This chapter was written in collaboration with Scylla.
Scylla’s open palm flew across his face, as her anger spilled over upon the mention of her father.
“How DARE you bring my father into this!”
Her vision blurred in rage, as she continued to lay into Amon, free of any composure and restraint.
“You were his favorite student, a son that he never had!” She grabbed Amon’s shirt and shook him violently. “He let you get away with everything! Including his own murder under the reign of your perfected psychopathic Xande!”
“He loved you, Amon – at times it seemed more than even his own blood. And you let him die… for what? A play at power at the old rotting empire’s politics…” She turned aside, shoving him away violently.
“I won’t be having it for this world.”
Scylla looked up at the green signal on the screen, awaiting her command. She gave last words at Amon, hoarse from yelling.
“Clio… my Dad… anyone… who afforded you position or power ended up dead, whether they loved you or not.”
Amon sat, stunned at her outburst, enduring the onslaught of inaccuracies. He was unable to get a word in, even if he’d known what to say. That was, until the end. Until Scylla said her name.
It was his turn to curl his lip upward, though it already felt heated and swollen from the slap he’d received. His words came out as a hiss.
“You… how can you even speak Clio’s name after what you did to her? You betrayed her and assisted in her capture… which led to her execution!” The Elezen balled his fists, though he had no means of displaying the depth of his wrath. His voice was strong, raw and furious, a rare thing for him to display outright.
“You have NO right to berate me for what happened to your father – which was completely out of my hands – when you probably delighted in Clio’s death. Was that just to strike back at me? Was that your game? Clio may have been a traitor to the Empire, but you knew her… you knew her intentions!”
Amon looked the other way, trying to regain his composure.
“I never wished your father ill! He was one of the kindest Allagans I knew. Obviously, that kindness did not pass down the family line.”
It wasn’t working. He was mouthing off now. Seeing that he was still at her mercy, this probably wouldn’t end well… but he didn’t care. His voice oozed with taunting loathing.
“So what are you going to do to me, Princess? Will that really soothe your soul? You best measure your sins well, lest they suffocate you in your sleep.”