《The Botched Summoning》Chapter 32 - Family Life
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Here is another fine chapter ready, now supporting Azazel’s POV. Thank you rouge and mejinzs for the proofreading support. as with last time the people on my blog got it first.
without further ado, Chapter 32
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“Ok Azazel,” I said in English while breaking away from the stunned Nephilim, “it’s time for you to eat.”
She looked up at me, her mouth covered in slightly glowing saliva. I wrapped my tail around her waist and set her in front of me. She wiped her face with her sleeve and managed to walk with me to the kitchen. I grabbed some of the smoked meat from the makeshift pantry and gave a few strips to the little demoness. She plopped down on the ground and swiftly tore into the meat, barely bothering to chew. I grabbed a few more strips for myself and, with a quick breath, reduced them into a blue puddle; I used a bit of magic to funnel half of it into my open maw. I watched Azazel out of the corner of my eye, stare at the liquid mana, and after a few second she reached over and grabbed a chunk of the blue substance and quickly shoved it in her mouth and before I could stop her she had swallowed the entire thing.
“Hey Therin,” I called, “come here.”
“What?” I heard the elf reply, as he walked into the kitchen.
“What would happen if a child ate liquid mana?” I asked while watching Azazel, who seems to have enjoyed her magical treat.
“Let me guess, Azazel decided she wanted some and ate it?” he accused.
“Yes, though she seems fi…” I said before I was interrupted by a burp louder than a jet engine that came from the small demoness.
It took a few seconds for the ringing to die down enough for me to hear people swearing and one crying child. I picked up the crying Azazel with my tail and brought her to my snout where she latched and eventually calmed down.
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Therin looked at me and said in a rather loud voice, “Don’t let her eat anymore mana unless you can deal with the effects.”
After a few minutes both Atheros and Lilith made an appearance wondering what that loud sound was, and after explaining what happened, which I had to repeat several times so they could hear me, they departed.
I set the demoness down and let her go back to explore the cave as I walked to the back end. “Lilith, could you look after Azazel while I finish the bathroom?” I said as I popped my head into her spartan room.
“Sure,” she muttered.
I walked into the half-finished bathroom at the back of my lair and continued to carve out more space with my draconic breath. As I worked a small stream of liquid mana and stone flowed off the wall into the small stream that I accidently created earlier that week.
“I just need to make a small pool and a way to heat the water and I will have a perfect bath.” I thought to myself.
After several more hours of carving out the bathroom, a familiar weight latched onto my back leg.
“Azazel, what are you doing?” I asked in English.
She just stared at me and clinged to my leg, when Lilith walked around the corner.
“There you are.” she said, which caused the little demoness grab my leg tighter.
“Come on, let’s leave your daddy alone and get you ready for bed.” she said.
“No!” Azazel shouted, which caused me chuckle a bit.
“I needed a break anyway,” I said to Lilith as I pick up the demoness with my tail, “thank you.”
“Thank you for not murdering my friends and family.” she replied and walked out.
I ignored the comment as I took the demoness to her cavern and placed her upon her hoard of blankets. I gently picked up one of the blankets with my fore claw and placed it on the little demoness.
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“Good night.” I said as I drained the mana from the light crystal causing it to go out.
I headed to Lilith’s room to see how the nephilim was settling in. “So, finding everything ok?” I asked as I poked my head into her new cavern.
“Well enough, though I will need to go shopping if I am going to be living in this cave.” she replied with a bit of venom.
“I will have Therin take you into town tomorrow, I should have some gold lying around somewhere, that or go raid a caravan.” I said before I realized what I had said.
“Why did I think that was a good idea?” I asked myself.
“I don’t think that raiding a caravan would be necessary.” she nervously chuckled.
“Well, then I am going to sleep; there is jerky in the pantry if you are hungry.” I said. I proceeded to head to my own cavern and, laying myself on my hoard of copper coins, embraced the nothingness of sleep.
I woke up to the patter of feet hitting the floor. I opened one of my eyes and beheld a teary eyed demoness with a large blanket in her hand. “What’s the matter Azazel?” I asked in English. She just stared at me sniffling a bit. I lifted one of my large wings and I pulled her over with my tail.
“You can sleep next to me.” I said. I laid the blanket down with my fore claws on top of my hoard of copper coins. She laid down on the blanket and snuggled up along the rough scales along my belly. After a few minutes I could hear the steady breathing of sleep. I watched the little demoness, while thoughts of my younger sibling ran through my head. “I wonder how my family took the news of me being missing or dead,” I thought to myself as I laid my wing over the little demoness and drifted asleep once more.
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“Time to get up, Azazel.” I heard daddy say as light leaked through my closed eyes. I groaned as I buried my face into my blanket trying to go back to sleep.
“Come on, time to get up,” I heard as I was lifted from my warm blankets. I yawned as I was placed on my feet and stumbled towards the main cavern.
“Hungry.” I thought to myself as I headed towards the kitchen. I saw daddy pull a few strips of meat, and made it goopy. “Should I eat it?” I asked myself remembering how, yesterday, it was not only very yummy but also hurt my head. I decided to try it again. I grabbed a handful of the blue goop and shoved it in my mouth, once again enjoying the very yummy taste.
“Azazel, why did you eat more?” he asked before it became very quiet. I couldn’t even hear the stream that splashes through the kitchen.
After a minute I started to feel strange, all of a sudden I sneezed so hard that I blew daddy back a little bit. “It was yummy enough to be worth it.” I thought to myself as I tried to get more, before being stopped by daddy, who picked me up and placed me on his back as he went towards the front of our home.
“Want to go do something fun again today?” Daddy asked with a toothy smile on his face.
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as always me and rouge are mostly human, still working on mejinzs (he is a tough one to convert), let us know if we missed anything, also let me know what you think.
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