Malakai Liddell
Faceclaim: Matthew Davis
Species: Pure Nephilim
Age: 62
Status: In The Community.
Family: Oliver Liddell and Nathan Liddell

There isn’t much to say about Malakai as a child, he wandered around life with an unclear picture as to who he was or what he wanted to do...Until he met Mary-Anne of course. Mary-Anne was that, doe eyed girl that sat at the front of the classroom, casting her glances back every now and then to the others, to Malakai when he disrupted the lesson out of boredom.

She saw right through him, obviously. She knew it was only because he didn’t understand. So she tutored him, her sweet voice singing through the air like birds in the morning and suddenly...He understood everything. Everything lead from there, They started an intense, heated relationship and became the envy of most seniors, why? Because they lasted.

Well, If you could call it lasting.

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The house was a mess…The house was always a mess. Malakai stood staring at apple like walls, painted red and riddled with holes and dents as big as fists. Mary-Anne was laid upon the wreckage, her knuckles bleeding and her head propped up by pillows. She’d been on a rampage already; the night had drawn to a close the usual happened. Mary-Anne drank too much and in her drunken haze, turned to look at her husband of five years and blamed him.

She blamed Malakai for making her drink, she blamed him for getting her pregnant, and she blamed him for the state of the house. Everything bubbled down to him and his fault. And he put up with it, with his second child on the way and the possibility of the new baby being a Nephilim like he and his elder brother, Malakai had to stick around.

So here he was, at home trying to fill the walls in before Mary-Anne woke up, his left eye closed shut with the swelling of the new punch Mary-Anne had gifted him with.

Things weren’t always like this, he remembered back when he and Mary-Anne first met, how good things were. They had willed their worlds away in bliss, Happiness upon their every word and every movement…Then Nathan had come along. The post-natal depression had messed with her head; at first he couldn’t blame her.

At first she apologized after the punches, She apologized for the screaming…She apologized for the bruises that littered Malakai’s skin.

And it were these apologies that made him marry her, but from the wedding day it got…well, worse.

After three years of the punches being against the walls and dressers, one night Malakai heard Mary-Anne screaming at Nathan while their second child kicked inside her, as if already trying to protect his elder brother. Malakai reacted quickly, guiding his pregnant wife from the nursery and into their bedroom where he rubbed her feet as she fell asleep. Like most nights, Malakai stayed awake, hushing Nathan every time he woke up, entertaining him with magic and spells so he wouldn’t cry and wake Mary-Anne up…

It stayed like this for years, years upon years Malakai took the brute force of Mary-Anne.

But what could he say? “Oh my wife who is a head shorter and skinny as a twig is beating me, while I stand nearly 6 foot and used to go to the gym every night” He’d have been laughed out of the station.

So he suffered in silence, as usual. He protected his two children when they were born, two beautiful baby boys who knew nothing of their mothers torment.
Malakai believed that, that she was tormented…He couldn’t believe the beautiful blonde he’d fallen for, was now this monster before him. Something in her head plagued her, and that’s how she got away with things.
With punching him and kicking him, with waking him up by cracking him over the head with a frying pan, with the knives she waved at him while Oliver cried in the middle of the night. Maybe he was just too forgiving…Maybe he was a fool, blinded by love? Maybe he was the crazy one?

As the children grew up, Malakai took more and more of Mary-Anne’s mental breakdown. One day, the fists and feet turned into a knife, she slashed at his hand one night resulting in a quick trip to the hospital and seven stitches tied into his hand.

This of course, didn’t go unnoticed by Nathan and Oliver, in fact...The two watched most of the troubles, because it was them that SHOULD have been the target, Malakai just jumped in the line of fire. He became a regular at the hospital, the nurses knowing him by name, knowing which injuries were new and which were old. They could document every scar, cut and bruise on his body.

They never asked though, when Malakai came in and held up his hands or lifted up his shirt revealing whatever new wound her had, they simply nodded and stitched him up, sending him home with new antibiotics and a sad smile.

Its that that made things worse. He could live with his abusive wife, he could live with the wounds...He couldn’t live however, with the sadness in people's eyes. The knowledge they seemed to have in those sad little smiles tortured him. 

These smiles also tortured Oliver.

One night, when Oliver was around 17 and Nathan 19, Mary-Anne was picking her usual drunken fight with Nathan. 

It was the same as usual, she waved a butcher knife around telling her eldest son how much of a failure he was and Oliver watched her, as usual, tilting his head a little.

But then she began waving the knife closer and closer until she nicked Nathans cheek. The bubble of blood made Malakai launch into action, his voice ringing like a siren ‘What do you think you’re doing?! That is your son! Cut me up all you want just leave them alone!’

The next series of unfortunate events happened so quickly, Malakai almost missed them;

Mary-Anne’s arm came up, her drunken slurrs loud and violent…
Malakai prepared himself for the feel of blade to skin…
Nathan sat and watched, wide eyed and frozen like a statue…
Oliver launched from his seat...His hands took hold of Mary-Anne’s...His arms folding hers around and lodging the butchers knife into her neck…

Mary-Anne fell…

Blood covered Oliver, who was now screaming. It splashed all onto the floor, over Oliver and Nathan and Malakai.

Nathan acted the fasted, his hand slamming down over Oliver’s mouth, muffling the sound of his screams. When he was sure Oliver had grown silent, Nathan removed his hand and moved to the kitchen. He grabbed the mop, turned the hot tap on and began cleaning, telling Oliver and his father to wrap the body up in the soiled rug.

Nathans plan worked a treat in fact, Malakai was almost proud. Almost, That is to say, he wasn’t proud of the fact Nathan knew how to bury a body, how to hide evidence and how to skip town without anyone noticing, but at the same time he was proud one person kept their head.

Then it dawned on Malakai, as the last bag was loaded into their 3 bedroom caravan. He was free…

His eyes scanned his scarred hands, the stitches of the newest wounds almost invisible as he covered his mouth slightly, his eyes watering slightly. He slid down the side of the car to the ground, his eyes looking but not seeing anything. He was free of his abusive relationship...Yet his love was dead? A laugh bubbled from his lips, he could hold himself together, how could he? With the relief and joy running through him, yet the dreaded fear of being alone and the loss of his wife. The rest of the night was a blur of highways, roads and dirt tracks. They drove until the sun came up and kept on driving.

All the way to Evermore City. They stopped for food, originally, then Oliver became transfixed with the unusual architecture, Nathan discovered just how different their laws and justice system was and Malakai saw his dream house advertised. So this is where the three decided to settle, this is where there new life would be. Away from the hurt of everything, where Malakai could teach his children more about how to be Nephilims, how to reach their potential in the world…

How to live, period.

But he would lead by example, and so over the next three years, Malakai and his sons lived peacefully, though...not without their torments.

Malakai was plagued with anxiety about women, rendering his dating days all but dead. 

Oliver was plagued with night-terrors and day dreams that bore into him like knives.

Nathan was plagued with OCD and a fear of blood, rendering his dreams of being a doctor all but dead.

The three lived and breathed these problems but, still managed to live in an air of calm and happiness.

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Place of residence: Currently a 3 bedroom house in Evermore’s Nephilim Faction.Sometimes a RV Mobile home he and his wife used for holidays when the children were at their Grandparents/with carers

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