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An immensely unfinished but epic story I wrote for NaNoWriMo





The Sisters of the Brood

Original story and plot by Jonathan E. Marquis.





Warning; Not intended for those weak of mind, heart, and those younger than 13.













Birth
Prologue.

It was 12 years ago today that I found those three eggs. I was on an excavation into the succubus and incubus Infested ruins as a body guard. We were going in to study them in their habitat, maybe kill off a few. That was when I stumbled across something I will never forget.

You know, all succubuses have their roots in human blood, as well as incubuses. If a being is fueled by enough lust, or pleasure, their heart will become corrupt with it. The power they had over their emotions wanes. And they are left with no more than 5 emotions, Ones which they cannot combine, or deviate from. These emotions are; Anger, sadness, fear, loneliness, and euphoria. Why am I telling you this? Well, keep on listening and see.

She was a poor thing, struggling with herself. It was clear; she was becoming one of these beasts, succumbing to their sexual deviancies. But something was very different, I could tell. As I looked closer, it had seemed, that she had recently given birth, I looked around for the children, hoping to get them out as fast as I could, But I could only see three rocks. (Heh, rocks, you can already tell where I am going aren’t you?) They weren’t actually rocks, they were the poor thing’s eggs. The foul creatures had bent her, broken her soul, even that of her children were corrupted. I was a soft kind of person, I felt, I wanted, I needed there to be hope for her children. So, away from the eyes of the others, I snatched up the 3 eggs, put them in my rucksack, and put the poor girl out of her misery.

It was about 5 hours after the time I had gotten back to town, I told my wife what I had taken. She too, felt pity for the girl, and agreed to ask the town mayor for permission. We got in our 96’ Chevy Caprice classic, and headed for the town hall. It wasn’t very good for us that we had taken the eggs without permission, but that they were specifically demon eggs, not that of dragon-kin, who are known to be non-hostile towards humans. But we still got the ok to adopt them.

We thought of names for them when they were ready to hatch. Patch, after the Movie character, Nancy, after a children’s book character, and the last, Hope. This one had the name for what we had for their future. It was symbolic of course, but we really did hope something good would come of what I had done.



Hatching

Prologue part two.



It was a rainy day, the streets were soaked, and there was a nice pot of beef stew in the kettle. And the eggs were beginning to hatch. It was a very happy, but also fearful, evening. We knew they would most likely be mostly girls, but all 3? “What are we going to do? Patch won’t work for a girl’s name!” My wife said this to me in a hushed tone. “Well, let’s name her… umm... Ambrosia! ” I said. “I was hoping I could name this one, but oh well.” She said.

All of a sudden, all three began to cry. “Oh, they must be hungry…” We looked at each other apprehensively. We knew, that If my wife didn’t feed them, they would probably die. But we also feared she may lose hers soul to the succubus child that she fed. “Well, Get some diapers for them, I’ll start…” My wife said this sternly, as if she knew what was about to happen. “O-ok” I said, not wanting to leave her alone. As I left the room and got the three diapers, I heard an in-human screeching coming from the other room! I ran back in as fast as I could, only to see the succubus child, Nancy, feeding upon my wife’s soul.

I tried to separate them, But I was too late. It was done, my wife started to fade, as the succubus baby began to grow. Within a minute she was already 8, screaming ungodly as if both pleasure and pain wracked her body, another minute, puberty had fully taken her, she was even past probably 18. That was where it stopped. There was something different though, she was crying, crying over the lifeless body of my wife. As if she had felt remorse for what she had done. I asked feebly, “Wh-who are you?” The response surprised me. “Daddy, I’m so sorry…” Then she hugged me… I was scared at first, would she drain my soul? What was going on? Then I spoke; “Why are you calling me daddy?” She got up, and said; “When a succubus drains the soul of a woman, we gain their memories as well as their soul. I must have drained it when she was feeding me…” She looked down and to the side, to the other crying succubi infants. “We probably shouldn’t be here,, I will take them and go…” She said this sadly, as if by doing this would repay what she had inadvertently done. “No” I said. She was shocked, she asked me why. “There is no possible way you could get out of New Haven alive, being what you are, the children and you are safe with me, My wife and I, as you now know, made preparations to keep you safe while you stayed with us, and until you were registered as citizens of the U.S.A. She was shocked.
That was when I realized it. She was naked. I covered my eyes. She once more, asked why. “You are a girl! It is impolite for me to look upon a girl without any clothes on, to say the least!” I yelled at her. “Well, my sisters are girls, and they are naked. Why isn’t it appropriate to see them?” She asked this with a puzzled look on her face. I answered her, while throwing some clothes at her; “It is somewhat because they are babies, and I’m going to put diapers on them soon enough anyway!” She finally realized the silliness of what she had said, after the memories of my wife had fully embedded in her head, and quickly put on some clothes.

(This is where I will stop narrating, the rest will be mostly Hope, and Ambrosia will be thrown here and there somewhere, And not to confuse anyone, but we will be jumping to their first day of school.)

























School

Chapter one.


“Hello, My name is Hope, and I hope that we can all become good friends!”

I said that without thinking, without analyzing how they would react, considering what and who I was. My wings fluttered nervously, my tail swished back and forth, as if saying, “I hope things go well.” My purple-red skin got a little redder. None of that helped the issue, at all. First off, they stared at me, Then, they laughed, a little weird, not like AHAHAHA, laughing, but the ehehe-he…. he…. Laugh. The one people make when they are shocked but surprised and nervous but they laugh, (Something I’m not able to comprehend but, I think I do.) Then, they pulled out paper and started to crinkle them up. Then they threw the paper at me. It was weird. I felt… angry, sad, and lonely all at once.

Lunch time, yea! I got my Dora lunch-box out of the backpack That my sister Nancy made for me. It has little things so my wings can get through the back. I looked around for my other sister, Ambrosia. She wasn’t at any tables, and all the kids were either looking at me, moving away from me, or huddled around one corner, where I could hear a familiar voice crying. I rushed over as fast as I could. I pushed my way through; there was a very strange tingling sensation as I got closer to my sister. It was starting to hurt. As I pushed past the last person, I could see, for two seconds before my eyes swelled shut, why. They were all holding out divinity seals of their own Gods, some were Palor, some were Ao, I think I saw the elf children holding Corellon Larithain symbols. But It didn’t matter. I fell to the ground, a burning sensation spread throughout my body, I too, began to cry.

That was It, they didn’t realize it, but they were killing us. Ambrosia and me were going to die, I could feel the darkness encircling me, my life essence waning. Then, HE came along. A drow, clad in the kindergarten uniform, as were the others, punched one of the headers of the encircling group of children in the face. He then pulled out his own Family seal, he was definitely of royal enclave descent, I could tell now, because the seal had Lolth’s energy about it, the spider queen of the drow. It filled me with body energy, and anger. I summoned my whip; I didn’t know what I was doing I lashed out at one of the older kids in the group, the dark energies of death that had so closely taken me away now fueling my rage, I whipped him, hard. I laughed, I whipped him again and again, my demonic nature taking over, I was about to strangle him, when the Drow child grabbed my hand. “Don’t stoop to these fanatic sired kid’s levels.” He said firmly. A teacher had finally gotten into the fray at this time.








Detention

Chapter two.



The teacher immediately saw the beaten boy, Looked at me and my sister, and the drow child who had helped me, and got us put into detention. For the time being. My sister Ambrosia, who was very physically weak at the time, was still hurt and a little swollen, the drow child had taken a nasty blow to his check, I merely had a few bruises.

“So, how did a demon come to be a student in a kindergarten class?” This question, though valid, came out of nowhere. I answered the drow child. “Well, my egg was taken from my mommy from a very nice man, who is now my father. He arranged for me to be a citizen, Same with my sister Ambrosia, and my older sister Nancy. My older sister Nancy used to be a triplet of mine, that is... until... my daddy’s wife…” I cut off there, it was embarrassing. But he understood. Ambrosia spoke at this time. “Why… did you… help?” This surprised him. “I don’t know. You looked like you needed it, that’s all.”

Three staff came in at this time. We sat up, prepared to take the unjust punishment.

“You’re free to go. But Ambrosia has to come with us to the doctor’s office.” I was amazed, what had happened? I tried to speak, but they continued. “We found that they were unknowingly trying to kill you two with those items. Religious things aren’t even allowed at school, their parents must have heard of what was going to happen and told them to do this. We are very sorry. You three were only trying to defend yourselves.” I was happy, but I was also mad.




(We will now be jumping another 6 years; this is the last jump, I PROMISE!)

Puberty


DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER UNLESS YOU FEEL LIKE YOU CAN HANDLE THE MATURE CONTENT WITHIN.
Chapter three.


Me and Ambrosia share a room together; Nancy and Dad say that when we are old enough, we can get our own rooms. We said good night, we were, all three sisters, happy. It was our 12th birthday. We all had friends come over, Nancy’s book club. Dad’s boss, some co-workers and his girlfriend.(Recent, he just got over our other mom.) I had Carl (the drow who had helped me from before) Ashley, Rachel and Marie Over. Ambrosia had her friends Kenneth, Aisha, and Shao-Ling over. We had cake, I got some weird clothes. They looked like a chest-plate from the medieval ages, and Nancy said it went under my shirt. (For some reason Both Ambrosia and Me got one, but after the party) I also got a lot of money, collectively from everyone, and a card with a heart on it from Carl. Same as Ambrosia, except from Kenneth she got a card with a frilly heart on it, I was kinda jealous, but didn’t really care. Oh, yea, about the room thing, I got side-tracked, we went to bed, that’s all.

I had a dream, for the first time in my life; thousands of hands held me, it felt like I was underwater. I had always had this empty feeling while awake, but in this, the emptiness vanished. I was abruptly hit with thousands of these hands, but it felt really good, instead of hurting. I saw a darkness reach up and go into my stomach, and I felt bloated with the good feeling. Then I awoke, It was morning. The empty feeling was back.

I reached up and stretched, my night-gown was tight. I scratched my chest, but I felt something squishy. I looked down, and there were those things that my older sister Nancy had on her chest! I rushed over to the mirror; my nightgown was wet down below. I heard footsteps coming up to my room. “Sisters? Are you two awake yet? You usually don’t sleep in! It was Nancy, I ran into bed, and pulled up the sheets, Ambrosia was still asleep, but she was moaning, I pondered it, but dismissed it and jumped into bed, not noticing she too, had grown on her chest. As I got into my side, I felt something hard. I looked under the sheets, there were eggs there! I looked over to Ambrosia’s side, it was the same with her. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I began to cry. Nancy entered the room, and saw me. My Tail stood up, my wings, now bigger aswell, went rigid, and my Skin, went even more red than my first day of school.


“Well, they aren’t fertilized. That’s good.” Nancy said. She paced back and forth in front of me, my eyes were down, My Dad’s hands were on his face. And Cynthia, his Girlfriend, was sitting next to me, hands on my shoulders. “What’s happening to me?” I finally asked. “We think you’re going through the succubus version of puberty.” My dad said through his hands. He was definitely stressed. “It’s okay, there’s nothing going wrong with you,” Nancy said as she put her head in front of mine. “All human girls go through this too, just in a different way.”

That’s when we heard it. The terrifying sound of a hell-gate opening. We all rushed upstairs. That’s when we saw it. Ambrosia had offered herself up to be taken back to where our kind had come from. The pits of hell.

We shouldn’t have left her alone. That’s what they said. But deep down, I knew it was somehow my fault. For days I felt alone, despondent, remorseful. There was nothing I could have done, I knew it. But… I didn’t… WANT to feel that way, I wanted to keep my sister. I wanted to grow up with her, I wanted to share that room, for a little longer…

All of the money given to her, was either stored away for my savings, or given to me. Just rubbing salt on the wound. Survivor’s guilt. That’s what I was feeling. I should have been the one to go back, not her… Not the little twin sister, the one who was so hurt that day, and the one who didn’t fight back… The witty, smart ambrosia. It should have been me.

It was a full month before I went back to school. Everyone noticed my body first. I hated it. And then they noticed how I was inside, very, very sad. Natural I guess, for what I was. Carl came up to me. Asked what was wrong, I fell on him, crying. “She’s gone… Little ambrosia…” “WHAT?!?” Kenneth shouted shocked and angered. “Who took her? Was she kidnapped?” He questioned me, and the words stung. “She did it herself.” I said, crying. “What do you mean?” He asked scornfully, as if he couldn’t see my pain. “Sh-she went back… through a hell gate…” Before I could finish he slapped me. “NO! You made her do it! You monsters are all alike! Fooling around with everyone’s emotions, then taking what is dearest to them away, ALONG WITH THEIR HEART AND SOUL!” He stormed off. “Don’t listen to the b*****d, I don’t think he knows what he was saying, I mean, all you would mean your sister too, right?” Carl said this, and I know now he was trying to comfort me, But It was difficult at the time to understand that. “Yea, we are all the same… all monsters…” I said, then slapped Carl and ran off.








Bonds

Chapter four.

I was so angry and sad back then, feelings I didn’t know, and couldn’t understand swept me, the humans call them depression, for one. As a succubus I’m not supposed to have multiples of these, me and Nancy were weird like that, though Ambrosia wasn’t. She was more like the rest of us. “Yea, that’s right, monsters…” I began to cry, I began to think I should just follow her through a hell gate, so we could be together again.

I walked into that empty room, now with only one bed. It was mine; I threw myself upon it, and tried to sleep. But again, the dreams came. I hate them now. They used to bring me that feeling of being full; the constant hole in my soul being filled with happiness and belonging, but now it’s just making it bigger.

I realize what the dreams mean now. They are meant to be a way to bring me back, back to where Ambrosia returned to. Tempting my very nature with the thoughts I can’t help but have when looking at ANYONE. I hate myself more than I should. But before, I was so… stupid. I am, was, and always will be a creature of evil nature… I cried and fell asleep again.

I dreamt again. This time it was different, I dreamt of something I could not understand. It was the same feeling I felt for dad, Nancy, and Ambrosia. Except I realized who I was feeling it for, it was Carl my best friend, the drow. I guess, he had been always there for me. And to think, earlier today, I had slapped him across the face, in anger. I was bonded to everyone I knew and loved, not just Ambrosia, I shouldn’t give up on them just for her. It was her choice to go back to hell, and It’s my choice now to stay with people who I know will love me. We were twins. We were the same. But we were also very different, and our choices have reflected that.

I treaded down the street to Carl’s residence, the house of the Jescovare family. I had only been here once before. It wasn’t hard to find, considering he was descended from Drow royalty, and was still very rich inheritably. I knocked on the door. A tall, older girl opened the door, she was eating an apple, and reading a book. I was about a head shorter than her. She must’ve been Carl’s older sister Samantha. She was wearing all black; it complimented her dark grey skin very well. One thing I didn’t like were the spikes adorning her neck and wrists. She took a bite out of her apple and looked at me. She was obviously shocked to see me. “W-waff?” She swallowed quickly. “ I thought, wait… Hope?” She then realized I was no normal succubus.


“Hope! Oh by the name of Lolth! It is so good to see you after all these years, why don’t you ever visit anymore, wait… Yea, you probably hate his unclean room, Our mom always tells us to clean it but you know-“ She stopped. “Oh, yea, you two had a fight today… did you come to say sorry? He took it very hard, I’m not blaming you, you did just lose your sister, but he likes you, you know. But, you probably wouldn’t-“ She understood my people well, but not me, so I interrupted. “I like him too, I actually really like him!” I squeaked out these words, I was nervous, and my wings were flapping so hard because of that I was starting to rise off of the ground. I decided it would be smart to wrap my tail around one of them to cut off the air, boy was that stupid. I fell like a rock. On my side too. “OW! It stings!” I yelled. “Oh, by Lolth’s name! Carl! Get down here, your friend is hurt!” I heard a rushing down flights of stairs, as Carl came, I was happy until, “GAH!” that, the sound people make when they fall. He fell next to me, and we both started to cry. Then, when the pain had dulled, we had started to laugh, then, we stopped, looked at each other, and kissed.

“By Lolth’s name stop!” Samantha cried in horror. “Please, don’t take it; don’t take my baby brother’s soul!” People on the street stopped and looked, they also got angry. I realized what I had done, but what was weird, I couldn’t taste anything weird, Nancy said that our dad’s wife’s essence tasted like chocolate and strawberries, and all kinds of sugary things. And that you could feel it, I couldn’t feel anything either. I looked at Carl, He got up and was fine. The crowd was confused, I was confused. I must have decided deep down, not to take his soul.



(HA! I fooled you, we are jumping again, just once more. Another 6 years.)


















Sex

DISCLAIMER: Do not read this chapter; It has maybe one plot point. Not that big! It is intended for those who can view R movies, (17+). Hell I shouldn’t even be writing this, but don’t read if you cannot handle!!!

Chapter five.

I loved him, and he loved me. That’s what we decided, that night, two years ago. We were to marry each other, to elope, as soon As I turned eighteen, so I was my own person. A citizen. We did, away from the eyes and ears of elves or humans, in the nearby dragon citadel of Tethis-thor. We got married, I was so happy. That night, I will never forget.

We kissed a lot, we embraced. I was feeling weird, I didn’t notice that my body was changing. But, I didn’t care, not yet. I was with the one I loved, who I knew loved me the same way. I would do anything to have him… Then I felt it. My body itself changing shape. It was both pleasurable and painful, and it was happening as it happened, while we expressed our love in full, my pleasure and lust took myself, as it would most likely happen to any succubus. A burning ember in my heart formed, the lust gaining momentum as the fire spread throughout my body. That’s when it opened, another hell gate, like the one which took my sister. I looked at it, happy and grinning. Carl got up, obviously he was tired, my stamina taking its toll over the hour-long session. He grabbed me feebly, and spoke; “Don’t be her, don’t become your sister…”
I heard him, I heard his voice through the darkness, through the blinds I saw his face, pale-grey, I was draining his soul. I tried to stop, and it worked, I tried to give it back, and I did, I tried to close the gate, but it kept drawing me in. Its power was filling the gap in my soul, as the dreams used to, filling the hole so full, that it began to hurt. It spoke, “If you want the pain to end, then come visit me, sis!” It was using my sister’s voice to lure me in, to persuade me, to convince me it was better over on their side. I said, “NO!” As loud as I could, and threw a pillow at it, and before the pillow even reached the gate, it closed.




























War

Chapter six

It was time again, to go to war with my home world. We both signed up. So did Kenneth. We were all the best of friends now. Kenneth signed on, for the same reason Carl and me did. We wanted to find my sister, and kill her. Not how you are thinking though. You see, during the time after our marriage, we went looking for an artifact of ancient and mighty power. The Crystal Scepter of Purification. And we found it, deep in the ruins of an ancient dungeon, beneath the old towns of London, Kenneth saw a light in the dark, we had followed him, to make sure it was safe. What he had seen was the very item we were looking for. We decided, after identifying it, to test it. So, we took it in my rucksack up to our hotel room. We chanted the magic spell within the scriptures, and it shot me. I had blacked out, When I woke up, that empty feeling was gone, I could still tell, my body was the same, my thought process was still pleasure before planning, Physically and mentally I was still a succubus. But, In my soul, I felt more, more… Enlightened. I was no longer a creature of the darkness, I was a creature of normality, not specifically clinging to darkness, good, evil, or light. It was as if, I were just a human. Or a drow, I would like that more. But oh well, I’m still a succubus. Back to the point. Yea, Not how you were thinking, we were going to kill the demonic, evil her, and purify her soul. That was the plan. But It was hard to set in motion.


“SO! YOU THREE, ARE THE LAST MAGGOTS I HAVE TO DEAL WITH?!? A DROW, A p***y-a** ELF, AND A-A-A…. WHAT THE ****, WHAT THE **** IS THIS s**t?” He was looking at me. “Do we have a traitor of the enemy in our midst? Or a SPY?!?” I just stood there in that tight and hot uniform and took it. I didn’t like green, it didn’t go with my skin. Then he slapped me. And I just let him, that was the point. The tip of the point, and the rest was to come.

Throughout my militarization processing, I noticed that I was trained and hardened into a soldier, more vigorously than Carl and Kenneth. But, through the scepter, I was able to convey my stress every day, and relieve myself of the anger I felt. I couldn’t keep doing it though, Or else we couldn’t help Ambrosia. So, halfway through, I had the Scepter smelted down into its purest form, the two gems that balanced the good and evil within. I had them put into my favored weapon, a staff, but had one end, the end with the deadly shard, embedded with a detachable katana. That way, I could use the katana as my normal melee weapon as I fought, and the staff, to fight with my sister.
I also was not good with guns, so I trained in magic. I can now heal Carl and Kenneth, and fight with some destructive magic as well. Kenneth became a gun specialist, his favored weapon was a plasma mini-gun. It was the size of an assault rifle, hardly any recoil, but it overheated after about 500 rounds. Carl trained as our Guard, he trained himself as a Blackguard to Lolth, he was proficient in magic spell to hurt, and wielded a sword and shield, along with heavy armor, made of lighter materials. We bid farewell to the old versions of ourselves, and tread forward, prepared to find, and bring back Ambrosia.

We approached our new posts by APC. We were told to report to a dwarf by the name of Gilmar Stonefist. Along the way, we noticed fire in the distance, the base was under attack. I got on top of the APC, spread my wings, and flew as fast as I could towards the base, I saw what was attacking. Three Balor, when I saw this, I decided at first to fall back, but then I noticed how few of our allies were left. So, I summoned all of my magic, and fired off my most powerful spell; “Tri-shaft Spear of the heavens, crash down upon the wicked!” I yelled the incantation up in the sky, away from the balor, but I saw after the spears shot through the balor leaders, that there were more, flying demons coming at me. I drew my katana, And charged, blasts of energy tore through the amassing wave of demons before I got there, It was Kenneth, the APC, it had caught up to me! “Hope! Behind you!” Carl shouted after felling another balor. Three Hezrous, (they look like a mix between a turkley, a crow, and a vulture) came at me. I quickly Sliced two of them up, but the third got to me, sending me to the ground. It divebombed me, and that’s when I saw him, the commander we were to serve in the following months, Gilmar stonefist. He took his massive hammer, and squashed the creature upon its larger end. He looked at me, ready to attack, but saw that I was wearing the uniform, however shredded it was. “In all mae days, ah ‘ave nevar seen a creature sooch as ye, foight on our side, when ah first ‘eard tha report, ae though twer’ a joke. Ae’m glad ae wus wronk.” He said this, with an air of might about him, as if he could have taken the whole swarm, even without any other soldiers. “Y-yes sir!” I managed to squeak.

It was a great first day, we all got promoted for acts of extreme valor in the face of a mighty enemy, and for protecting our men against a much stronger force, I even got a purple heart. That was when I knew, this war, even though on all fronts we had people dying, and the world would be torn asunder, we would win, and even more important to the three of us, we would get Ambrosia back. How foolish we were at that time, innocent of the event to transpire in the coming months.

I woke to noises of scuffling outside, my heightened levels of hearing keeping me the only one able to hear, even as they got closer. I grabbed the kill-blade from my staff, and went to check on what the noise was. That’s when it hit me.








Kidnapped


Chapter seven.

As I awoke, once more, I noticed I was tied up. There was no one around me, but there definitely was something. It was big, ugly, and partially hooded. It was a demon torture-beast. “Well well well, a traitor eh?” The creature spoke; I could smell its bad breath from the chair. “No. I am no traitor, I was always on thei-“ It stabbed me with a pain blade,(an incorporeal blade made to inflict extreme pain, but not damage) “Hehe, a traitor, a slut, and what’s more, A LIAR! That’s 3 of em’ you have now, good job!” He stabbed me again. “You b*****d… what do you want? Information? ‘Couse I’m not… going to give any to the likes of you!” I yelled the last bit out, beginning to panic. “Heh, It seems you think that you’re able to be heard, but I assure you, you can’t…” He then laughed triumphantly. That was when he got burned. “Dragon breath of the red flame!” I yelled after finishing the concentration for the spell, it lit him on fire. In the confusion, I set aflame the ropes, broke free, and grabbed my blade. I drove it through him, killing him instantly with its holy energies. I broke down the door, with some effort, only to realize I was in the enemies base. I could shut down the portal, but, I would need to craft some interesting lies. I ran up to a portal guard, and said; “You there, the prisoner has escaped!” He retorted as if I were a superior. “Yes Lady Amber Rose!” He then went to ring the alarm, giving me just enough time to set some trap spells of near-M.O.A.B. power. That was when I saw her. “Ambrosia!” I yelled without thinking. She stopped dead in her tracks, turned around as if she had heard or seen a ghost. “You!” She was both surprised and angry. Then the portal guard came back. “Is that your name now?” I asked. “Amber Rose?” I was angry, filled with a deep-seeded rage. One that was almost 10 years old, now directed at the stem instead of the flower. “Wh-what are you doing here?!? You-you’re supposed to be!” She was now scared, I could tell. “I’m much stronger than you think, dear sister…” I summoned the end of the quarter staff, and re-linked the blade. It was now my most proficient, if not favored weapon, the spear.

Then the explosion went off. My own spell, the portal closed, and the world was literally, right around me, being torn asunder. We charged each other. I sliced some of her minions. She wrapped her scythe’s blade around my neck. I ducked. I attempted to slice one of her wings, cripple her movements, it missed. She launched into the air. I followed her. The resounding sound of blades hitting around us signified our childhood rivalry and our relationship now. Then, Kenneth shot her, her wings were punctured. I took this advantage, but she used it as well. I, for one, rammed the purifying blunt part of the handle into her chest, but not before she wrapped her whip around my neck. I used all my might to make the fall faster, but that only drained my strength even more. For some reason, the staff wasn’t working; it should be puncturing the skin, and her essence. It was only pushing her down. Then we hit. I could hear the sounds around me, both man and monster dying, guns blazing, sword clashing against claw. And I knew, somehow, it wasn’t working. She wasn’t being purified. Worst of all, she got up first.
But when she did, Gilmar’s hammer hit her in the face, sending her back about 20ft. Then Carl and Kenneth realized who she was, and rushed to her. “I WILL NOT, BE DEFEATED, OR QUELLED, BY THE LIKES OF YOU!!!” Then, I realized what she now had become. She was a demoness lord. That’s why, It all made sense, why It wouldn’t purify her, why she was stronger, more fit after we fell. She had followed the darker path, and she was stronger. “If you won’t be quelled… then I can put you out of your misery…” Carl said this sternly. “Da yoo naow thes, thes daemon?” Gilmar asked, astonished. “Y-yeah…” I said shakily. “She’s my sister…” “And My friend!” Carl announced. “And the one I love!!” Kenneth yelled. “Well, then Ah guoss thet’s wunn daemon loard, AE WILL ‘AVE TA ONLEH SUBDOO!” Gilmar asked no questions. He charged straight in. He didn’t care about his plans for life, he had told us, and he had forsaken his own destiny. It was his new one to help others reach theirs. He didn’t even need to know why we wanted her back, it seems he just knew. And we charged with him.


“Now, this will be lots of fun, hopefully! Try to keep me somewhat entertained, won’t you, guys?” She said this as her wounds sealed. She charged too. Bashing Carl to the side with one arm, she used the other to whip Gilmar, which he powered through and bashed her gut with his hammer. Kenneth took this opportunity to open up some low-bolt plasma fire at her face. I tried to use the blunt end of my staff to purify her again, it still didn’t work. She had far too much power for only those attacks to subdue her though, She instantly kicked me back, jumping off my chest puncturing some holes in my skin with her hooves. She continued to fly up, until Carl’s shield broke one of her wings. She plummeted, but got back some balance, and pulled out a revolver and shot Carl, he deflected it with his adamantium blade. He picked his shield up, and bashed her in the arm with it. Gilmar bashed her legs with his hammer. Then we heard that horrible sound again, a hell gate, it was below her, and she fell through. For the second time, I had lost my sister.

“This puts a major hitch In our plans.” Kenneth said. “You think we don’t already know that?” I answered. “The staff doesn’t work on the higher ups.” Carl announced. “We’ll have to re-forge it. With a third stone, something…” He was interrupted by Gilmar. “Wot we can do, es ta forge the metol of tha staff en ‘oly wa’er. With tha’ gems, et shood werk.”

And that’s what we did. With Gilmar’s help, we reforged the staff of purification, into the rod of forever-changing lights. It could alter the soul of any demon into that of a human. It would work. We just needed another chance.








Trenches

Chapter eight.

We were back in the tranches, for the past three months, we had been assigned, all four of us, Gilmar, Kenneth, Me, and Carl, a squad. We were the elite strike force squads. We worked well together, Kenneth and Gilmar would go in first, their men firing away, healing and slashing, Gilmar and Kenneth leading the charge. Then, Carl and my groups would flank them from either side. It was perfect for the fields. But not here. Not the trenches. Here, we were pinned by continuous hell-blitz-cannon fire. They had destroyed our radio, our reinforcements, and our mortars. We were considered dead to the outside world. We had only tonight left to initiate the plan, I hope to god that the last of our dig-tanks made it far enough for Carl’s and Kenneth’s tunnel. Me and Gilmar’s squad would wait for the commotion, and then go in, and finish the job.

“So, tell me lass, why do you want Amber rose back as Ambrosia so badly?” Gilmar had lost his accent. He had learned to talk like a surface-dweller again. “Its… It’s because I feel empty still. I feel like everything in my soul is repaired, more human, but since she disappeared, the one part of my soul that remains a succubus, is the hole where the love for her used to be.” He sighed. “Well, I do hope, little lass, that when you do find her again, that the rod of the ever-changing lights will work.” I held rod close to my body. “It will… It has to…”

The explosion happened right on time. The main Hell-blitz-cannon was down. We got out of our fox-holes and drudged along the ground. When we got there, they were surrounded, on the far side of the demon pit from us. All the better for a good and easy fight. We charged in, hacking and slashing our way through the mobs of the demons. I cast a few death magic spells, reanimating their corpses and making them attack their once-allies. Victory was at hand. Now we just needed a radio. That’s when we noticed it. Our APC’S were coming in the trenches behind us. And that there were more demon-pits inwards from where we were. It was going to be a long night.

We, and our reinforcements, made a new base in the new demon pit/trench we conquered. It was to be the new outpost while we pushed further into enemy lines. Though our numbers dwindled, our hearts and spirits were kindled with the thought that this new weapon would give us the power to free Ambrosia from the evil within her.




NewHaven


Chapter Nine.

The general of our front said we were doing so well, that we could go home for a time. But we also needed to be weary. And we were rightfully so. Gilmar decided to check out our town with us. “By the blood of the titans, ye have a nice city here!” He proclaimed. “Oh, Gilmar, this isn’t really a city, more like… a large town.” I spoke softly, of course, I hadn’t been here in 4 years. I wonder how we would be received. And boy, as we approached the centre of town, I began to notice, no one was on the street. As we approached the residential district, I saw that the houses were boarded up. There was something going on here, and I couldn’t put my finger on it. Then we were jumped. “You there, speak your allegiance, friend or foe, your answer will contribute to whether I decide to kill you or not!” It was then that Carl spoke out in his native tongue. “Cal’banorei shola! Etei! Etei mok’nal forteun’ous! Vatai! Ghrihhhhgk’nel! Samantha!” Then, the attackers revealed themselves. It was my other sister, Nancy, Samantha, Kenneth’s brother, Estel. And a couple of the town militia members, alongside the soldiers stationed there. “Wha-how did?” Samantha began to cry. “My little brother, Lolth has forsaken us! Everyone else in the city is dead, we are all that is left!” I was taken back by this. “Sister, is our father… Is daddy really gone?” I cried. “Y-yes… I am… I was… I couldn’t stop her.” She spoke slowly. “Stop who?” I asked. “Ambrosia came here…” She said. This made everything quiet. Then, laughing was heard on a rooftop above us. “Yes, my dear siblings, as you can see, I no longer hold any bonds within my heart to anyone here, not even the one who raised us!” We looked up, it was Ambrosia. “Now, my children will be the ones to finish you off!” She began to laugh again. That’s when the doors to the buildings flew open. “Oh Lolth no!!” Samantha cried. “What?” Kenneth asked. “They didn’t kill the others, in truth, they just embedded demon larvae in them, so that they would be mindless slaves for their cause!” She exclaimed. “Then, we’ll just have to reduce the whole of the city to smoldering ruin…” I muttered. “By the 6 lords of the eternal elements, I call upon Ragnaros for his immortal flame to burn this world to it’s core! Five rod burning jail! Death torch!” As I called down the blast of fire from the heavens upon the city, we were beginning to be overwhelmed by both incubus and succubi alike. But, as the spell hit, and I put a shield up, they were burned to a crisp, their bodies being reduced to crispy husks. Then, Ambrosia jumped down in front of us. “I knew you’d do that, so I brought friends… Kal’noth, Zjiforos!” Behind her, two more demon lords jumped out, both male. And both looked extremely powerful. “Run or shoot.” Kenneth asked. “Shoot” Gilmar said. “RUN!” Nancy screamed. “Both!” Carl and Samantha shouted in unison, and we were off.

We fired at them, with both magic and shot, they took it as if they were foam-darts, slowing down, but no damage. Kenneth fired his gun, the grenade compartment shot a sticky at one of their heads, I couldn’t see whose, then he shot it and it exploded. I could hear a masculine scream. It wasn’t Ambrosia, I turned around, and used a binding spell on her. It kept her down for 5 seconds, then she broke it. We were doomed.
That’s another thing I should have known. We were the bait. “Demon’s bane, thousand year torment of the damned!” A male voice yelled, as a blast of obscenely powerful energy, holy energy that is, hit Ambrosia’s other ally in the back, killing him. Ambrosia turned around, giving me an opening to strike. But before I could use the staff to purify her, the Lord baron Jescovaren Gante fired another blast, killing her almost instantly, but not before she could say; To the north and to the south you will find me, finish it then… To the east and to the west… Where am I? Then, she died.

“We need to pass the river Styx.” Gilmar said. “He’s right, If we are ever to get her back, we need to.” Kenneth said. “But the legendary Malrick, lord of the dread tome… he was the only one who could create the bridge to the other side!” Carl said. “But brother, couldn’t we just-?” Samantha was stopped, by me. “I will turn back time. It is my most powerful, and unstable, spell. Not unstable that it could kill us, but that it could destroy our current world, and substitute it for another” Everyone fell silent.

We had decided to find this Malrick. If he was the only one with the power to send us across, it was our only option.

heres a little tear jerker for you guys. this is true and it happened to me long ago. the memories are burned into my mind. it still hurts. the details arent 100% perfect, but this is what i remember....

i stared at the ceiling from the top bunk. it groaned and protested every movement. i pulled the little old stuffed dalmatian that i had had since before i could remember. since before all of this. i closed my eyes and tried to remember why i was here without throwing up. i squeezed the dalmatian near my heart. his old, weary, abused fabric near my old, weary, abused heart. i remembered the day with a wince of pain.

"mommy. can i wash dis?" i said, just a small child, about 3 years old, holding out a white barney video tape to my mother who was washing dishes. she laughed a short peal at my words.
"yes." she said, and pushed it into the old VHS player and flicking on the tv. i sat down and she carried in my baby sister.
"can you please watch amber for a second, sweetie?"
"ok mommy" i said. i started singing the barney song as it came on, static breaking the picture. my sister, only under a year old, was sitting next to me and making coo noises. she crawled unstably closer to me and pulled at my hair. i turned to her and helped her to sit on my lap with a smile. i never got mad at her, even when she hurt me. she pulled more on my hair and slammed her fist into my leg.
mommy came in when barney and the kids sang the 'i love you' song and sang it. i sang with her, like we always did. i moved amber to the ground and hugged mommy's leg. just then, daddy came in. he walked to mommy and she looked with fear at me. i hugged her leg tighter, trying to make her feel better. she went back to the dishes and he followed her. i heard him yelling at mommy. i ran to them and he was hitting her. i yelled at daddy and pounded his legs, biting him. he shoved me and i hit the cabinets hard. i cried and he let mommy go. she turned back to the dishes with a rag to her nose, blood trickling from it. she dried her hands and picked me up, crushing me into her chest. i hugged her back and sobbed into her shirt.
"im scared mommy"
"i know baby, i know." she rubbed her fingers through my hair and put me down. i thought about how daddy was mad and i ran to amber. she was ok, so i pulled her gently to her crib. i lifted her, grunting from her weight, and put her down. i smiled down at her while she yawned and fell asleep. i walked back to mommy. she finished the dishes and we went and watched more barney.
that night, daddy held out a blue can to me
"want some coke taylor?" he asked
"daddy, thats not coke" i said back
"yes it is." he pointed at the words on the can "C-O-K-E. coke"
"no, it says..." i squinted at the letters. "B-E-E-R."
he took my face in his hand and poured the beer in my mouth. i swallowed some of it and spit it back up. he kept pouring and i ran crying.

things like this happened a lot. soon after that mommy left daddy and took me and amber away. she told me daddys name was david. he wasnt my daddy. my daddy's name was frankie.

we didnt have much money. and i tried to help mommy out a lot. but soon the men came. amber was at grandma's house and i was helping mommy. the men said that i couldnt stay with mommy since she couldnt take care of me. a lady with big boobies and too much makeup put me in a car and drove me to a place with lots of big girls. they said this was my home now.

i came back to the present. i looked around and a low sob broke through my throat. this wasnt that same place. i had been to many of these. i was seven now. i had also lived with many "mommys" and "daddys" but they always brought be back. it was always:
"she cries so much..."
"broke it..."
"hurt someone..."
things like that. i turned onto my stomach, the bunk groaning and shrieking, and cried into the thin pillow, i cried to the dalmatian.
"bones....bones...."
i sobbed his name for hours until i fell asleep in my tears."

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