As promised, here is the first chapter of my double chapter upload for the day.

I hope you all enjoy the though process of a few of the other cubs during this chapter. Each segment for them may be small at the moment, but that is because I'm still deciding how I want them to grow. Enjoy!!

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Forge

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The Grummel was a curious creature. None of us would attack it while it formed; it took the fun out of the kill. We also knew better than to charge forward without an order to do so, or sign from Rage. There uncontested leader would not kill any of them due to the conditions placed upon all there survival by the Blood Father. He had gotten creative once to one of my own underlings by breaking the smallest bones in his feet and hands, and breaking them over and over all night each time they healed.

I had been forced to hold the weakling down as he struggled and fought to run away. It was one of the most disturbing sights I have seen from Rage. He reveled in slaughter and mayhem, but his smile spoke of a form of insanity within him that rivaled Cruelty's own.

Looking down the line at his sisters and brother he saw each go through much the same thought process, Hydra was the only one to be on the receiving end of Rage and his ministrations in torture. For him, it was a line of sweat that broke out upon his brow.

It caused me to smirk lightly, I hated Hydra to begin with. Small, but playing at strength he did not have.

Rotating my right shoulder, the familiar weight of my shield on my arm calming me slightly. I watched as the creature, having fully formed, stand up and shake it's head; grunting and looking about him as he defecated. Yes, it was blatantly male.

When it's glowing red eyes landed on the line of us behind Rage it dismissed us. When it reached Rage himself, it began to tremble; killing intent rolling off of it in waves. All aimed at rage. It caused me to wonder why the hell that was, but before I could really analyze it Rage himself roared and charged forward. As his second, I could let no other reach the creature before me aside from him. With that, I took off at a quick sprint; I was deceptively quick for my size.

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Envy

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I loved the moment when Rage roared the most, it caused me to tingle in excitement at the coming fight it almost always meant would occur. When he roared I ignored the odd clinching that occurred within my abdomen; it was foreign and confusing as well as being unneeded.

Rushing forward, just a bit slower than the bumbling oaf, Forge, I never would know how the giant moved so quickly when he was so muscular. Changing my focus, I ignored the giant and watched as Rage launched himself into the air; aiming for the creatures head.

It was just one thing after all, even being massive we out numbered him; the Original had even cried as it was led away. No way was it the bane of our caste of warrior. Pathetic and weak. My mind was quickly changed as I watched Rage get swatted from the air. I had not even seen the grunting beast move an arm.

The force of the blow had sent Rage flying to the far right, and he impacted the ground with bone crushing power. We all watched as the strongest of us was sent to the ground like a common slave. We were stunned, I didn't have to look to know we had all stopped our charge either.

My mind went blank, what hope did we have against this thing if Rage had been handled so easily. I barely heard Forge issuing commands in a roar for us to line up in section black. Two captains to each block, with six underlings in a small block three cubs wide, and two rows deep to making it six cubs per block.

Myself and Curse were the slowest to form up. Curse because he was disturbingly loyal to Rage, and myself because for some reason as I saw his body hit the ground with enough force to have him echo a groaning roar of pain my heart skipped. What the fuck was wrong with me? Shaking myself I joined Curse in the block and we advanced to begin battle slowly. Forge and anvil together being the first to reach it, and having a hell of a time keeping it from charging the still form of Rage.

Why was it so obsessed with him? It made no sense; yes, he was stronger but not by that much when compared to Forge. When we reached him, I was shocked beyond reasoning to see the blood forged shield held by forge showing signs of damage. The force of each strike literally denting it. What chance did they have...

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Rage

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Pain, I was wracked in pain beyond imagining. I couldn't think, all I knew was I was jumped at that things head, then I hit the ground and felt three of my ribs shatter. The only thing that kept my arms from breaking were my gauntlets. I heard roared order, then nothing.

When i slowly regained consciousness, I had no idea how much time had passed. In the distance I heard roars of pain, and suffering. Groggily I opened my eyes slowly and looked toward the noise to see my Pride fighting the Grummel. It was...disastrous to say the least. I didn't see any dead, but at least fifteen were on the ground, and trying to stand again. I knew I had been thrown far from it, but they were less than ten feet from me now. My eight brothers and sisters were still standing, and a few of the underlings were as well. But they weren't damaging it enough to slow it down. It felt no pain.

How were we supposed to kill this thing? What could we do to something that felt no pain, and if we sliced it apart would simply multiply. There had to be a way to do it. I'd wasted time as I struggled to stand, watching as it swung it's massive arm out and knocked Forge and Anvil to the ground. The others soon followed.

I had finally regained my feet, the Grummel had noticed I was standing again. It had begun vibrating again, growling and grunting at me before loping forward. Covering the last few feet within seconds. I barely threw myself to the side to avoid the fist that was brought down where I was standing. the forced actually left a crater in the ground.

I was dead, what the hell? No, no, no no...NO! Death was not an option, fuck this. I knew my eyes had gained a red tinge that mixed eerily with the amber of my eyes. Roaring with as much force as I could I charge the Grummel, ducking under the sudden back swing of his arm, I slid under his legs and skidding on all fours before launching myself at it's back.

My rage let me ignore the damage I was putting on my already battered body; but I would butcher this thing and take it with me. Slicing my why through where it's kidney should be I dug into it's massive body. A few chunks hit the ground behind me, no doubt they were already beginning to reform into weaker Grummels. When I reached the inside of it, it's back had already sealed. It smelled putrid, and like brimstone.

I roared once more from within, and began dismantling it's internal organs from within. piercing, and ripping them apart with my fangs in a flurry. It's stomach contents, acid and bile poured over me, burning, i could smell the my flesh as it sizzled. When I reached it's heart I began devouring it from inside, I could hear the constant groan of pain from the Grummel from the time I entered it's body, roaring, and whining as I went about my brutal taste. My pale flesh covered in burning acid, and blood as well as Organ residue.

It seemed the organs did not regenerate like the outside. But it's flesh was so tough, I knew my fingers had been shattered in my gauntlets; but I ignored that as well. When I devoured the heart, the sounds finally stopped, even the new grunting outside had faded.

When my rage finally subsided after killing this beast I felt the full impact of each injury. Every fingers was shattered, though my gauntlet claws were undamaged. I felt multiple fractures in my arms, and more ribs had broken. Some shards had even pierced my lung; I knew this when I coughed blood up.

It hurt, it hurt so much. But I could not stay in here, more acid from the stomach that I shredded was pooling around me, and the burning hurt beyond comparison to my battered body. Slowly, crawling my way up the massive through, I forced myself through it, and into the beast mouth. Barely prying open the teeth I crawled out. Looking around, I saw the three massive chunks that had fallen off the beast were half formed, but stopped growing when the main body died. So, if we killed the main body before they fully formed the spawn died too....good.

I crawled toward the members of my Pride that were closest. I couldn't walk, but I needed to make sure I did not live only to be killed by the Blood Father for a death in his small Pride. The eight were alive, I could vaguely see them groaning and trying to sit up. The weakest that had been knocked aside in the beginning were able to stand shakily; they were also walking toward the few they couldn't, and dragging them toward the rest of us and the body behind me.

Licking my lips, tasting my blood, and the black gore that was the Demons blood I coughed lightly and spoke as best as I could. I hated how weak I sounded. "Dra...*cough* drag them and line...them up near us. Make...sure, the things are dead." With that, I passed out. It took to much.

Sweet blackness enveloped me; before it consumed me I heard a whisper within my mind. 'Master...' wha...Then nothing.

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The Blood Father

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I watched my son manage to slay a beast that most adult Berserkers could hardly touch, and knew he would serve his purpose for my people. Rage indeed, he'd inherited more than I thought as well, I felt the faint whisper through the blood. It was easier because he was blood of my blood. But it was not a good thing, too soon. Reaching through that link with the aid of my blood bound familiar Leviathon, a creature born through countless battles and absorbing hundreds of thousands of creatures blood into my body, and weapons at the time, we quieted the new born familiar, within the cub to sleep. It would not wake until I allowed it now, Leviathon would ensure it further by binding it to a power apex that had not been reached yet.

'The whelp grew to much by killing it alone, I'll need to curb him further.' as a leader of my people I felt some sense of accomplishment that the breaking of my oath to never father another child had succeeded so well to a point.

On the other hand, the very little bit in me that could be called a Father wanted to jump, I silenced the emotion with a brutal twist of the neck. Never again, this cub had a purpose, and it was not to survive to a ripe old age. it was to slaughter, and butcher millions before falling to his own rage.

Until such I would nurture all this small Pride of Berserkers potential. But there purpose was mine to decide, and there fate mine to dictate.

Watching calmly from the top edge of the pit, I saw the weakest follow the soft whispered orders of Rage, and begin lining the most wounded up. The original eight, cubs that happened to belong to blood lines descended from a few of my ten had already crawled toward rage before passing out themselves. Good, growth would surround them, and change them into my instruments. Turning from the pit, I headed out of the pit, ignoring the death cries of the slaves fighting within for the entertainment of those not of my race.

Soon, soon everything would begin to fall in place. Already the Orc Tribes in this empire were falling like bricks to our subjugation, as well as the few human clans. The Demon clans were the hardest to stamp out, but they were invaders, and powerful. I would ensure the way was paved and my current 'Master' Lord Dravon had no need to fear before taking it all with the aid of my peoples Rage.

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I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I have enjoyed writing it. I plan to have another up in a few hours, but a storm is coming and I may be unable too. So I rushed this to tide all of you over.

I hope you enjoy the changing perspectives as well, I know they need work. Practice makes perfect right? Haha, have a lovely night folks, and with luck I will have another chapter up before the day is out.