Flashback.

The darkness was growing.

Ezekiel was enraged.

He hadn't been able to tell his mother of Geoffrey's acts.

How he had spent hours writhing in agony. How he had shivered and shook and spilled out his guts. How he had spent the entire nights crying and it seemed like his tears had finally run out. How each cell in his body had ached. How his soul had been broken.

 He couldn't understand why he hadn't hurt Geoffrey already. That day however, he was going to change everything. He sat on the broken down chair, his eyes glassy, unseeing as he gazed into the distance. 

He still felt unclean. Impure. Ripped off his innocence.

He was quiet. He hadn't gone out to the streets today. Even though all his instincts wanted him to run away, he hadn't. He waited for the devil. Waited to hurt him.

Soon, the door to their apartment swung open and Geoffrey staggered in. Drunk as ever. The stench of alcohol penetrated Zeke's nostrils as he rose slowly from his chair, his heart hammering in his chest. He was terrified. But he was going to hurt him. He had to. His senses were electrified. All the stars would bow to him tonight.

Geoffrey grinned menacingly at him. "Hello Ezekiel," he said and walked over to him, stroking his hair and gripping it tightly as disgust filled Zeke's insides at the devil's touch.

Geoffrey crouched down, the overpowering odour of alcohol getting stronger and stronger. Zeke's heart was hammering. He was flinching from the calloused touch. But he remained quiet, his attention on hurting Geoffrey. Wanting to see him pay for his deeds.

"Looks like you have a real pouty face today," Geoffrey said, pouting mockingly. "My beautiful boy. Nothing a little kiss won't fix-"

He leaned forward, his lips puckered vehemently as Zeke broke free from his grasp and glared at him, his chest heaving. He could feel anger surging through his little body. White, hot, destructive rage pooling his organs as Geoffrey's eyes widened and he snarled. "I am not in the mood to pl-"

Zeke balled his fists, the unseen power within him calling to Geoffrey's life force.

His body became still, lurching onto his knees as he panted hard. Zeke stared at him, unflinching. Hatred radiating from him.

Geoffrey stared at him, his eyes wide as he took deep, ragged breaths. "What the fuck are you doing little beast?"

Zeke didn't answer. He wasn't sure what he was doing. He wasn't even sure if he was the one doing it. All he wanted was to hurt Geoffrey. To rip him apart to shreds.

Hurt him. Hurt him. Hurt him.

Blood splattered from the devil's nose as he gave out a surprised yell, looking at Zeke with horror. He tried to reach for him but couldn't touch him, his hand recoiling as if scalded. "Stop it! Stop it you little shit-" his breath caught in his throat as his mouth spurted out blood. Zeke stared at him, still wanting to hurt him. Take out his worthless heart and twist it.

Geoffrey took shuddering breaths, his entire body trembling as he started crawling away from him. He reached for the main door, desperately clawing at the handle as he pulled it open and dragged himself outside. Zeke watched him go, a trail of blood marking his steps. He was in no hurry to reach him. He knew he could whenever he wanted. He followed the pathetic crumpled figure of Geoffrey up the staircase and found him splayed on the roof, a pool of scarlet around him. Zeke stared upwards at the night sky and the shimmering blanket of twinkling stars.

They would bow tonight.

Zeke walked over to his broken body and stared at him impassively. He wasn't satisfied. He wanted to hurt him more.

Geoffrey's body trembled as he turned to look at Zeke, his voice shaking. "What the fuck are you?"

Zeke relished at the terror in his voice.

He needed Geoffrey to bleed like he had. He needed Geoffrey to scream like he had. He needed Geoffrey to burn like he had. He needed Geoffrey to die like something inside him had.

He started coughing as blood spurted from his mouth. He took deep, heaving breaths. His face pale from the blood loss.

Zeke stood and stared, his heart hammering wildly in his chest. But he didn't stop. Soon he would be devoid of the force that gave him life. Zeke sighed softly when the door to the roof opened a second time and his mother walked in, her eyes horrified as she saw the trail of blood ending at her husband. "Geoff?"

She ran over to him and bent down, taking in his pale, sweaty face, the blood trickling down his nose and mouth. She gazed at Zeke, her face pale, eyes horror struck. She saw his glassy purple eyes, his expressionless face, and realization dawned on her.

"Eejay, stop."

He couldn't hear her.

"Eejay, honey, stop."

He kept letting blood out of the vermin. Ravaging him.

"Zeke!"

Andromeda rose and stood in front of Geoffrey's body, shielding him. "EZEKIEL!"

Zeke's eyes finally left the writhing animal on the floor and glance at his mother. "He hurt me mom."

Andromeda gazed at him and crouched down. Her brown eyes gazing at him with concern. Fear. "Baby-"

"Why are you protecting him?"

Her eyes widened. "I...I am not protecting him sweetie."

"Yes you are," Zeke said, clenching his fists. His anger now concentrated on his mother. "I HATE HIM! AND I HATE YOU!"

He turned to go, tears threatening to spill over. His lungs were constricted, refusing to breath. His heart broken, refusing to beat.

He ran to the door of the roof and wrenched it open, running downstairs as fast his legs could carry him.

He stopped dead at the bottom staircase as he heard a scream.

Mom.

He ran upstairs again, his blood running cold as he saw Geoffrey, panting and pale but back to his feet as he wrestled with Andromeda who was trying hard to fight him off. Even weakened, his evil gave him strength.

Zeke ran towards the pair of them and started pushing Geoffrey with a loud shriek. He felt a kick to his leg as pain shot up the old scar. He didn't stop, he started pushing him. He needed to hurt him. He had to hurt him.

Geoffrey clenched a fistful of Zeke's hair and thew him backwards with a force that made him land on his back and knocked the breathe out of him. He watched in horror as he dragged his mother to the edge of the roof, hurling abuses. Spit flying from his mouth. His eyes glinting maliciously.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU GIVE BIRTH TO YOU, SLUT? YOU'RE A FUCKING WITCH!"

Zeke raised a hand, his body shaking. He needed to stop Geoffrey, he had to stop her. Geoffrey pushed his mother till she was half leaning over the railing. "I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!"

Hurt him. Hurt him. Hurt him.

Zeke called to the stars. Asked them to bow. He glanced upwards.

The night was now starless.

The universe was plunged into darkness. All their powers had been surrendered to him. It was time to act.

He fixed his gaze on Geoffrey as he spluttered, the breathe out of him again as blood started spurting from his mouth. He looked at Zeke, his eyes wild. His grip on his wife loosened and she straightened up, glaring at Zeke with horror in her eyes. 

Blood spurted from her nose. Eyes. Ears. Trickling form the corner of her lips.

Zeke could no longer control his powers. They were greater than the universe itself. He stared at them in horror as more and more blood flowed from their mouths. Their bodies becoming paler and paler. Zeke saw his mother's horrified eyes as she stared at him, her chest heaving. He saw the life ebbing from her eyes.

And still he couldn't stop.

A desperate sob escaped his throat as he tried with all his might to stop.

Andromeda's eyes rolled back in her head as she choked on her own blood, swaying on the spot as she leaned backwards, dangerously close to falling off the rickety railing. She fell  face down. Shivering. Shuddering. Shaking violently.

Geoffrey stared, horrified, his face sweaty. He gazed downwards, where his wife now lay splayed. Face down. Ragged breaths escaped him as he looked at the boy in front of him.

Inexplicable fear coursed through Zeke. His blood had frozen, his brain paralyzed. The blood from his nose and mouth were flowing relentlessly as he finally grabbed his wife with a burst of strength and Zeke watched in horror as she screamed and he hurtled her over the railing.

He rushed forward, his heart in his throat as the door burst open a third time.

He gazed down in horror at the floor. His mother's lifeless body lay in a pool of dark vermilion. His vision tunneled. A sense of vertigo. A sense of damnation.

A few strong hands grasped at him, pulling him away as he saw a haze of colours and heard a cacophony noises.

"NO OFFICER! IT WAS HIM! THAT LITTLE BITCH! HE KILLED MY WIF-"

And Ezekiel let the growing darkness embrace him as spiraled into oblivion.