Sora's Darkness V3

He cries harder.
"What are you doing? Garnet is my precious treasure and you dare to throw yourself away?!"

 

"I can't handle your rejection anymore. You clearly love Malik more than me so go ahead and have him while I rot."

 

"Who is Malik?" She asks as she places her paw on Garnet's chest.

 

"Now you're just messing around with me."

 

"No, I only have you, Orochi, Sephana, and Garnet." She bites into her shoulder.
She whimpers.

 

"What are you doing to her and what about Jericho?"

 

She lifts her head. "That boy? I let him stay with his mother." She purrs as she nuzzles Garnet. "I'm letting my baby have all the attention she needs."
"I want you, papa."

 

"That isn't his mother." He headed off to his youngest child. He yanked Sora back to the main hall and rechained him.

 

She picks up her daughter by the collar.
She mentally cries for help.
"I'd like to see your method in action."

 

He picked up and cradled his bawling infant. He invaded Sora's mind and sent bursts of power into his core.

 

"I hate mommy."
He groans.

 

"You still have me, plus it's one of our puppet's faults that she's ignoring you." He sent an illusion in his mind that Luana was being tortured in front of him.

 

"Can you undo it?"
His eyes widen in horror and yells at her torturer.

 

"I can try."

 

She rips her daughter's flesh.
He screams in agony.

 

He put a shield that had his scent on it around Garnet. The torturer turned around to face him, revealing that it was Sora. "You've been tormenting her as long as she's lived."

 

"She's my daughter! I can't let go the only thing that means to me!" He shouted back.
She loses interest and found her other daughter.
She clutches what's left of her arm. "My right arm is gone, papa."

 

He stopped the blood flow by healing her. "Go help your sister. I don't care what you do to Luana. That thing isn't my wife."

 

"But you said you'll undo it!"
She wraps her arm around her sister then teleports to her father. "She's too strong in sorcery, papa. I don't know if I can take her with one arm."

 

"I'm trying to, son. It's more complicated than you think."