed as she came to rest on his balls and for awhile he sat her in his lap, letting her wet walls clench his hard shaft. They kissed as he played with her heavy orbs and pinched both nipples before squeezing them together and sinking his fingers into their soft flesh. Now that he was no longer hung up on morality, he conceded that her tits were extraordinary, and delicious. Summoning his strength he picked her up by her legs and she held onto his neck for dear life as he carried her to the bed.

“On your hands and knees.” He murmured and she complied, her face had a red blush that was spreading to the rest of her body. He spread her folds and eased his cock into her to the base, before plunging in deeper than he'd ever been.

“Oh Gods! You're so deep, your cock is so good! Fuck me, please! Fuck your Queen!” Her tits hung like rockets, leaning forward he squeezed an enormous breast with one hand and steadied himself with the other as he drilled into her. Magus channeled all his contempt and frustration with her into every thrust and concentrated on punishing her and taking his pleasure.

“Do you like this?”

“Oh yes, yes!”

“You're just my plaything aren't you?” She looked back at him with her sly green eyes half lidded and her lips pursed in a small secret smile, and she began to buck against him deliberately. No, she wasn't taking control again, this time he would tame her. He stuffed Zeal full of his cock again, teasing her with each inch, then withdrawing ever so slightly, again and again. She seemed panicked.
“More, I want more!”

“Tell me what you want.” He sneered, and slapped her ass cheek.

“I want you to use my body, I want you to abuse me.” She said meekly.

“Then I'll play with my toy some more.” Magus rewarded her honesty with a rapid series of pumps until her cries of “More” turned from words into animal noises of lust. Zeal's groans and whimpers of pleasure became the only sound besides her son's balls slapping rhythmically against her as he pounded her hard.
“You're so good! Please split my pussy wide open!” He lifted her leg and rammed into her relentlessly and as she quivered around his shaft, before coming into her forcefully, filling her up with hot seed. She spasmed against him and pressed her ass firmly into this thighs, taking it all before he finally withdrew.

She lay crushed into the bedspread, the mountains of her breasts still tempting after that marathon session, and he took a moment to catch his breath. Her gasping breathing tapered off into a smug little smile that played across her lips. When she saw he was winded, she took his cock in her mouth and began to suck him off again. Very well he thought, I'm not finished either. They went all over the room. Magus fucked Zeal on her silken bedspread, pumping her from the side as she arched against him and gave herself over to his lust. She rode him in the chair, her long legs spread wide over his, bouncing on her toes and pounding down on his member as he played with her voluptuous tits. He lifted Zeal up, still inside of her and sat her on the edge of her desk and the spell broke for a moment.
“No, wait! My edicts!” She cried before he shoved the whole pile roughly off the desk. She began to scowl and say something before Magus drove into her and sharp tone changed to a girlish cry. Her eyes closed and she gripped the edge of the desk as he pounded her with renewed vigor, driving between the milky thighs and sucking on the nipples. Zeal arms wrapped around his back and she bit his shoulder as her insides gripped his cock. He spilled inside of her again and felt her twitch in response, she was full of his seed now and was so slick it was like fucking a pool of water but he still needed release. He kissed her and her hand crept down and massaged his reddened shaft.
“Prophet, how can you go on? I'm starting to chaff.”
“Lean over the desk and I'll give you something new.”

“What do you mean?” She asked and he grinned again as her curves loomed before him. Grasping her cheeks, he spread them and began to rub himself between her and she moaned. Her lips down there were still hot and open like her luscious mouth, but he was focused on the pursed anus above. She felt the head of his cock pushing against her and looked back at him panicked.
“No, not there! Stop, I won't allow-” She tried to resist but Magus was still very slick and he squeezed into her as Zeal's voice became a guttural groan. It was tough, like trying to squeeze a cucumber through a keyhole but he was unhinged with desire. He managed to get the entire head and another inch in and thrust into her gently, letting her get used to the foreign sensation, each stroke going a little deeper and her groan took on a hungry quality as she squirmed.
“How, how dare you?” She cried and he pulled her a little wider and managed to give her another inch. “Oh! Oh no! Oh!” Each thrust was punctuated by another piercing cry and her voice peaked and dipped as he moved. Magus managed to get two more inches as she loosened and Zeal began to move her hips against his pelvis.
“Have you ever done this before?” He breathed into her ear as he nibbled.
“N-never!”
“Do you like it?” Zeal was quiet and he reached down between them and stuck two fingers inside of her pussy in time with his thrust. “Do you?”

“Yes! I like it!” He rubbed his fingers against her walls in response, he could actually feel himself stroking against them from her other hole as he slid into her. “Yes, fuck me with both your cocks!” She cried and Magus pumped both faster. He couldn't get completely inside her, she was too narrow there, but there was no mistaking the pleasure in her voice. Magus watch his mother's ass as it rippled against each thrust, felt her bucking against him even as his fingers quickened. She was soaked, overflowing, and gasping a continuous cry of mindless pleasure. Magus thought of what he was doing to the Queen of Zeal herself, and it was too much to contain, he pulled her against him and emptied his balls inside her tight anus as they both cried in unison. Zeal convulsed and quivered before laying her head down on the desk and Magus sighed in deep relief as he lay against her back. He felt completely drained and strangely proud that he had pushed her to a new level of perversion. He pulled out of his mother with a soft pop and turned her head to kiss her, but gently now.
“Please Prophet...no more. I have to lay down.”
“I'll carry you to bed.” He murmured as he picked her up. She wrapped her around his neck and looked at him with a softening expression as he carried her to the canopied bed and he gave another small kiss in return. Magus still hated her and what they had just done was only a weird combination of lust and fury but that had all been released when he came inside her. It felt like had exorcised whatever evil was inside him for the moment. He laid Zeal down on the bed and took a moment to admire the beautiful, sweat glistened body and the carefully teased hair that now spilled out in every direction before laying down beside her. His mother nestled against him and they lay side by side staring up at the ceiling for a few minutes, just to trying to catch their breath back.
“Do you still think someone else is getting my best?” He asked and Zeal shook her head side to side on the pillow.
“No one's ever done that to me before.” She said, and her voice was somewhere between awe and indignation.
“Did you really like it?” He asked, pinching her ass softly and she squealed and then gave him an annoyed look.
“Yes.” She was silent for a minute. “It was embarrassing.”
“There's nothing to be embarrassed about. A woman like you should keep things interesting and experience pleasure without limits.”
“Maybe I had you figured wrong Prophet. Every time I start to get bored you find a way to surprise me. Promise me you'll fuck me like that again.”
“That way?”
“All of them. You were like a demon, I should make you angry more often.”
“Everything in moderation your Majesty.”
“Oh Gods.” She sighed in pleasure, kissing his neck. “It was all good. After that you can call me Verena.”
“Alright...Verena then. When we're alone.” Magus kissed her again and closed his eyes so she couldn't see them. He hadn't used her first name in decades, like everyone else he long ago stopped thinking of her as a person. She was the tyrannical ruler of the most powerful civilization in history. Her role as his mother had always been an afterthought, especially now as she lay entangled with him. What was he feeling? It wasn't love now, or even lust, but a kind of wistfulness for what might have been if her soul didn't belong to Lavos. She broke the kiss and rolled over to face the wall, speaking in a reflective tone he'd never heard.
“Perhaps I was...hasty with my words. Maybe after we've achieved immorality I would consider a relationship with you. Forever can be a long time. I always have be like stone, for the kingdom, so it's difficult to be soft even around loved ones.” Magus stroked her shoulder lightly, thinking. It was the closest thing to an apology he'd ever heard from her lips.
“The sex is good but wouldn't you like to have more moments like this afterwards? You don't have to put a show on for me your Maj-...I mean Verena.”
“I've been burned before. By that man who looked a lot like you. My husband had been dead for a year, Schala was growing up and I was getting older. I thought he wanted me for me. Oh I felt so alive, it felt like I was getting a second chance at life.” Her voice sharpened slightly, took back some of it's imperious edge. “It turns out he was just using me for my position, he moved on to younger women once the novelty wore off. For sex, as if I couldn't give him that. So when I'm with you, it's bittersweet. You make me feel young and sexy again. When I'm punishing you, I'm also punishing him. But you're not him. He tried to have me from the start and you always tried to fight me off. Till now.”
Zeal turned and kissed her son deeply and Magus returned it as their lips shifted against each other for dominance. Underneath the rich crown of her blue hair he could see her as she must have been when she was younger. So much of Schala's beauty had come from her, but the cruelty etched into his own features was also written all across her face. He writhed against his mother as their hands explored each others bodies and for a few more minutes he lost himself. Magus tried to think of her as Verena, as his mother, as his lover. He tried to think of a future with her, any sort of future where she would turn away from Lavos, and couldn't. Instead, he could only think of the statue's head rolling on the floor, the calmly arrogant smile still on it's lips. It was the last time he slept with Zeal before the end.

The next few days were a blur for Magus. He was kept busy pouring over work schedules and blue prints he barely understood. He thought of himself as a man who could master anything but it was dry, soul-crushingly dull work. Even Zeal left him alone for the time being, busy as she was there were no night time visits or day time "consultations", but she still crept into his thoughts. During odd moments he would remember being inside her and her confession in that strange moment of tenderness after.
Then there was Schala. If she had been overworked before, the strain of the new schedule must have unbearable. Outside of court Magus almost never saw her, she couldn't even make time for Janus. He tried to pick up the slack with the boy where he could but he was a poor substitute and soon the Prince was lashing out at servants and furniture and it seemed better to just leave him alone. When Magus did see Schala her expression was lifeless and washed out, but she did her duties with a grim determination. If her suffering bought the lives of some Earthbound she had never met she considered it a bargain. There were the few moments when he would see her in the hall, and it was then that she would seem to come back to life briefly and her beaming smile would break through.
To Magus it was like an angel and a devil sitting on each shoulder. On one, Schala with her gentleness and understanding, and on the other, his mother, damaged beyond repair and dripping sex. He was linked inescapably by blood and Lavos to the two women. Progress was proceeding at breakneck speed, and Magus was hurtling inexorably to his final fate, whatever that may be, when Mount Woe crashed into the sea. Magus had thought Schala had finally given up on him, and opposing their mother, but he was wrong on both counts...
Another long month. First off, I want to say thanks to everyone who left comments/reviews. I was really starting to flag after chapter 4, thought of even giving this up that's how tired I was, but the encouragement put the pep back in my step. Unfortunately I can't respond due to TOS, but I definitely read them! Outside of the sex I hadn't planned for Zeal to have a big part here. Considering the whole story started with her and it's been a Schala glut the last few chapters, thought she should get some exposition. Magus hates her, but especially with all the sex I thought he'd be a little conflicted by now. Yeah, the scythe scene drove up the word count, but I had room and it was fun to write, I also got to use the dropped Janus' father subplot in there a little.
Next chapter: The last, no kidding, no backsies, final chapter, and how would I sum it up after 4 chapters of build up? Schala! The kingdom of Zeal ends not with a whimper, but with a “bang”.
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