《Blood Born》Chapter Eight: Cruel Intentions
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I'm back with a lovely update for you wonderful people! It's a super slow ass night at work so I plan to pop out multiple chapters to appease you all. A heads up however, this weekend I will likely be unable to update the story. I work all weekend and likely won't have the time.
Drunk crazies shall appear haha. Without further ramblings however, this segment will focus mainly on The Blood Father, and one of his Ten. I will also delve slightly into the origins of the eight main cubs beside Rage. I hope you enjoy this.
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The Blood Father
That overgrown Gecko dares to do this? Mother Fucker! It's difficult enough to adhere to the contract that was made between my people and him. This however was pushing my patience to the utmost. Demons, useless gutter spawned trash, and he creates a treaty with them?
Suppressing a growl I turn toward the succubus, debating on killing her and stating it was an accident. Apparently the creature had been talking. "..So, the mighty 'Pridelings' are to be my caretakers?" The sarcasm in her voice when she said my species name was not lost.
This time I did not hesitate to growl. A deep primal sound that echoed through my body. I saw her pale, and cough while avoiding looking into my eye.
When we reached the council chamber, my Ten stood and bowed without ceremony to me. Ogre, Lynx, Frost, Raven, Void, Huntress, Aegis, Hawk, Ivy, and Moon.
They were the powers that led the different castes within my people. They were also the first Ten born through blood transfusion, and the strongest of my children to date. When Ogre, a massive male specimen over almost nine feet of height, and layered in muscle saw the succubus, he reached over and hefted the war mace that was his. A thing made of bone with skulls lining the mace head.
"You have a pest Father, allow me.." Ogre began before seeing my raised hand for silence. "This, guest, is Myra. Our mighty Lord Dravon has deemed it needed to sign a treaty with the Falknir Demons. Hawk, go to the front and recall our forces." His Ten were curious, but would wait. Hawk, left after whispering into my ear that the Whelps had awoken in the Pit.
Taking my seat in the over lavish chair that he was forced to use, at least it was comfortable, I asked Myra very calmly. "Would you like to see what happens to the Demons we have captured?" It was a cruel play, she knew it, she also knew it would not be a request no matter how it was phrased. I watched her sigh, fighting the draining blood in her red skin before nodding slightly.
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"Ogre, send the five used up stock to the pit. Ensure they know if they survive they can join our guest and be free." I watched Ogre freeze momentarily, his eyes questioning even as his body grew tense.
Waving my hand in the general direction I started a conversation with the bitch that would be used when I found a way for the treaty to be broken without implicating myself, or my people.
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Ogre
What had Father been thinking? Sending me to the Pit to send fourth five succubi that were drained dry of everything. There eyes only came alive when I imparted the knowledge they would be free if they killed children. Oh how the little creatures underestimated there fate.
They were five, used and abused females that had little to no strength left. Even there powers of seduction were all but spent. Hollowed husks is all that remained of them. 'Father no doubt want's the guest to see them slaughtered and devoured; but why send me to do this menial task?' I thought, it didn't matter. When I reached the Pit, informing the succubi to stay out of sight, I saw the newest generation of Berserkers. I knew exactly who the silver haired runt was, and how little he meant. Each of us Ten had been requested to provide and offspring of our own. None were allowed to know there Origins.
We had chosen there names, and there essence orbs personally. Beyond that, we had nothing to do with the cubs. They were pawns in Fathers game for domination. Nothing more. I had provided my own spawn, the weakest of the few I have bothered to produce. Forge, the hulking cub already twice the size of the others. He was so much weaker than his elder siblings though.
It was an embarrassment to each of the Ten who's cubs had survived.
Growling lightly as they stared at me, I instructed them lightly on today's Training. There own Instructor avoiding my eyes as I spoke. "Today, you will slaughter five Succubi from the Falknir Clan. They are a caste above the Grummels you have fought." Motioning the husks out to the Pit, I took my leave. I could feel a few try there seduction already as the fear radiated off of them when they realized the truth. Shrugging off the pathetic attempt, I shut the door behind them; then made my way to the pits top edge.
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Myra
I looked down at the remnants of my sisters sent into the pit, and almost vomited. Each had only rags as clothing, emaciated and used. I looked at the monster that had caused this, only to find him watching my reaction. His face bland and cold. How could something be crueler even than her people, the Demons? We tortures, abused, maimed, and instilled fear in others, but this...These were left alive for no reason than to be toys. These...beasts had managed to beak a creature whose entire being was dedicated to sex, and killing with it by using sex themselves.
It was hard, so hard not to lash out at this monster before her. I knew it, I knew that it was to good to hope to gain inside knowledge on what they did. This was an execution by there races children. He was showing me my fate if I stepped out of line.
The first scream, ragged and broken broke out causing me to look back down. What I saw, was unnatural. The only one bothering to fight was a silver haired boy that looked ten, his skin an odd combination of pale white and black that made him look like a ghost or shadow. He was covered in scares, but what was most disturbing is that he held one of her fallen sisters by her shoulder, and was digging his claws into her sunken flesh.
His, his teeth were buried in her neck and he was savagely tearing her flesh apart. The four others couldn't do a thing while they watch him eat the throat out, before dropping her and moving on.
It was savage, cruel, and systematic as that little child walked from one to another making them watch while he killed them. Turning away as the last fell, and seeing the others of that little group move forward, I turned toward the monster beside me, only to see the one called Ogre there now as well. Both watching me. I ignored the wet tearing sounds, and the crunching that echoed up out of the pit.
Her sisters were being eaten. Her fate, if she stepped out of line. These people, they were savages. They needed to be destroyed, wiped off the face of Terra. Ironically, this is what had been said about the Demons for centuries upon centuries. Now she saw something worse, a people dedicated to war.
Turning on my heal, i left without bothering to say anything. I saw the small smile forming on that bastards lips. He knew I wanted to harm him, wanted me to try. It was plainly obvious he was against the treaty, and would be finding ways to break it.
I had to fight the urges, and pass the trials that would be thrown at me while sending reports back to Lord Damocles.
'What had I done by agreeing to become he ambassador?' I wondered before being escorted to a room within the keep these people had built within the Forest of Hyborium.
Did I think I could use my seduction powers to take control of these savages leader? I had tried all this time, only to watch it slip and slide off his skin. Each time I had the feeling I was being laughed at, and could swear I saw the image of a woman's face within the blackness of his skin before I blinked and it was gone.
How would I survive the years to come? Through tenacity. There had to be weaklings that she could seduce within this place that would be useful. Tomorrow, I will find them.
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Here you go folks! I hope you enjoy the introduction of the Ten by name, and the thoughts of one of them, as well as the secret behind the other Cubs. Dun dun dun! lol. Yeah, i'm odd.
Anyway, enjoy the chapter. I plan to release another, and maybe a third before the night is over. I look forward to writing it, and seeing what people, if anyone cares to put it, think. Have a lovely night folks, until later.
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