32. Bowie & Oakley

Part 2

Commander Yuo, son of Gun, drank himself to death. His bloated corpse was found immersed in a wine barrel after his decomposing stink permeated the entire winery. Nyaamah tried to feel sad, but she couldn't. Things have changed since their return from Hellene. He changed. He was no longer the man she initially met. The exotic explorer. Mysterious silent stranger. His trauma used to be adorable, a man fighting to heal from his wounded gladiatorial past. But having taken Iesu's life, twice!, without reconciliation took a toll on Yuo's soul. Moreover, violated by his own father who had gone crazy-ever-erect-zombie was just bonkers. Too much for the poor Commander. And, imagine, he blamed Nyaamah for lopping his demented dad's head off.

“He would have fucked and killed you,” she shouted in rational defence.

But she couldn't get through to him. Nyaamah recognized that Yuo was just finding fault. Grasping for someone to blame. It was supposed to go well, leaving the Northern Hells to discover the world. Meeting Azazel who had in his bag the prospect of immortality. But the old Scapegoat played his trickster’s card. Permanent erection, uploadable and downloadable minds and bodies from the cloud, definite recipe for disaster. At least for mortals. Poor man. Everything went wrong for him. The son of Gun kept blaming himself and everyone around. He found the bottle and hooked himself to it, and that was it.

Nyaamah disengaged. Knew the day of his funeral would come. It was not that she was an unsupportive lover, she reasoned, but Yuo was beyond rescue. Her antenna sensed it, and she had no intention of drowning together with that man. Besides, she had a city to run, and Noah to love as well as the promise of being immortally divine - as a demon or as a god - to claim.

As for Noah, the lad is developing into a fine young man. Ironically, his time is done. The part of his life which history remembers, when he played the role of saviour, is over. Nyaamah ensured he was the hero of the ‘flood.’ Regardless of the variations of the story that emerged later, Noah was indeed the lead character on that day in Hellene. He initiated the distraction by throwing the hoary lord of Old Hellenna off the coliseum VIP balcony, he controlled the weather, he cast an illusion, a fog that caused the Hellennes to kill each other and self mutilate. Noah could have lived the rest of his days uneventfully, ruling a peaceful Enoch city, however, attaining adulthood, he discovered and loved the bottle almost as much as Commander Yuo did. Fault it on a headstart, on being a prodigy that stagnated off to a bored nobody, peaking too soon, he was often found faced down, snoring after soiling his pants, an undesirable habit from before his teens that he could never totally relinquish. That was bad enough, what's worse was that he was buggered and castrated by his second son after deciding to drink himself silly and go without pants. Noah figured that it was basically more practical to be in his birthday suit when he was plastered, since he was not master over his bodily functions during inebriation, unaware of the intention of his middle child.

On this matter, Nyaamah felt that she was cursed, the spirit of Yuo returning as poltergeist to deride her. Didn't the commander almost have his ass rode up by his father? In fact, Mr. Gun shot his load into his son in an uncontrollable impulse the moment he lost his head courtesy of Nyaamah. Didn't Yuo blame her for killing the fat old man, and indirectly, for being seeded by his ancestor in the fertile manure of his back garden? Now he returns. And what a comeback! Noah gets laid backdoor and clipped in the gonads by his spastic second son. Retribution. Karma. Nothing goes unpunished in the spirit realm. Wasn't Noah the initiator of the carnage at Hellenne? Millions of vengeful emasculated souls denied rebirth seeking revenge, possessing Ham to geld his father Noah. Just something she had to accept as being too saucy, too gossipy, to be ignored. One of those idiotic misdeeds that gets to be printed and recorded in the footnotes of history.

Ham, what a fucking retard. The result of recessive gene inbreeding. All that incest, something is bound to go wrong. The man-child whose name sounds like a slice of pig, the defect product of Noah's and Nyaamah’s intercourse, was he aware of what he was doing, deflowering his father's tight swastika and neutering him off altogether? Probably not. That mindless mumbling one. But thank god that's not what people remember most of Noah, hero of his generation; but still, that black mark of losing his ass and testicles to his imbecile son irks queen mother Nyaamah even as she readies herself for immortal status. Azazel tells her that she will be labelled as a demoness and disassociated from Noah, at least to mainstream thinkers. Promoted to the rank of egregore, she will be invoked by those in the future who understand the occult power of the sexual union between a mother and her boy, especially if that male child is destined for messianic legends. He will suffer one way or another, as Noah did, who lived a pedestrian life without balls and preferring the company of the bottle till his death at old age of an unceremonious affair.

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