Locke: What the hell is this all about... I had things I had planned to do this evening... *begins to stroke X's hair like a pet*
Xerxes: *takes his usual spot at Lockes feet, feeling his fingers in his hair, letting out a contented sigh*
Anael: *doesn't say anything, just crossing his arms as he sits there, waiting to understand what is going on, or perhaps he is thinking of why his hair is blue*
Osirus: *softly* Waste of time...
Eden: Cora has a very important announcement to make that concerns all of you... *squeezes her arm around Cora's shoulder* Go ahead...
Cora: I'm pregnant.. I'm going to have a baby
Locke: Pregnant?! What are you trying to do... are you accusing me of being the father?!
Locke: I am not responsible for this!!
Eden: Like hell you are not responsible for this!! You are all as equally likely to be the father of this baby Locke... you are no exception!
X: a... baby... *becoming very quiet as his mind soon is lost in thought, his fingers figiting with Lockes pants*
Locke: *continuing to yell* There is no way I'm the father of this... this whore's child!!
Xerxes: *gets up, moving to leave the room* .... I need a smoke...
Osirus: I was right... this was a waste of time...
Anael: *mutters* On the black side of the glass... Peering through the mirror... Deep dark and ominous.... Consorting themes, demons I weave... Subservience from thee to lost..... *pauses for a second* Disguise the guilt... Sharp-eyed, impassive whore... Burn the asafoetida... And rank petriachor... Lure me panthered Faustia... With cunt and veiled womb... To prowl thy inner sanctum walls.... In Tirgoviste to resume Control
Locke: And what the hell are you doing here?! You damn hypocrite... screwing around with a human while you preach of your own half-sister's impurity!!
Anael: *starts to get very infuriated* Two thousand fattened years like maniacs... Have despoiled our common grave... Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs From the cradle to enslave?
Anael: *hisses* Now I slither through the hairline cracks... In sanity, best watch your back...
Cora: Why... why is everyone fighting? Why are you all so displeased?
Locke: I cannot be the father... this is fucking impossible.
Osirus: This issue is not of my concern...
Locke: If it's none of your concern then it's none of my concern either!! There is absolutely no way the whore's child can be mine!!
Osirus: unfortunately for you....you fail to realize something....you are cursed....yet this will not stop you from being able to reproduce...
Anael: We were as wolves preying inside the fold.. Of a slaughtered lamb throw
Locke: Locke: *hissing at Osirus* And how the hell do YOu think you are exempt from this?! You've had the little whore for yourself as well!
Osirus: Why is this so hard for you to grasp.... you are cursed.... I am dead... there is a difference between the two... your body still works... whereas mine does not...
Anael: She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night... And the bestial floor shook with terrible life.
Locke: *standing up in total sheer outrage* I am not taking responsibility for this damn whore's mistake!
Eden: Like hell you aren't!!
Eden: *nearly screaming* If this baby comes out with dark Hastings' hair.. and dark Hastings' eyes there is no goddamn way you will not be taking responsibility for it! We will know... we will know that YOU are it's father and you won't run away from it. Goddamn you - you won't!
Locke: *completely infuriated and yelling at the top of his lungs* I am NOT THE FATHER OF THIS WHORE'S BASTARD CHILD!!
Locke: *grabs the back of his chair, flinging it backwards, it hits with a sharp crack on the floor*
Locke: I'm leaving... I can't even look at you... you digust me so. *leaves the room*
Cora: *covers her face and starts to cry* Why...?
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