“They Call It Love. I Call It Organized Chaos With Glitter.” Episode-05

Back then, he was nothing more than an illegitimate child—branded with a shame he didn’t even understand. He was just a boy, content in the simple world he shared with his mother. When he’d ask about his father, she never uttered a single bitter word. No hatred. No blame. Just a soft, tired smile and the excuse that he was “busy working.”

Then one day, she left him at his father’s doorstep—a place far from the home he had imagined. The man behind that door was nothing like the fathers his friends boasted about. Their dads were heroes. His was a devil cloaked in silence and cold indifference.

That night, under the guise of his wife’s scheme—one he fully understood and knew the child was innocent of—his father still chose to cast him out. It was snowing. Bitter. Unforgiving. And so was the man who closed the door behind him, sentencing a boy not just to the cold outside, but to a lifetime of emotional frost

He was cast out like a rat—chased from the warmth of a house that was never his to begin with. He was only eight. Just eight.

Was that old enough to face the kind of pain that cracks something inside you forever?

Old enough to understand what it means to be abandoned—not once, but twice?

First by the mother who had always smiled through her sadness, then by the father who never once looked at him with affection, let alone remorse. There was no hesitation in the man’s eyes that night, no flicker of guilt as the door slammed shut. As if throwing out a child was as casual as tossing out the trash.

He wasn't old enough to fight. But he was old enough to remember.

And he did. Every. Single. Night.

Years later, the fire in his heart—the one kindled on that snowy night—finally paid off. The boy who had been discarded became the man who held power. And he used it, mercilessly.

He didn’t just confront his so-called father.

He sentenced him.

Not merely for casting out an eight-year-old child into a blizzard without a second thought… but for crimes far more vile.

The man who called himself a father had once played the savior. He’d rescued a young woman in her twenties from a life of torment—sold by her toxic family to a fifty-year-old man for a mere $2,000. She wanted to study. She wanted to live.

And he had made her believe she could.

He enrolled her in college. Funded her education. Encouraged her dreams. And when she bloomed, when she got a job on her own and started loving the life she was building—he began sending her flowers.

Every single day.

For five months.

How could she not fall for him? He was her miracle when she had no one. She gave him her heart, believing he had done the same.

But it was all a lie. He was never hers to begin with. Once his projects in the small city were complete, he vanished—disappearing into the capital like a ghost. Back to his real life.

To his wife and three children. He left her behind. Alone. In love. Pregnant.

His son grew up not just with the weight of abandonment—but with the truth of betrayal. His mother was never weak. She was used. Deceived.

So, when the day came, he didn’t flinch. He sent that man—the one the world called powerful, respectable, invincible—to his deathbed.

Because no apology can ever erase that kind of sin.

Some monsters aren’t born. They’re made. And this one?

This one crafted his justice with the same cold precision with which he had once been cast aside.

Vasileios Doomspire/V [ML/OG ML]

(hides his face with his hand as sunlight hits his face) aggg!!

Vasileios Doomspire/V [ML/OG ML]

The fúck!!! Get lost (throw the pillow)

Darken Darik Doomspire[ML's Dad]

(catch it)

Darken Darik Doomspire[ML's Dad]

Language my Boy language

Vasileios Doomspire/V [ML/OG ML]

(shot his eyes open)

Darken Darik Doomspire[ML's Dad]

Time for a run. (toss him jogging clothes)

Darken Darik Doomspire[ML's Dad]

Wake up now.

Darken Darik Doomspire[ML's Dad]

(walks away)

Vasileios Doomspire/V [ML/OG ML]

(set up feeling a headache)

Vasileios Doomspire/V [ML/OG ML]

[Again those nightmares! But-]

Vasileios Doomspire/V [ML/OG ML]

(looked at his father's back)

This time when he was lost in his nightmares, panicked and aimlessly running in vast Endless snow-covered land, a warm hand reached out to him, giving him warmth he never felt before-- maybe he did once

Vasileios Doomspire/V [ML/OG ML]

(taking a shower)

Vasileios Doomspire/V [ML/OG ML]

[I wonder how's Godmother back there]