Book 2 Chapter 119
John
My 9am alarm went off, but I was already in my office.
I read a request from my Warriors. They wanted the day off for Garnet’s birthday. He was pack now, not a dual citizen, and on top of it he was a likeable guy. Ann blended in Just Fine, especially since her wolf was so bubbly and cheerful.
Approved.
To be fair they honestly could have just asked.
As it was, there were times when she felt as my daughter rather than a packmate or friend. I believe that was how Heidi felt about her demon. He was small and needed ‘milk’ still, though Gulteer took the Soul Jar and measured out what he’d need in a glass jar, and also provided the minuscule bottle he needed. It didn’t have to be refrigerated, but he seemed to like it warmed up to about the boiling point of oil now….
I don’t know if They could hear it, but I could hear a male screaming as he sucked his boiling hot magical bottle. I don’t know what they did to it to make them able to hold it, but everyone was content.
The room smelled of oxytocin and excitement.
It made me wonder…
“Does that taste good?” She asked sweetly, while Hellinia awed over him.
He was Cute… and for it, the other witches in her coven reverse used my mate’s stone to get here. The way the stone worked was that it sent you Home from where you were. Using it again sent you back to the location you teleported from. By holding onto Heidi this morning, her visit took them here. If anything happened, their home-stone would take them home, to their coven’s house.
That was actually really smart, since so long as they don’t use it again, it would always bring them back here, then their coven when they’re ready to leave. Magic made me wish that I could perform it sometimes, as crazy as it is. With it, in this world it can damn near accomplish anything; the only limit is how strong of a witch you were.
“By the Horns! He’s So little!” yelled Hellinia, making baby sounds at him, and he squeaked. He was only a few hours old now, and his eyes were open. Every day was about a lunar month for him. Every 13 was a whole year. “He’s made of Clay!” She yelled excitedly.
“Clay?” Asked Heidi. I was cut off by squealing before I could say anything… damnit.
“When are you going to teach him spells?!” Asked Grenadinia.
“I can in 16 days.” She beamed. It said I can try as early as 14, but I want to spend at least 2 days on teaching him how magic works, and let him see the weapon he’ll use. The first month is babyhood. Nothing I’ll teach him will really Stick, but it will prepare him for real training.”
Hellinia clapped excitedly when she handed him to her sister. “My blessing is that he’s quick as a whip.”
“Mine is that he is as strong as his father. When you find him a bonded spouse, it’ll be easier if his strength befits his title… but also be careful. Just as there are women who would Die to be in a royal family, his line is no different. Demon Lords hold a lot of sway… one might even have to bind the she-demon, and make her answer your questions with truth.” She said handing her metal chains.
“Wrap a liar in these, and they will not be able to say any falsehoods, but they also serve as a demonic countermeasure. Should they ever be turned on, not even Zeh’Kahrraam can break out of these. They’re made from grandfather’s flesh. Unlike other witches, we’re formed from Tarteron’s clay.”
I wondered what their demons had to say about that, but Hellinia’s demon spoke up. I didn’t remember his name, but I did know that he had a title now.
“Mistress if I may speak.” He said waiting for her to nod. “My smallest brother should be trained in red lightning, since her ladyship is able to produce it.”
“A fine suggestion. Once he’s a few months old, that could be what you teach him if he masters fire breath first…. I wonder will he get wings?” She asked.
“About half Zeh’Karram’s brood has them, but we won’t know that until his first transformation.”
Damn I didn’t think to make those…. But the Horned One himself gave Zahrraam life. He could mold him as he saw fit. In the meantime though, I followed Heidi when she went to our room to use the bathroom. It would probably be the Only chance I got since the witches treated the birth of a new demon as if Heidi were pregnant.
“I’ll be back.” She said cheerfully, and I followed.
“I’ll give you a second.” I said sitting on the bed while she went inside. I could hear her messing with her hair a little, all the while her heart beat as fast as her baby demon’s.
“Is it something important?” she asked sweetly.
“Yeah….” I patted the bed for her to sit next to me. She was So small for a wolf… her skin was so soft. She’d rested her head on my chest, leaning onto me. Those loving eyes was why I couldn’t hide things from her…. “I am why Zahrraam’Zeh is made of clay and flesh… not hell stuff.”
She giggled. “Well, you Did say that you’d make me a demon if you had to… Thank you…. With him already bound to me, I feel like a witch again.”
“…. then you should thank the Beast Prince as well…” I said a little sheepishly, and I smelled a bit of fear from her.
“Oh No… John that’s so bad… what will the council do if they find out?” I asked.
“Well… I mean seeing as how the Horned One showed up…. And it’s a demon… and I spoke, consorted, conspired, performed illegal magics, summoning of a banned entity, flesh magic-“It was then that she cut me off.
“FLESH- I mean. flesh magic!” she now whisper yelled, but the room had soundproofing. So long as I wasn’t snarling up here, I think we’d be ok.
“Yes, along with providing an agent of the Horned Lion internet access…. That has to be at least another 20 crimes since I gave him my phone.” I said with a smile, but there was genuine fear in her eyes.
“… I lost… I lost so much John, but amidst all of it, you’re my mate…. I cannot handle losing you too…. But thank you. You didn’t have to risk everything, your status, your titles, your position.-” I stopped her.
She shed tears on my chest now, and I hugged her, pulling her into my lap. “There there my sweet little mate. I will be here. I haven’t told a soul besides you, and I know Gulteer wouldn’t talk to the council, to any council if it meant his people were affected in any way.” I smiled.
“The council doesn’t know about him… let’s keep it that way until he’s old enough to fight. Unlike other beings… demons peak when they’re 20 to 25 in age... so in a few months. After that they stop aging as they continue to become stronger.” She said as we both watched Zahrraam crawl kind of slowly, wiggling under the sealed door. There was a rubber flap at the bottom of the door, and some soundproof foam, but he was so small he fit.
Hellinia knocked. “It’s open.” I said casually, and we all kind of let him crawl to Heidi’s feet. She picked him up, and he went to sleep. That was a long crawl for one so small.
“Oh my Night….” She whispered. “I’ve never Seen a baby demon, yet alone one who ran to be with his master of his own choice….”
“Mistress.” Said her demon.
“Oh Shush, you know what I meant.” She smiled.
“…. Can I at least hold him?” He asked.
“You’ll eat him out of jealousy.” She said shaking her head. “Look at his lil’ ears! They’re so soft! He’s like a baby bunny!” She giggled.
He Was jealous, though he was hiding it. He snorted, then spoke, as he was given permission earlier.
“I am his blood. I have nothing to gain… plus father and Master will Surely throw me into the Pit for treason. Fights between generals must be scheduled unless actively threatened.”
“If not the Herald… she smells of Him.” Hissed Grenadinia’s demon as if he’d hesitated to say a cuss word. It was rare to see demons worry, but their stern gazes showed their fear.
“I know… Heidi... are you Ok? Of all the Master’s demons…. He doesn’t have a name for a Reason.” Asked Grenadinia. “We’ve all been so busy… so much has happened on our end as well. The bear shifters have started to trade gems with us.
“He was actually really nice.” She admitted.
“Wow… I didn’t know he allowed mortals in his presence. He doesn’t have a name because people pray to the Pit, that they don’t ever wind up in it.” He said looking at her with concern.
Grenidinia’s demon also spoke up. “It may be just phrases like ‘don’t sunder me,’ or ‘Pit’s mercy’, but it counts. They beg mercy on their souls… the prayers of the damned also filter into it, as no one wants to hear them until they actually mean what they say…. ”
Hellinia added to this information. “It is the Master’s soul-well… unlimited energy, Literally UNLIMITED power lies at the bottomless bottom… a puzzle nothing short of the master himself can enter…completely unobtainable…. Looking at it blinds you, and locked away… are secrets down there. Even Gods can be thrown down there. If you remember the first God of Trickery legend, that was where he wound up…. It’s why it has no end.”
“It’s because all but the master is turned to energy before they get a chance to find anything.” Said Grenadinia.
“… He Is the pit.” Heidi said firmly, catching on, or even knowing something I didn’t.
They both nodded, though Hellinia spoke up. “Not only Is he the Pit… He is the holder of a bottomless fount of energy. The only person that could stop him is the Master himself Without a name… he’d be a demigod if he got one, maybe a full one. He would replace Humblon, God of Mercy for the mortals.”
I’d heard of that god. He’s the one who died for the sins of the humans or something? I didn’t know much about human culture nor did I read up on their beliefs…no one really did to be Fair, unless you worked With them, not do things To them.
Then it dawned on me. He was the reason why my goddess was imprisoned. The dick.
“He’d be the God of Suffering and Lamentation, but no one needs that. Mercy fills the position, testing souls, throwing the unworthy into Purgatory, the endless realm a layer above Hell.. … so father says.” Said Hellinia’s demon. “Father told me that once. ‘Zeh’ mean’s more than an indication of ‘first’ and ‘last’… its original meaning means ‘the punished reborn’, or ‘reforged because of disobedience’. Littlest brother and father are the only ones who hold that title for its full meaning, but he never told me what he did.”
“I am coven matron; I know.” Said Hellinia. “However, it isn’t something I can share with John. Sorry. You’re a member through marriage, but I’m sure the Horned One would get mad if I talked about it. Like…. His crimes are written in his and grandfather’s blood.”
“Wow…” I mumbled. “I don’t want to know then. It isn’t my place.”
“I mean who am I to say? I just figure it best not to ask me, but maybe next time grandfather visits. As the flesh Hands of the Master… he’d know if it’s something to share.”
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