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A continuation of "Ben's Brother." (https://www.furaffinity.net/view/13048292/)
Based on the world of DMFA by
missmab
Daryil, Jakob ©
tapewolf
Tomara hurried to the basement. The viewscreen was chiming, and Ben was too busy cooking to answer it. In her arms bounced baby Michael, who had just turned two that year.
She took the call an equine Angel couple appeared on the screen. Both of them had blue hair that matched the color of Ben’s fur. The male spoke, “…Tomara? Is that you? It is us, Ben’s grandparents. I’m sure you remember us from the baby shower?”
“Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Lu’Fenah, right? Yes, of course I remember! Oh!” She turned Michael toward the screen. “Say ‘hi’ to your great-grandparents, Mikey!”
Michael just stared as if he were watching paint dry.
Mrs. Lu’Fenah smiled and waved, but her husband just cleared his throat. “Actually, we were calling to speak with Ben. Is he there?”
“Oh yes, he’s upstairs.” Tomara turned toward the stairs and called, “Ben!! It’s your grandparents!”
Ben soon hopped down the stairs with a pair of oven mitts in his hand. He grinned at the screen and said, “Grandma! Grandpa! What’s up?” Then he turned to Tomara. “Hey baby, the pizza’s almost done. Could you keep an eye on it?”
Tomara smiled and nodded, and headed back up the stairs. After she was well out of sight, Mr. Lu’Fenah spoke.
“Ben, we wish to speak with your Lord Daryil on the matter of your brother’s new body. Can you get us in contact with him?”
Ben’s smile twitched a little. “Oh yeah, sure, I can do that. Just a sec.”
As he dialed in the number, Ben secretly prayed that Daryil wouldn’t try to seduce him again in front of his grandparents. The screen split in two and Lord Daryil appeared next to the image of Ben’s grandparents, and Ben breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t doing anything explicitly seductive. He was, however, wearing a shiny, tight catsuit.
“Ben!” Daryil cried, throwing his arms out in a welcoming gesture. “Just the bish I wanted to see! Your brother’s body is almost completed! Oh, and who might this lovely couple be?”
“Hello, Milord. These are my grandparents—from the baby shower, remember?”
Daryil’s face lit up. “Mr. and Mrs. Lu’Fenah, of course! Sorry again for hitting on you, sir.”
Mr. Lu’Fenah blushed a bit and ignored that last comment. “Lord Daryil, we wish to speak with you about the payment for our grandson’s new body.”
“Ah yes, Ben did say you might help with that.”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, we would like to pay for it.”
Daryil looked a bit confused. “How much of it?”
“All of it. Anonymously.”
Ben felt his jaw fall. Even Daryil looked stunned.
“That’s… very generous of you, sir,” Daryil began, “but the cost is well over a hundred-thousand gold coins…”
Ben’s grandfather held up a hand dismissively. “That will not be an issue. As a matter of fact, I am the president of the Bank of Solomon. Money is no object.”
Daryil blinked. “The Bank of Solomon! I thought I had seen your face…”
Ben interrupted the conversation by clearing his throat loudly. “Excuse me, Lord Daryil. Would you mind if I spoke with my grandparents? Privately?”
Daryil looked from Ben to Ben’s grandparents and back again. “Yes, uh, sure Ben. Just call back when you’re ready.”
The screen folded back again and Daryil disappeared. Ben fixed his grandparents with a suspicious glare. “All right, what’s all this about? I can see you wanting to pay for Tim’s body, but to keep it a secret from my mother as well?”
Mr. Lu’Fenah’s face hardened. “That is none of your concern, Benjamin. And you will not speak with anyone about this, especially your mother. Is that clear?”
“I will tell her, if you don’t tell me what’s going on.”
Mr. Lu’Fenah raised a thick finger and began to speak, but his wife stopped him. “Bartholomew, we really should tell him.”
“Enough, Glenda! He does not need to know.”
“He deserves to know the truth!”
Mr. Lu’Fenah growled. “Fine! I know you will just go behind my back to tell him anyway. But if he tells Lynn…”
“He will not.”
Ben’s grandfather folded his arms and fixed him with a disapproving glare. His grandmother turned to speak to him. “Benjamin, your grandfather and I wish to pay for your brother’s new body because we feel… responsible for his death.” Ben raised an eyebrow and she continued, “As you know, we never approved of your mother’s marriage to your father. But, we loved her, so we allowed her to follow her heart, in the hopes that our grandchildren would be born at least half-Angel. But then you were born, and your sister, and your other sister… and none of you were even close to being even half-Angels. So, we… influenced your mother’s last pregnancy.”
Ben could feel his hackles rising. He did not like where this was going. “What do you mean, ‘influenced’?”
“Do you remember that ‘emergency procedure’ your mother went through soon after she found out she was pregnant? We set that up. Those two doctors were actually your grandfather and I in charmed disguises. We weren’t healing your mother’s womb; we were infusing the fetus with our power.”
”That explains why Tim was the only half-Angel out of the four of us,” Ben thought.
“…The procedure was a success. Your brother was born half-Angel. However, there were… side effects.”
Ben looked like he had been slapped in the face as the realization dawned on him. “Wait a minute,” he began to shout, “you mean that’s why he was always so weak? All those surgeries he went through, all those times we feared for his life whenever he got sick, the hell my family went through… The hell he went through! That was all because of you!?”
Mrs. Lu’Fenah began to cry softly. Mr. Lu’Fenah put his hands on her shoulders and said, “That’s enough, Benjamin. What we did, we did for Lynn. We don’t expect you to understand.”
By now, Ben was downright livid. “For my mother, my ass!! You did it for the sake of your pride! Your pride as Angels! You cared more about your race than my mother!!”
“ENOUGH!!! We will speak no more of this, and you will not speak of this to your mother! Do I make myself clear?!”
Ben’s breathing slowly calmed down and he stared into space, as he often did when he was thinking. After a few minutes, he turned to his grandparents again. “You’re right. I won’t tell her.” Then he jabbed a finger at his grandfather and said, “You will. If you truly love your daughter, you will. The least she deserves is an honest confession after what you put her through, not more of your underhanded scheming.”
Ben and his grandfather just glared at each other for a few moments, until Mr. Lu’Fenah said, “We shall see. Now, call your Lord Daryil again. Regardless of what happens, we will be funding Timothy’s new body.”
Based on the world of DMFA by
missmabDaryil, Jakob ©
tapewolf
"Ben's Brother, Part 2"
Tomara hurried to the basement. The viewscreen was chiming, and Ben was too busy cooking to answer it. In her arms bounced baby Michael, who had just turned two that year.
She took the call an equine Angel couple appeared on the screen. Both of them had blue hair that matched the color of Ben’s fur. The male spoke, “…Tomara? Is that you? It is us, Ben’s grandparents. I’m sure you remember us from the baby shower?”
“Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Lu’Fenah, right? Yes, of course I remember! Oh!” She turned Michael toward the screen. “Say ‘hi’ to your great-grandparents, Mikey!”
Michael just stared as if he were watching paint dry.
Mrs. Lu’Fenah smiled and waved, but her husband just cleared his throat. “Actually, we were calling to speak with Ben. Is he there?”
“Oh yes, he’s upstairs.” Tomara turned toward the stairs and called, “Ben!! It’s your grandparents!”
Ben soon hopped down the stairs with a pair of oven mitts in his hand. He grinned at the screen and said, “Grandma! Grandpa! What’s up?” Then he turned to Tomara. “Hey baby, the pizza’s almost done. Could you keep an eye on it?”
Tomara smiled and nodded, and headed back up the stairs. After she was well out of sight, Mr. Lu’Fenah spoke.
“Ben, we wish to speak with your Lord Daryil on the matter of your brother’s new body. Can you get us in contact with him?”
Ben’s smile twitched a little. “Oh yeah, sure, I can do that. Just a sec.”
As he dialed in the number, Ben secretly prayed that Daryil wouldn’t try to seduce him again in front of his grandparents. The screen split in two and Lord Daryil appeared next to the image of Ben’s grandparents, and Ben breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t doing anything explicitly seductive. He was, however, wearing a shiny, tight catsuit.
“Ben!” Daryil cried, throwing his arms out in a welcoming gesture. “Just the bish I wanted to see! Your brother’s body is almost completed! Oh, and who might this lovely couple be?”
“Hello, Milord. These are my grandparents—from the baby shower, remember?”
Daryil’s face lit up. “Mr. and Mrs. Lu’Fenah, of course! Sorry again for hitting on you, sir.”
Mr. Lu’Fenah blushed a bit and ignored that last comment. “Lord Daryil, we wish to speak with you about the payment for our grandson’s new body.”
“Ah yes, Ben did say you might help with that.”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, we would like to pay for it.”
Daryil looked a bit confused. “How much of it?”
“All of it. Anonymously.”
Ben felt his jaw fall. Even Daryil looked stunned.
“That’s… very generous of you, sir,” Daryil began, “but the cost is well over a hundred-thousand gold coins…”
Ben’s grandfather held up a hand dismissively. “That will not be an issue. As a matter of fact, I am the president of the Bank of Solomon. Money is no object.”
Daryil blinked. “The Bank of Solomon! I thought I had seen your face…”
Ben interrupted the conversation by clearing his throat loudly. “Excuse me, Lord Daryil. Would you mind if I spoke with my grandparents? Privately?”
Daryil looked from Ben to Ben’s grandparents and back again. “Yes, uh, sure Ben. Just call back when you’re ready.”
The screen folded back again and Daryil disappeared. Ben fixed his grandparents with a suspicious glare. “All right, what’s all this about? I can see you wanting to pay for Tim’s body, but to keep it a secret from my mother as well?”
Mr. Lu’Fenah’s face hardened. “That is none of your concern, Benjamin. And you will not speak with anyone about this, especially your mother. Is that clear?”
“I will tell her, if you don’t tell me what’s going on.”
Mr. Lu’Fenah raised a thick finger and began to speak, but his wife stopped him. “Bartholomew, we really should tell him.”
“Enough, Glenda! He does not need to know.”
“He deserves to know the truth!”
Mr. Lu’Fenah growled. “Fine! I know you will just go behind my back to tell him anyway. But if he tells Lynn…”
“He will not.”
Ben’s grandfather folded his arms and fixed him with a disapproving glare. His grandmother turned to speak to him. “Benjamin, your grandfather and I wish to pay for your brother’s new body because we feel… responsible for his death.” Ben raised an eyebrow and she continued, “As you know, we never approved of your mother’s marriage to your father. But, we loved her, so we allowed her to follow her heart, in the hopes that our grandchildren would be born at least half-Angel. But then you were born, and your sister, and your other sister… and none of you were even close to being even half-Angels. So, we… influenced your mother’s last pregnancy.”
Ben could feel his hackles rising. He did not like where this was going. “What do you mean, ‘influenced’?”
“Do you remember that ‘emergency procedure’ your mother went through soon after she found out she was pregnant? We set that up. Those two doctors were actually your grandfather and I in charmed disguises. We weren’t healing your mother’s womb; we were infusing the fetus with our power.”
”That explains why Tim was the only half-Angel out of the four of us,” Ben thought.
“…The procedure was a success. Your brother was born half-Angel. However, there were… side effects.”
Ben looked like he had been slapped in the face as the realization dawned on him. “Wait a minute,” he began to shout, “you mean that’s why he was always so weak? All those surgeries he went through, all those times we feared for his life whenever he got sick, the hell my family went through… The hell he went through! That was all because of you!?”
Mrs. Lu’Fenah began to cry softly. Mr. Lu’Fenah put his hands on her shoulders and said, “That’s enough, Benjamin. What we did, we did for Lynn. We don’t expect you to understand.”
By now, Ben was downright livid. “For my mother, my ass!! You did it for the sake of your pride! Your pride as Angels! You cared more about your race than my mother!!”
“ENOUGH!!! We will speak no more of this, and you will not speak of this to your mother! Do I make myself clear?!”
Ben’s breathing slowly calmed down and he stared into space, as he often did when he was thinking. After a few minutes, he turned to his grandparents again. “You’re right. I won’t tell her.” Then he jabbed a finger at his grandfather and said, “You will. If you truly love your daughter, you will. The least she deserves is an honest confession after what you put her through, not more of your underhanded scheming.”
Ben and his grandfather just glared at each other for a few moments, until Mr. Lu’Fenah said, “We shall see. Now, call your Lord Daryil again. Regardless of what happens, we will be funding Timothy’s new body.”
END
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