Unexpected love: Seeds of sorrow.

It has been a long time coming since Arbok was Home with his parents. He hadn't seen his family ever since he left for university and loved to spend some time with his little sister before she too joined the life of a student. His leaf greens wings spread out through the souring wind as he made his way through the air corridors above the city. He was flying towards the sprawling suburbs with only a tiny backpack nested safely between his wings.

Hoping the rest of his stuff has already arrived with overnight shipping, he tried to reach his mother to see if everything was set. While he did not precisely announce his plans to his family, a shipment of clothes and toiletries would hardly hide the fact he was coming home. The phone rang and rang until he has gotten her voicemail. "Hello, this is the voicemail of Hytra; please leave a message."

Arbok just hangs up without leaving a message. The hud on his flying helmet showed only fifteen minutes to go until he would arrive home. He lowed from the upper air corridor designed for trans-city flights to the lower flights for suburbs. He would soon turn towards the forest and towards his elderly home. While campus life was lovely and had its perks, nothing could defeat his parents' seclusion. In the middle of the woods, they had no one to worry about, and he longed for that pause again.

The forest came into view when he started to speed up his flying. The corridor was relatively quiet, and he could fly without worrying about any more dragons. At the city's border, the flight path stopped. He dropped out to what was called 'unregulated airspace'. He was now the only dragon flying around in a good ten kilometres. Nice and quiet with no anti-collision warnings from the flight helmet. He loved his mother for caring about his safety. The advanced flight helmet did get annoying from time to time with the bells and whistles it could throw up. Slowly five minutes turned to two, turned to one and turned to a soft landing at the lawn of his family home. His feet dug into the gravel landing strip his parents build just a few summers ago to avoid them having to land in dirt and mud when the weather was less pleasant. As soon as he landed, he removed his helmet to exitance the claustrophobic scent of the helmet and filtered air of that of the sweet smells of the forest, with helmet into his hands to walked to the front door and gave it a hard knock. Standing by to hug his mother as soon as she opened up.

However, no one did open up. Arbok was sure that his mother did not work today, only his father should be working, and where was his sister Hella? She should be free from college, or was she working too? He huffed at the mention of his sister working. She was a bit of a spoiled brat being the youngest, and always asked dad for money. Would he finally have drawn the line and demanded her to work?

He knocked again, but he fumbled to get his key from his backpack when he received no answer. It was always a bit of work to get his bag removed from the location between his wings. He was not used to wearing one for flights yet, and he stumbled with his wings. He usually wore a belly pack for his books in college, keeping his wings free, but during flight, it got annoying.

With his keys, backpack and helmet in hand, he opened the door to the house. Calling to anyone in the house and listening. He could hear soft whimpers from somewhere. Slowly he closed the door and tossed his backpack against the wall. "Anyone there? Mom?" he called again but still no reply.

Slowly he made his way to the large living room. In the hallway, he was frozen solid when he saw his mother sobbing on the sofa with a glass of wine fall broken. The wine already dried up on the glass table, the sip from the wine glass still lying around and broken. She was sitting folded around a soaked pillow, crying out her sorrow. In front of her was a phone screen that showed some kind of picture her gaze was fixed on.

"Mom!?" he called again, worried, never seeing his mother in such a state of despair, yet she did not respond. Too far gone in some kind of emotional blackhole she could not climb out from. Slowly he walked to his mother and hugged her, trying to comfort her. "Mom, what's wrong?" he asked.

She finally seemed to break her sobs, acknowledging him for a moment. She unclenched from the pillow just enough to point at the phone screen. His eyes traced the finger and made contact with the screen. His blood turned a kind of cold that one would do when emotions left someone. He was overcome with shock when he looked at the photo on the screen.

He could see his sister, her fire-red eyes, looking up in lust at whoever took the photo. Her amber lips were spread around a black cock that belonged to some black and green dragon. He slowly took the phone and looked at the lewd display his sister had set up. This must have been a wrong number, though he did remember that colour scheme from the male dragon's belly from somewhere--something familiar about it.

The caption on the photo said, "He is mine".

He took a solid ten minutes to restore himself and put the phone down upside down, looking at his mother. "Is that what is bothering you?" he asked softly. Receiving a slight nod from his mother. "Well, she is sexually maturing. Are you afraid she will leave you behind and find a man of herself? Growing up?"

He only received another hollowing cry from his mother. Apparently, whatever it was, his mother was in emotional pain. He must have overlooked something. He took the phone and closed the picture to see if he could find some relaxing music. The chat conversation popped up where the image came from.

"What the flying, ever-loving fuck" He cried out in shock. There was only one name on the top of the chat, well, not a name perse as a title. It read 'hubby'. A sicking feeling overcame him when he put the puzzle pieced together, followed by rage.

The next thing he knew, he stood from the sofa and took his own phone in hand and called his sister. Well, at least she answered the phone right away, perhaps expecting some kind of call.

"Oh, hello, big bro! what is up? How is university treating you?"

"Hello, sis" He gritted his teeth. "You are still home. I am coming over soon and was wondering if you are home" He swears he could hear something in the background, a wet slurp and his sister trying her best but failing to hold a moan.

"Oh no, sorry, I will not be home for a while. Visiting a friend."

Arbok could feel his anger trying to erupt like a volcano. "Uhu, and from the sounds that 'friend' is doing a good number on you."

"Yeah, sorry, you called in the middle of us getting it on, and he would not stop."

"slut."

"Okay, what the fuck brother, you just did not name-shame me, did you?" he could hear her sudden anger. "I have my needs."

"Oh," His tone grew cold as ice, as hard as emotions were just a moment ago. "No, I am calling you a slut for a few other things; first for breaking mother's heart. Secondly, fucking our father and thirdly for being a horny spoiled brad thinks only about her own fucking needs instead of what other people might fear. I better hope you are not fucking coming home, else the ancients know what I will do to you both" He hangs up before she could reply to his outburst of anger. He had to contain the urge to throw his phone away and breaking it into a thousand pieced. He looked with tears of rage at his mother.

His emotions were waring on without a break, anger for someone to hurt his mother. Betrayal for what his sister and father have done, and sorrow for realising what he was losing. He did love his sister, but after this, how could he ever love her again? How could he ever look at her? He steamed around in the living space, walking circles as his rage took over. Shouting to whatever ancients were listening to bloody murder and death. After he was done cursing his sister with everything he knew, he just made up curses for good measure.

After half an hour of uninterrupted curses, he cleared his head well enough to look at his mother again, overtaken with his rage. He did not realise that his mother needed his attention more than the whore of a sister he had and the backstabbing egg-breaking father he had the unfortunate faith to be sharing his blood with.

"Blood of the covenant thicker than the water of the womb, my ass." He swore a final time before concerning his mother. "Come here" He stretched his hand and slowly pulled his mother from the couch. "Let's put you to bed. You need to rest, mother" She let herself be guided like a lamb. She was weak and clang to him like he was a lighthouse in a sea that has been upturned by an angry ocean goddess.

He guided his mother to his room, hoping to avoid memories and scents that reminded her of the two family wreckers. He stayed with her, calming her until she fell asleep from exhaustion. He moved back to the living room to 'secure' the evidence. He scrolled through the chat and took screenshots, saving everything there was to be held. Lastly, he called a good friend of his, a lady who he has gotten relatively close to over the year in university. She also came from a rather close family like his -perhaps part of his family got a bit too tight.-

He, in the end, did not know why he called her to vent? For help? All he know was that he needed to feel safe again.

"Rytha, hello" his voice was tense, like a guitar string under too much tension.

"by the ancients, what is wrong" The dragoness, with a voice unnaturally smooth for a dragon, answered. "I haven't you heard this tense since the last test that you had to pass? Hell, even then, you were not as tense."

"Quite literally my fucking family."

Rytha took a moment on the other end of the line to process the sentence, trying to decipher the meaning. "You walked in on your parents doing it?"

"Ancients no, if I would, I would not have been bloody scared. No, I walked in on my mother crying because my dad sends a picture to her of my sister sucking his bloody, egg-breaking dick."

There was a silence that fell over the line, an awkward silence, a cold silence before Rytha spoke again. "The greats. That's terrible."

"Understatement of the year", He replied.

"How are you feeling by this?" She asked. Her own voice had cracked, betraying a hint of sorrow.

"Excuse my French but not fucking great. My mother is finally sleeping after I put her in my bed, properly from exhaustion. I don't blame her, I feel like all my life is sucked out of me by that damned succubus."

"Arbok." Her voice took a tone of welcome clarity. "Do you feel safe? Does your mother feel safe?"

"No. I feel like I can blow out any moment. I feel like going to my dad's office and spit acid on everything he has. Poison his whiskey, whatever."

"Okay, text me your address. I am coming over."

"But what about the time with your brothers?"

"They will understand Arbok, they will be there next year, two go to our university anyway next year. You sound like you need a clear head. I know I am still a student in therapy, but that's at least something, right? Before you ask, no, I am not going to try and fix anything. I am just here to support you. Besides, my dad is a divorce lawyer, so he can support when you know, your mother..."

"Thanks, Rytha, I owe you for this...I just feel horrible for taking you away from your family." Arbok felt a strange feeling overcome him, well not unknown, but right now it felt weird, a sense of calmness, that things will be alright no matter how fubar they will be.

"Listen, if it helps, you do not take me away from my family, but your sister and father did with their actions."

"Eh, well, I still have to repay you somehow."

"We talk about that next time Arbok. I do have something planned. Just text me your address. I will be there as soon as possible. Take care, love."

Exhausted, he let himself fallen back on the sofa. His head was soon too heavy to stay on his neck, and he fell down on his side. The weight spread of his body until it reached his eyelids, and he drifted off into a slumber that did not provide rest but nightmares of his sister and father. Demons that they would be coming home and spread their incestuous love over them. He meant it by saying she was a succubus. She changed from the annoying brad he did love and hated like a brother would to a succubus.