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Sins of the Father Chapter Forty Nine (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE (tm), Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta... We're plotting things for your visit, lol... the Red Moon is being wicked. *G * InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are fantabulous for archiving/hosting. :) ProPhile is an extra nice smutmuse...to prove it, there's smut in a few chapters, lol. Morgan... *GLOMP * Readers/Reviewers: This should wrap up in about ten or twelve chapters so...yeah...lol. ;) Thanks for reading/reviewing! *glomp *
Professor Xavier was finally alone. The weight of it all seemed to press from all sides, making him feel insufferably small in a world much too large for him or his kind. The machinations he had been responsible for setting into motion now seemed almost hopelessly off track, careening towards inevitable disaster. It was nearly nine o'clock at night and he felt the void left by the missing students, the ones he considered most like the children he had never had. Warren, Betsy and Banshee were already gone, not even pausing for the niceties of greetings, and well on their way to the place Cerebro had shown them. Logan was gone still, looking for the other group. Above his head, in their little rooms, the Professor felt the others moving. Currents of doubt and uncertainty emanated from them like rivers of heat and nausea, wending into his mind and soul. He felt the anger, the distrust, the pain... He could do so little right now, but he knew that the little he could do would be enough. Doctor Beck had asked him to be patient but he decided, then and there, that the limits of that particular virtue had been long breached in this situation. He considered calling them all down for a conference tonight but could not... Not with Kurt and Kitty in the medical wing, not with Beast running a battery of tests... He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in response to the rising headache. Kitty had sworn she had seen something after the blackout, something Kurt swore he saw, too. But Beast could not see it and neither could he. "Epidemic hallucination, brought on by stress, possible mild telepathic links," he muttered to himself, wheeling around the desk to head to the door leading to his private suite.
"It would be easier," the low, accented voice said from seemingly nowhere, "if I had appeared as a beautiful woman, perhaps..." Out of thin air, a woman with the golden olive skin of the Indian subcontinent stepped forward. Her hair, heavy and blue-black in the moonlight, was twined with fragrant flowers. She wore a sari of the darkest red material the Professor had ever seen, shot with silver and gold. Her legs seemed to stop well before the ground, the sari empty below her knees.
He did not pick up any sign of life from her and for a moment, a childhood fear of ghosts fought for space in his breast with his breath. Just as quickly as she had come, she was gone. He sat a moment longer then moved.
Kitty scratched absently at the spot on her arm where Beast had drawn the second vial of blood. "Sorry," she muttered to Kurt. "Just for future reference, next time you see a god, I've found out it's a good thing to pretend you didn't."
Kurt sighed in the bed next to hers, his hands folded behind his head, his tail swishing idly off the side of the bed. "On the plus side," he opined, "we don't have chores tonight so long as we're in here. On the down side... they think we're insane."
"I think the ship's sailed for that diagnosis," Kitty sighed, flopping back onto the bed. "This year and a half has been enough to put me in the looney bin anywhere except here..."
"Living with mutants does have it's advantages," Kurt replied, yawning a little. "Kitty, what was that?"
She became very quiet for a minute or two before responding. "Kali. Or Kali-Ma. 1 Shiva's her consort..." She sighed again. "I looked her up when I started seeing Shiva a while back and...well..." She glanced over to see if he was believing her or pitying her. Kurt returned her glance with interest and something akin to fearful compassion. "She's a dark mother, a destroyer goddess who destroys to bring life."
"Was?" Kurt asked flatly. "I'm Catholic...can you dumb it down a little2?"
"It's hard to explain," Kitty began, then shook her head. "Long and short of it is, she destroys things that need ending so new things can take their place."
"Why didn't she stay?" he asked after a moment. "She came and went... I think...I don't know what to think about this..."
"I don't know," Kitty replied. "Shiva told me to expect her but I thought she'd linger. Or at least let herself be seen," she added sulkily.
"You complain much3," a strident female voice informed Kitty. Kali Ma, her hands with their gory trophies by her sides, stepped into view from thin air.
Kurt blinked and struggled to sit up. "Kitty..."
"I know," she sighed, reaching to take Kurt's shaking hand. "It's okay."
Kali glanced between the two of them and her red lips creased in a smile. "You fear much, Kurt. Just think of me as one of your saints, perhaps." She paused and shifted her weight to her other foot, never letting both touch the ground at the same time, resulting in an odd hopping motion. "Shiva was right to tell you to expect me, Kitty. I am long over due..."
Kitty squeezed Kurt's hand and cleared her throat. "What...er...what's going to be destroyed? It can't be this place, can it?" She paled exponentially. "Please?"
Kali rolled her eyes theatrically. "You mortals always so concerned with material things-homes, toys, money... This is why I am long overdue!" She raised the hand holding the demonic head, severed at the neck and no longer actively bleeding but still relatively fresh. "He paid for his materialism as well. It is the time of the crone, the winnower and reaper. She must come before the mother!"
"Kitty," Kurt whispered into the following silence. "I think we're so screwed..."
1 http://home.att.net/~gentletouch/kali.html http://www.angelfire.com/realm/bodhisattva/kali_ma.html http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kali
2 I'm KIDDING...don't be so twitchy!
3 IIRC, the Viking woman in The 13th Warrior said that.
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE (tm), Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta... We're plotting things for your visit, lol... the Red Moon is being wicked. *G * InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are fantabulous for archiving/hosting. :) ProPhile is an extra nice smutmuse...to prove it, there's smut in a few chapters, lol. Morgan... *GLOMP * Readers/Reviewers: This should wrap up in about ten or twelve chapters so...yeah...lol. ;) Thanks for reading/reviewing! *glomp *
Professor Xavier was finally alone. The weight of it all seemed to press from all sides, making him feel insufferably small in a world much too large for him or his kind. The machinations he had been responsible for setting into motion now seemed almost hopelessly off track, careening towards inevitable disaster. It was nearly nine o'clock at night and he felt the void left by the missing students, the ones he considered most like the children he had never had. Warren, Betsy and Banshee were already gone, not even pausing for the niceties of greetings, and well on their way to the place Cerebro had shown them. Logan was gone still, looking for the other group. Above his head, in their little rooms, the Professor felt the others moving. Currents of doubt and uncertainty emanated from them like rivers of heat and nausea, wending into his mind and soul. He felt the anger, the distrust, the pain... He could do so little right now, but he knew that the little he could do would be enough. Doctor Beck had asked him to be patient but he decided, then and there, that the limits of that particular virtue had been long breached in this situation. He considered calling them all down for a conference tonight but could not... Not with Kurt and Kitty in the medical wing, not with Beast running a battery of tests... He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in response to the rising headache. Kitty had sworn she had seen something after the blackout, something Kurt swore he saw, too. But Beast could not see it and neither could he. "Epidemic hallucination, brought on by stress, possible mild telepathic links," he muttered to himself, wheeling around the desk to head to the door leading to his private suite.
"It would be easier," the low, accented voice said from seemingly nowhere, "if I had appeared as a beautiful woman, perhaps..." Out of thin air, a woman with the golden olive skin of the Indian subcontinent stepped forward. Her hair, heavy and blue-black in the moonlight, was twined with fragrant flowers. She wore a sari of the darkest red material the Professor had ever seen, shot with silver and gold. Her legs seemed to stop well before the ground, the sari empty below her knees.
He did not pick up any sign of life from her and for a moment, a childhood fear of ghosts fought for space in his breast with his breath. Just as quickly as she had come, she was gone. He sat a moment longer then moved.
Kitty scratched absently at the spot on her arm where Beast had drawn the second vial of blood. "Sorry," she muttered to Kurt. "Just for future reference, next time you see a god, I've found out it's a good thing to pretend you didn't."
Kurt sighed in the bed next to hers, his hands folded behind his head, his tail swishing idly off the side of the bed. "On the plus side," he opined, "we don't have chores tonight so long as we're in here. On the down side... they think we're insane."
"I think the ship's sailed for that diagnosis," Kitty sighed, flopping back onto the bed. "This year and a half has been enough to put me in the looney bin anywhere except here..."
"Living with mutants does have it's advantages," Kurt replied, yawning a little. "Kitty, what was that?"
She became very quiet for a minute or two before responding. "Kali. Or Kali-Ma. 1 Shiva's her consort..." She sighed again. "I looked her up when I started seeing Shiva a while back and...well..." She glanced over to see if he was believing her or pitying her. Kurt returned her glance with interest and something akin to fearful compassion. "She's a dark mother, a destroyer goddess who destroys to bring life."
"Was?" Kurt asked flatly. "I'm Catholic...can you dumb it down a little2?"
"It's hard to explain," Kitty began, then shook her head. "Long and short of it is, she destroys things that need ending so new things can take their place."
"Why didn't she stay?" he asked after a moment. "She came and went... I think...I don't know what to think about this..."
"I don't know," Kitty replied. "Shiva told me to expect her but I thought she'd linger. Or at least let herself be seen," she added sulkily.
"You complain much3," a strident female voice informed Kitty. Kali Ma, her hands with their gory trophies by her sides, stepped into view from thin air.
Kurt blinked and struggled to sit up. "Kitty..."
"I know," she sighed, reaching to take Kurt's shaking hand. "It's okay."
Kali glanced between the two of them and her red lips creased in a smile. "You fear much, Kurt. Just think of me as one of your saints, perhaps." She paused and shifted her weight to her other foot, never letting both touch the ground at the same time, resulting in an odd hopping motion. "Shiva was right to tell you to expect me, Kitty. I am long over due..."
Kitty squeezed Kurt's hand and cleared her throat. "What...er...what's going to be destroyed? It can't be this place, can it?" She paled exponentially. "Please?"
Kali rolled her eyes theatrically. "You mortals always so concerned with material things-homes, toys, money... This is why I am long overdue!" She raised the hand holding the demonic head, severed at the neck and no longer actively bleeding but still relatively fresh. "He paid for his materialism as well. It is the time of the crone, the winnower and reaper. She must come before the mother!"
"Kitty," Kurt whispered into the following silence. "I think we're so screwed..."
1 http://home.att.net/~gentletouch/kali.html http://www.angelfire.com/realm/bodhisattva/kali_ma.html http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kali
2 I'm KIDDING...don't be so twitchy!
3 IIRC, the Viking woman in The 13th Warrior said that.