Father Voltaire
A Necessary Evil
Damian's Stepfather was tossed across the floor, rolling to a halt in front of the coffee table in the middle of the room. At this point he was cowering in fear at witness to what his Stepson really was. From the ground, he was able to get an eyefull of what Damian has transformed into. His upper torso, head, and arms were coated in a shade of black darker than what the eye can perceive. The aura perfused off of Damian's form at an extreme. It was so powerful it almost coated over his bottom half. The empowered teen stepped slowly over towards his hated Stepfather. Despite feeling lighter, the power that cloaked him was sort of impeding his movement. As he moved, the miasma surrounding him dragged from his ligaments. It was still obvious that while given more control of his abilities he still didn't have a mastery over his Zodiac's power. No more than a few inches away from his prey Damian stood over his Stepfather and crossed his arms, plotting what else he can do to traumatize his "father." "L-L-Listen Damian! Son! I-I-I don't know what the f**k you are man but come on man think of the fam--" The glare on Damian's concealed face tightened. At the first sound of the word, Damian shoved a smokey tendril down his Stepfathers throat. Silencing him. The fog permeating off the tendril began to choke the man, as you could hear muffled gasping and his eyes begin to well up. "Family? Is that what you were about to say? Hilarious. The man who tears this household asunder wants to talk about FAMILY!" Damian lifted his Stepfather by his head, still choking him from within his throat and tossed him aside, over to the metal banister besides the stairway. Upon impact, you could hear the metal ring as the man clumsily fell off, rolling down the steps. Damian pulled his Stepfather towards him and had him at eye level. "I want to show you something." Damian dragged the man up the steps and into his room. When his Stepfather began to cower and weep Damian wrapped his mouth shut, not wanting to hear him anymore. Mouthed tendrils shot over to a wooden drawer, opening the doors and searching for something inside.. Not too long after, they pulled out a number of papers with sketches on them. He forced them into the face of his Stepfather. "Do you see what's drawn here...? It's you. Being killed. By me. I longed for the chance to end your miserable life and and stop mine from continually becoming more miserable! Now I have that chance." His Stepfather muffled shrieks only grew louder. He shook his head and fear filled tears fell down his face. The noise was beginning to get to Damian. He was sick of the mans voice. He clenched his fist, shaking it some before loosening his fingers. Upon opening his fist, Damian's fingers extended into scythe-like claws. "SHUT UP!" Damian swung at the mans neck, a dark smog shot from his Stepfathers neck but the cut wasn't apparent. Upon noticing this, he realized when Damian had him skewered against a wall, no blood was drawn... Despite that, his Stepfather's eyes rolled back and he fell limp. Damian let the man go and watched him fall with a thud. Seeing his Stepfather dead at his feet gave him a feeling of total satisfaction. Years, years of torment, anger, depression, and feeling helpless in his own home was finally over. Now that the horror has ended Damian couldn't help but laugh while eying his handiwork. He was so overcome with joy he couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh finally.. Hehehehahahahaha! Who knew it would be this easy!"