She is new.
My mother had mentioned a sister alongside my many brothers, but I have yet to meet her. Kirin and Kult, I know, and am beginning to understand. But this one. I wonder what having a sister will be like. Is her bloodlust and admiration for our father-god as great as the family I have met? My purple eyes watch coolly as she flits across the landscape to greet Khaos with a kiss. Mother is gone, our newest brother in tow behind her,but I have no doubt she will return soon. In her absence I will obey and greet my sibling.
But I will reserve judgement.
I make my way up from the shore where I have been counting the bones of the seal pup my brother and I caught. Curious, stupid things. One would think the rotting bodies of their comrades would keep them away. But they return like clockwork. It nearly takes the enjoyment out of the hunt.
I exchange a look with Kult as I pull up beside him, our bodies close, but respecting his desire not to be touched. I have seen that he enjoys being the one to touch, to tear, to trick, but he does not wish for it to be done to him. I enjoy both.
He says her name, our sister. Nicia.
Every line of her body promises sex in a way that reminds me of our Mother. I am as beautiful as they are, but I do not know how to convey that quality of seduction no matter how I study it. I arrive in time to see Kirin swoop in, with eyes only for our sister. While Kult looks away, I watch with a cold, academic gaze. Their desire seems perfectly natural to me, as if they are two sides of an unholy union. The laws of nature do not apply to our kind. We mate where we will and no one can be a better match than a fellow child of the iron god.
I wait as they greet one another, a stirring in my chest.
"Kirin. Nicia, I presume? I am Kersey, your little sister." I glance at the trio, adding "There is a new one. Mother has a child with her. And Raelynx is here."
the academic executioner
daughter of carnage and killgore