(Vetro's POV )
Warning: Vetro is the villain, and his thoughts and behavior do not reflect a person of positive moral character in the slightest. I've avoided detailing every horrific thing he's done, but if you're sensitive to dark material, this chapter is skippable.
I didn't want to do it.
Ever since I can remember, multiple voices rang in my head—echoing my desires, even when I tried to ignore them. I loathed my father and craved my mother. Every time I saw them together... his filthy hands on her waist, or the way she smiled only for him—I burned inside. I watched, jaw tightened, fists clenched, stomach knotted with hunger and fury. Hiding it all with a practiced smile. That affection should be only for me.
That touch.
That place in her heart.
Nothing in me could tolerate sharing her.
When I confided in my brother with these feelings, hoping for some help or guidance, all he said was:
"That's not normal. There's something wrong with you."
He discarded me like a disease. He abandoned me in the middle of my storm.
So the storm raged on, and the intensity of my emotions heightened, resentment began to bloom towards him. My father. And anyone who would get in my way.
As adults, all my siblings went to Earth to find a spouse, of course I went with them.
I tried to mimic them. I ran through multiple human women, but they all fell too easily, and none were anywhere near as beautiful as my mother. It felt hollow.
Eventually… their deaths became more gratifying than the act itself. At the very least, their screams and pleas for mercy could excite me.
This routine kept the intrusive thoughts away and allowed me to remain civil with my family. The perfect solution.
I assisted in the deaths of hundreds, and I didn't feel guilty—there are still billions of humans left. Plenty of women to spare. I barely made a dent in their population. They were erasure, helping me control myself. Each one momentarily erased the desires I shouldn't have had.
Twenty years later, Tana was born. She was different than my other sisters, who looked like a combination of both our parents—she was almost an exact copy of our mother, reincarnated in an untouched form.
The way she tilted her head in confusion, the softness of her voice, the way she touched my arm when she spoke… it was like I had been given a second chance.
I couldn't help but dote on this little sister. I stopped taking trips to Earth, chasing fleeting pleasures. She was the only relief I needed. I instead spent my days teaching her and listening to her ramble about whatever popped into her head. It felt so incredibly rewarding—to see her grow up and have her rely on me. My heart raced whenever we were alone, but I was careful to never cross the line with her, but I didn't want to ruin our relationship.
For a while, I was able to repress my true desires, lurking deep inside. Decades of peace passed when one day Finn asked me:
"You're 51 now, don't you think it's time you settled down?" I shrugged. He had just burst into my room with this nonsense. I was busy practicing my calligraphy and tried to ignore him.
It seems like he's only visiting me after all these years JUST to insert himself into my business,
"What you told me before… about Mother. Do you still feel that way?"
His question made me pause mid-stroke.
"What did I say exactly?"
"You said… that you get annoyed when you see our Dad with our Mom. That you wanted to force her down and have your way with her. That you'd considered turning her into your slave if she rejected being your lover."
I laughed under my breath and continued writing. "What? I said that to you?... Odd."
It IS odd that I was once foolish enough to be so open.
"I only ask because... you've been spending so much time with our sister. It's worrisome. I don't want you to hurt her." That's when I threw my pen at him with so much force it cut through his body and embedded in the wall behind him.
"Mind your fu*king business," I threatened, my voice low, and staring him down. His lung was pierced, so he was struggling to speak, blood pooling in his mouth as he stumbled out of the room to recover. He's lucky he's not a human or he would have died right there.
Once I was alone, I recovered my pen and went back to writing.
I deeply regretted losing my temper... because two days later, Tana came to me in tears. She wanted to warn me about our traitorous siblings plotting against me.
I'm sure Finn was talking behind my back. How stupid, doesn't he realize that out of all of them, I was the one who spent the most time with Tana—mentored her, held her when she cried.
Of course she'd trust and respect me over them. They were fools to try and turn her against me.
I was only patiently biding my time because I wanted to ease Mother's defenses more. She was still the true prize I longed for.
It'll be difficult to win her over but now time is short because of their suspicions and meddling. Unfortunately, I have to do it now before their gossip reached her. Or before they try to get in my way.
So I prepared for a visit with mother.
Finn was waiting near our parents' home prepared stop me. As if he had predicted my every move.
He created a fireball so massive it eclipsed the three suns and he sent it spiraling toward me. In retaliation, I formed a pyramid of crystal shards around my body and flung myself into the fire. When I emerged through the flames, directly in front of him his eyes widened in shock. That was the last face he made before My crystal shield sliced his body in half. I released myself from the pyramid and sighed at his horrid state. I had to kill him instantly... So he'd have no time to recover before dying.
Since he's so determined to get in my way.
I opened a hole in the earth to swallow his remains, closing it seamlessly after to conceal what had happened. Then I headed to my original destination; knocking on my parents' door.
It was Kris, my father, who answered.
"Hey Vee, I heard a lot of noise just now. What was all that?"
I shrugged and gave him a smile. "I don't know."
I hate this stupid piece of s**t. Why would Mother waste her time on him, when I look just like him but I'm genetically better?
Because unlike him, I was never a disgusting human—I'm a part of her. A pure Infaniyan. Younger, stronger, and superior to him in every way.
"Can I speak to Mom? Is she home?" I asked, walking past him without making eye contact.
"Yeah, she's here, in the back. I'll take you to her."
"No!" I shouted, but that I put my hand over my face and recomposed myself, noticing how perturbed my outburst made him.
"It's a surprise for you and the others, so I wanted to talk to her alone," I stated calmly.
Father perked up at the word "surprise" and beamed as he asked, "What's the occasion?!"
"The occassion is... love... I just want to show you all just how much I love you." He laughed and said,
"Okay then, I'll get out of here. I'd be too tempted to eavesdrop if I stayed." He cheerily rushed out the door waving goodbye like a jackass the whole way.
The moment the door shut behind him, I dropped the act.
My face ached from holding the smile. I rubbed it away like filth, then I made my way to find Angel.
She was in her robe and underwear, painting. That was normal for her and it also explained why she hadn't noticed me enter the room.
"Hi, Angel."
She jumped at my voice and spun around on her swivel stool.
"Oh! My eldest!" she cried, floating across the room to embrace me. "I wasn't expecting you!"
"This was a… spur-of-the-moment decision," I replied.
She kissed both my cheeks, making me chuckle.
My heart filled with butterflies—my head filled with thoughts I knew she'd never approve of.
"I'm sorry, I should wash up and get dressed."
"Why? It's just us, and you look fine." I assured as I brought her in for another hug, savoring our closeness, and taking an eyeful of her bare skin.
"So, did you need anything, or did you just miss me?" she teased, gently pulling away from my hug.
I let her go and looked into her eyes.
"I... have to talk to you about something," I began, "It's going to sound crazy at first, but please hear me out."
She tied her robe and nodded, taking a seat on her stool and spinning aimlessly.
"I'm the perfect match for you. In terms of looks and talent, you'd lose nothing by choosing me. I can protect you. I can create stronger offspring with you… than—"
Her face began to twist with confusion, so I continued, this time trying to explain more clearly,
"I'm the perfect match for you. I look like him, but I'm yours. I'm strong enough to protect you, smart enough to understand you. I was born from you, not made your equal through pity. Father needed you to share your power just to live here, to stand beside you—but I was created already worthy. He gave you me. And now… you don't need him anymore."
I felt light, euphoric. Years of silence cracking open into revelation. She had to understand now.
But she didn't.
Her smile faltered. Her lips parted in disbelief. She started shaking her head, mumbling,
"No." Over and over.
"WHY NOT?!" I didn't want to scream—but I did. She raised her voice back,
"Get out!" I walked toward her with my hands up, trying to make peace, but she stood up and shouted louder, "Leave now!"
So I embraced her and tried kissing her—to convey my feelings that way.
Tried to show her what words failed to express.
She resisted. Bit me. Fought me.
But I held her.
Her struggle was beautiful—so full of fire. Her pain was radiant.
The pain from her resistance was tolerable. I wasn't deterred, because somewhere deep inside, I knew she'd come around.
That her rejection was just fear of breaking taboo, not disgust.
Then Father returned.
He walked in on us and stood in shock for just a second before his fists, sheathed in ice, cracked across my skull.
I stumbled over, dazed, watching the human who dared to strike me.
He thinks he needs defend her.
She was strong enough to fend me off herself, but she resisted using her powers.
She would barely even fight back.
She loved me too much. She was still trying to protect me.
That's how I knew—knew I still had a chance. Even if it takes years I could wear her down, as long as he's not in the way.
We fought, hand to hand. I mirrored Father's moves, his stance, his strikes—everything he taught me.
But I was no longer his student.
When the ice on his fists collided with the crystal shards coating mine, it shattered. Cracks ripped through his skin, his arm fell into pieces, and his body crumbled at my feet.
The student had surpassed the master.
"Stop it!" Angel's scream split the sky. A white light exploded from her body, erasing the house in an instant—but I remained. Even now she wouldn't truly harm me. Such a loving mother.
She picked up Kris's body and began flying away. I followed in pursuit.
"You see I'm right! Why are you being so stubborn?! I'm the better option! It's a fact! He lost!"
My siblings, alerted by the noise Angel made, intervened.
They took her side instantly and attacked me.
I was eventually worn down and overpowered. As punishment for my crimes they sent me to Earth, and cursed me so I couldn't return to Infaniya.
Tana had stood up for me, so she was banished too.
It was better than being alone. But I was bitter.
Bitter about Mother's stubbornness.
Bitter that Finn forced me to be so reckless.
Disappointed by how they ruined Tana's face in our battle.
I helped her bandage the scars, helped her hide them—but she was still only a fraction of her former beauty.
Just so you know I didn't want to do it.
I'm talking about the things I did next, to Tana.
She's inoccent in all this... I know Tana relies on me—sees me in a better light than she should. I'm all she has, especially now.
Her injuries helped me resist her for a while, but day by day it became harder.
Especially since she insisted on being so sweet and kind to someone like me.
Every act of care was a nail in my restraint. Tana was so understanding.
She didn't see me as a monster, even now. She took care of me in every way... except sex.
But everytime she smiled at me, a dark thought flickered into my mind.
It happened because I was irritated. With no release. I shouldn't have to live on this primitive planet any longer.
Sure, I killed some of them—but they chose to stand against me.
I was only trying to get my mother to see reason, is that so wrong?
One day I was especially irritable and Tana tried to comfort me again. It was too endearing for me to handle so I locked myself in my room, trying to push away the urges, for her sake.
But while I was mid-spiral, she knocked—naive, cheerful, trying to lift my mood.
The healthy half of her face glowed like a memory of Mother… so pure…
At that instant I snapped.
That same face distorted in pain moments later. She screamed. She begged. But she looked and sounded too much like Mother. It was addictive.
I couldn't stop.
I tilted her face to the side, the way I wanted. Hiding the ruined part. Looked only at the part I could still love, as I took her for five days straight.
I hadn't known how much of a sadist I was until I realized how excited her tears made me.
I hoped once would be enough. But her pain… her body… it made me feel. Really feel for the first time in years. I'm not strong enough to resist after having it once.
No one compared to her. Even after centuries when I established my harem. Not even thousands of others could please me like her.
I pampered her when she behaved. Kept her sheltered from my worst violence. Told myself I was merciful.
But I'm not stupid. I know she hates me now. That doesn't matter though, as long as she stays with me.
She's the only one who's ever come close to my goal.
But she's not the goal.
Angel is... I will have her, alive or dead, it's her choice. That's the only way both me and my sister can be free.
-End-