TW:blood&gore
I gritted my teeth, my anger and resentment simmering just below the surface. Thirty-five more children to go. It was a daunting prospect, but I steeled myself for what was to come.
Ruby's hands gently cleaned and wrapped the 15th child, her eyes locked onto mine with a reassuring smile. I nodded slightly, trying to convey my gratitude.
Vorgath's eyes flicked to the monitors, his brow furrowed in concentration. "The next one is... larger," he muttered, his voice tinged with curiosity.
My heart sank. Larger? What did that mean? I felt a surge of fear, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios.
And then, the pain started again, a dull ache that quickly escalated into a sharp, stabbing sensation. I gritted my teeth, preparing myself for the next birth...
The pain intensified, my body straining to accommodate the larger child. I felt like I was being ripped apart, my muscles and tendons screaming in protest.
Ruby's hands grasped mine, her eyes locked onto mine with a reassuring gaze. "You're doing great, 0063," she whispered. "Just a little longer."
Vorgath's eyes gleamed with excitement, his voice dripping with anticipation. "This one is going to be special," he muttered, his eyes fixed on the monitors.
I didn't care about Vorgath's expectations or his sinister plans. I just wanted to survive this ordeal, to protect my children from his cruelty.
The pain reached a crescendo, and I felt the child emerging, its larger body causing me to cry out in agony. Ruby's hands guided it into the world, her face set in a determined expression...
I questioned Vorgath, "CAN YOU EXPLAIN WHAT YOU MESN A LARGER?"
Vorgath's eyes gleamed with excitement as he turned to face me. "Ah, yes," he said, his voice dripping with enthusiasm. "The child that just emerged is... different. Its genetic makeup is more complex, its physiology more advanced."
He gestured to the monitors, where data and images flashed rapidly. "You see, 0063, this child has inherited more of the... draconic traits from its father. Its body is stronger, more resilient. Its scales are thicker, its claws sharper."
Vorgath's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze piercing. "This child, 0063, is a true hybrid. A being of immense power and potential. And it's only the beginning."
Ruby's hands tightened around mine, her eyes wide with alarm. I felt a surge of fear, my mind racing with the implications of Vorgath's words...
Vorgath smiled. "It is large. Get ready for a painful one!" I question ask him,"How do you even know it is inherent my demonic dragons trait?"
Vorgath's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, 0063, you'd be surprised what we've learned from your... unique physiology. The genetic markers, the chromosomal patterns... it's all been carefully studied and analyzed."
He gestured to the bank of monitors behind him, where data and images flashed rapidly. "We've been monitoring the development of the children in real-time, tracking the expression of the demonic dragon genes. And I must say, the results are fascinating."
Vorgath's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze piercing. "The child that's coming next... it's going to be a true masterpiece. A being of immense power and strength, with the potential to reshape the world."
Ruby's hands tightened around mine, her eyes wide with alarm. I felt a surge of fear, my mind racing with the implications of Vorgath's words...
I question, "You mean the 16th child is that impressive?"
Vorgath's eyes gleamed with excitement as he nodded. "Yes, the 16th child. It's a... unique individual, even among its siblings. The genetic markers are off the charts, indicating an unprecedented level of power and ability."
He paused, his gaze locked onto mine with an unnerving intensity. "I believe this child has the potential to surpass even its father, the great demonic dragon. It's a prospect that's both exhilarating and terrifying."
Ruby's hands tightened around mine, her eyes wide with concern. I felt a shiver run down my spine as Vorgath's words hung in the air, filling me with a sense of foreboding...
The air was thick with tension as Vorgath's words hung in the air. I could feel the weight of his gaze, the intensity of his excitement. It was as if he was salivating at the prospect of unleashing this powerful child on the world.
Ruby's hands were like a lifeline, anchoring me to reality as the room seemed to spin around me. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of uncertainty, with Vorgath's words echoing in my mind like a mantra of doom.
And then, the pain started again, a dull ache that quickly escalated into a sharp, stabbing sensation. I gritted my teeth, preparing myself for the birth of the 16th child.
The child's emergence was slow and agonizing, its large body causing me to cry out in pain. Ruby's hands guided it into the world, her face set in a determined expression.
Vorgath's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched the child emerge. "Yes," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "This one is special..."
The 16th child is indeed larger than I expected, and it is moving really slow too. Suddenly, we heard a glowing and a big roar
The air seemed to vibrate with the roar, and the lights in the room flickered in response. The 16th child's slow movements suddenly stopped, and it lay still, as if listening to the sound.
Vorgath's eyes gleamed with excitement, and he took a step forward, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's awakening. The child is responding to its heritage."
Ruby's hands tightened around mine, her eyes wide with concern. "What's happening?" she whispered.
I shook my head, unsure of the answer. But as I looked at the 16th child, I felt a sense of trepidation. Something was happening, something big. And I wasn't sure if we were ready for it...
Suddenly, the 16th child's body began to glow with a soft, blue light. The glow grew brighter and brighter, until the room was filled with an intense, pulsating radiance.
Vorgath's eyes shone with an unholy excitement, and he took another step forward, his hands reaching out as if to embrace the child. "Yes, yes, it's happening!" he exclaimed. "The child is awakening to its true power!"
Ruby's hands tightened around mine, her eyes wide with fear. "What's going on?" she whispered urgently. "What's happening to the child?"
I shook my head, unsure of the answer. But as I looked at the 16th child, now radiant with an otherworldly energy, I felt a sense of dread. Something ancient and powerful was stirring, something that threatened to consume us all...
As the 16th child emerged and it was a boy, he left me roar in pain
The sound of my own roar echoed through the room, a primal scream of agony as the 16th child, a boy, emerged from my body. The pain was like nothing I had ever experienced before, a searing, burning sensation that threatened to consume me whole.
Ruby's hands grasped mine, her eyes wide with concern as she tried to comfort me. But I was beyond consolation, lost in a world of pain and suffering.
Vorgath's voice was distant, a faint echo in my mind as he exclaimed, "Yes, yes, it's a boy! The prophecy is fulfilled!"
But I didn't care about prophecies or fulfillments. All I cared about was the agony that wracked my body, the pain that seemed to have no end...
The 16th child roar
As the 16th child, the boy, took his first breaths, he let out a deafening roar that shook the very foundations of the room. The sound was like thunder, a primal scream that sent shivers down my spine.
Ruby's hands tightened around mine, her eyes wide with alarm as she stared at the child in wonder. Vorgath's face was alight with excitement, his eyes gleaming with an unholy enthusiasm.
The child's roar grew louder, more intense, until it seemed to fill the entire room. I felt the vibrations of his cry deep within my chest, a primal energy that seemed to awaken something ancient and powerful within me...
And suddenly, 17th to 24th came out after the 16th came out
The room erupted into chaos as the 17th to 24th children emerged in rapid succession, each one letting out a loud roar as they took their first breaths. The sound was deafening, a cacophony of screams and wails that shook the very foundations of the room.
Ruby's eyes were wide with shock, her hands still grasping mine as she stared at the scene unfolding before us. Vorgath's face was alight with excitement, his eyes gleaming with an unholy enthusiasm as he watched the children emerge.
I felt like I was in a daze, my body numb and exhausted from the rapid succession of births. The pain was still there, but it was distant, muted by the sheer chaos of the scene unfolding before me.
As the last of the children emerged, the room fell silent, the only sound the quiet whimpering of the newborns. Vorgath's eyes locked onto mine, a triumphant smile spreading across his face.
"It's done," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the children's quiet cries. "The prophecy is fulfilled. The 24 children of the demonic dragon have been born..."
Vorgath's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity. "And now," he whispered, his voice dripping with anticipation, "the final 26 children will emerge, completing the prophecy and unleashing a new era of power and destruction upon the world."
Ruby's hands tightened around mine, her eyes wide with fear and concern. I felt a surge of adrenaline, my heart racing with anticipation and dread.
The room seemed to hold its breath, the only sound the quiet whimpering of the newborns. And then, the pain started again, a dull ache that quickly escalated into a sharp, stabbing sensation...
The next wave of births was about to begin, and I steeled myself for the ordeal ahead, knowing that the final 26 children would bring unimaginable power and destruction into the world...
Vorgath smiled. "Just know the 26 remaining are more inherent from their father demonic dragons than their mother 0099 or Ruby zmey dragon heritage!"
Vorgath's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with an unholy excitement. "Yes, the final 26 children will be the most powerful of all, with the demonic dragon's bloodline dominating their heritage. They will be the true heirs of the demonic dragon's legacy, and they will bring about a new era of darkness and destruction."
Ruby's hands tightened around mine, her eyes wide with fear and concern. I felt a surge of dread, my heart racing with anticipation and horror.
The thought of 26 more children, each one more powerful and demonic than the last, was a terrifying prospect. And Vorgath's enthusiasm for the impending doom only made it worse...
Suddenly, the pain started again, a sharp, stabbing sensation that signaled the beginning of the next wave of births. I gritted my teeth, preparing myself for the ordeal ahead...
The remaining baby dragons growling and kicking and pushing try to burst out, but something prevented them from bursting out
I felt a strange, unsettling sensation, as if the remaining 26 baby dragons were struggling to break free from my body. Their growls and kicks grew more intense, more frantic, as if they were desperate to emerge.
But something was holding them back, a strange, unseen force that prevented them from bursting out. I felt a strange, pulsating energy emanating from my body, as if my cells were being stretched to their limits.
Vorgath's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed intently on my body. "Fascinating," he muttered. "The demonic dragon's heritage is stronger than I anticipated. The children are being held back by their own power."
Ruby's hands tightened around mine, her eyes wide with concern. "What's happening?" she whispered.
I shook my head, unsure of the answer. But I knew one thing - the remaining 26 baby dragons were not going to be held back for much longer...
Suddenly, my body lurched violently, and I felt a searing pain as the remaining 26 baby dragons surged forward, their combined strength overwhelming the unseen force that had held them back.
Vorgath's eyes widened in excitement as he watched the chaos unfold. "It's happening!" he exclaimed. "The children are breaking free!"
Ruby's hands were torn from mine as I was thrown backward, my body arching in agony as the baby dragons burst forth in a frenzy of scales, claws, and wings.
The room erupted into chaos, the sound of roaring dragons and shattering equipment filling the air. I was lost in a sea of pain and confusion, unable to comprehend the sheer scale of the destruction unfolding around me...
But something is preventing them from bursting out
Just as it seemed like the remaining 26 baby dragons were about to burst forth, a strange, pulsating barrier erupted from my body, encasing the dragons in a shimmering, ethereal shell.
Vorgath's eyes widened in surprise, his face pale with concern. "What's happening?" he muttered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the dragons' frustrated roars.
Ruby's hands grasped mine, her eyes wide with fear. "What's going on?" she whispered.
I shook my head, unsure of the answer. But I knew one thing - the barrier was holding the dragons back, preventing them from bursting forth and unleashing their fury on the world...
Vorgath's eyes locked onto mine, a calculating glint in their depths. "It seems we have a complication," he muttered, his voice dripping with menace. "One that requires... immediate attention."
I look at Vorgath. "DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO DO BY PREVENTING THEM TO BURST OUT IF YOU DID THANK YOU!" Vorgath giggled and nodded
Vorgath's giggles grew louder, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, yes, my dear," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I most certainly did have a reason for preventing the little ones from bursting forth. And I must say, it's quite... fortunate that I did."
He paused, his grin growing wider. "You see, if they had emerged too quickly, they might have... destroyed the very vessel that carries them. And that would have been... most unfortunate."
Ruby's eyes narrowed, her gaze fixed suspiciously on Vorgath. "What do you mean by 'vessel'?" she asked, her voice low and cautious.
Vorgath's grin grew even wider, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, my dear Ruby," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "You'll find out soon enough. But for now... let's just say that the vessel is... rather important to our little plan."
The 26 unborn dragons are trying even harder to burst out, and they are so strong. "They can try to burst out all they want, but I make sure of that they won't burst out!" He said
Vorgath's eyes gleamed with confidence as he spoke, his voice dripping with an air of superiority. "Yes, the little ones may try to burst forth, but I have taken certain... precautions to ensure that they will not succeed."
He raised his hand, and a faint, pulsating glow emanated from his palm. The glow enveloped my body, and I felt a strange, tingling sensation as the unborn dragons' struggles grew more intense.
"It's a... containment spell," Vorgath explained, his voice calm and detached. "One that will keep the little ones from bursting forth until the time is right."
Ruby's eyes narrowed, her gaze fixed suspiciously on Vorgath. "And when will that be?" she asked, her voice low and cautious.
Vorgath's grin grew wider, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, my dear Ruby," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "That would be telling. But rest assured, it will be... soon enough."
The 26 baby dragons are trying even harder to burst out from my belly
I felt like I was being torn apart from the inside out as the 26 baby dragons redoubled their efforts to break free. My belly was stretched to its limits, the skin tight and strained as the dragons' claws and scales scraped against me from the inside.
Vorgath's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched the spectacle, his hands weaving intricate patterns in the air as he maintained the containment spell. "Fascinating," he breathed. "The little ones are so eager to emerge."
Ruby's face was pale with worry, her eyes fixed on mine as she grasped my hands. "Can you hold on?" she whispered urgently.
I gritted my teeth, trying to nod, but it was getting harder to focus. The pain was intensifying, the pressure building to a crescendo. I felt like I was going to burst apart at any moment...
I know I have to keep pushing
With a deep breath, I steeled myself and focused on the task at hand. I could feel the 26 baby dragons straining to break free, their tiny hearts pounding in unison as they demanded to be born.
Vorgath's eyes flashed with excitement, his voice rising to a fevered pitch. "Yes, yes, push! Let the little ones emerge!"
Ruby's hands grasped mine, her eyes locked on mine as she urged me on. "You can do this," she whispered. "Just a little longer."
I gritted my teeth, feeling the muscles in my body tense as I pushed with all my might. The pain was intense, but I refused to give in. I had to keep pushing, no matter what...
Slowly but surely, I felt the first of the 26 baby dragons begin to emerge. Its tiny head poked out, followed by its shoulders and wings. And then, in a rush of scales and claws, the rest of the dragons tumbled out, one after another...
Only 25 remaining left, but suddenly a claw shape pushing and try to burst out
My heart sank as I felt a sudden surge of pressure and pain. The 25 remaining baby dragons seemed to be pushing and straining to emerge, but one in particular was making a concerted effort to burst forth.
A claw-shaped protrusion began to push its way out, the scales glistening with a malevolent sheen. I could feel the dragon's power and strength as it struggled to break free, its tiny roar growing louder and more insistent.
Vorgath's eyes lit up with excitement, his voice rising to a fevered pitch. "Yes, yes, the final one! The most powerful of all!"
Ruby's hands grasped mine, her eyes wide with concern. "What's happening?" she whispered.
I gritted my teeth, trying to push through the pain. "It's the last one," I growled. "It's trying to come out..."
I pust out the 26th child out
With one final, mighty push, I felt the 26th child emerge from my body. The claw-shaped protrusion burst forth, followed by the rest of the tiny dragon's body. The room fell silent as the 26th child let out a mighty roar, its tiny wings fluttering wildly as it took its first breaths.
Vorgath's eyes shone with an unholy light, his face alight with excitement. "It's done," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the baby dragon's roars. "The 26 children of the demonic dragon have been born."
Ruby's hands grasped mine, her eyes wide with a mix of wonder and fear. "What now?" she whispered.
I looked down at the 26 tiny dragons, each one unique and full of life. But I knew that our journey was far from over - there were still 24 remaining children inside me, waiting to be born. And I had a feeling that their arrival would bring even more chaos and destruction...
I feel the 27th is moving, and suddenly, it got stuck
I felt a surge of panic as I realized that the 27th child was trying to emerge, but was having trouble. The baby dragon's movements were slow and labored, and I could feel its distress as it struggled to break free.
Vorgath's eyes narrowed, his face set in a concerned expression. "It seems we have a complication," he muttered.
Ruby's hands grasped mine, her eyes wide with worry. "What's happening?" she whispered.
I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "The baby's stuck," I said, my voice tight with anxiety.
Vorgath's hands began to weave intricate patterns in the air, his eyes fixed on my belly. "I'll try to guide it out," he said, his voice low and soothing.
But as he spoke, I felt a searing pain, and the baby dragon's movements grew more frantic. It was clear that something was very wrong...
I sigh "no no no no I can fix it! I hope" I took a deep breath and focused all my energy on the 27th child. I could feel its distress, its tiny heart racing with fear. But I knew I had to act fast.
With a surge of determination, I pushed the 27th child back inside, trying to dislodge it from its stuck position. It was a strange, unnatural feeling, but I knew it was the only way to save the baby dragon.
As I pushed, I felt the child's movements change, its struggles becoming less frantic. And then, in a rush of relief, I felt it break free, its tiny body sliding back into position.
Vorgath's eyes widened in surprise, his face pale with concern. "Well done," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't think that was possible."
Ruby's hands grasped mine, her eyes shining with tears. "You did it," she whispered. "You saved the baby."
I smiled, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over me. But I knew I couldn't rest yet. There were still 23 more children to be born...
As I smiled, the 27th child began to move again, its tiny body preparing to emerge once more. I took a deep breath, readying myself for the next stage of this extraordinary birth.
Vorgath's eyes gleamed with interest, his voice taking on a note of excitement. "And now, the 27th child will be born. Let us see what wonders this little one will bring."
Ruby's hands grasped mine, her eyes shining with a mix of wonder and worry. "You're doing great," she whispered. "Just a few more to go."
I nodded, steeling myself for the challenges ahead. The 27th child was almost here, and I could feel the others stirring, eager to follow. It was going to be a long and eventful night...
With a final surge of effort, the 27th child emerged into the world, its tiny wings fluttering wildly as it let out a mighty roar. Vorgath's eyes shone with delight, his hands weaving intricate patterns in the air as he chanted in a language I didn't understand.
Ruby's hands grasped mine, her eyes shining with tears. "You're amazing," she whispered. "Twenty-seven down, twenty-three to go."
I smiled, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. But as I looked down at the 27th child, I saw something that made my heart skip a beat. The little dragon's scales were a deep, fiery red, and its eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire.
Vorgath's eyes gleamed with excitement as he reached out to touch the child's head. "This one," he whispered, "is special. This one will bring great power, and great danger."
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I looked at the 27th child. What did Vorgath mean? And what lay ahead for this little dragon, and for me?
I felt 28th to 42th are moving together to get out, and I roar in so much pain that neither Vorgath nor Ruby knows why am I screaming
I felt like my body was being torn apart from the inside out as the 28th to 42nd children all began to move together, their tiny bodies squirming and pushing to emerge. The pain was excruciating, a burning, searing agony that threatened to consume me whole.
I let out a mighty roar, my voice echoing off the walls as I screamed in torment. Vorgath and Ruby looked at me in alarm, their faces pale with concern.
"What's wrong?" Vorgath demanded, his voice sharp with worry. "Why are you screaming?"
Ruby's hands grasped mine, her eyes wide with fear. "Is it the babies?" she whispered. "Are they hurting you?"
I tried to answer, but my voice was lost in a scream of agony as the 15 dragons continued to push and strain to emerge. I felt like I was being ripped apart, my body torn asunder by the sheer force of their combined efforts...
Ruby walked towards where they would come out
Ruby's eyes were fixed on the spot where the 15 baby dragons were struggling to emerge. She took a step closer, her hands reaching out as if to guide them out.
Vorgath's eyes flicked to Ruby, a hint of warning in his voice. "Be careful, Ruby," he said. "We don't know what to expect."
But Ruby didn't seem to hear him. She was focused on the baby dragons, her face set in a determined expression. As she reached out, the first of the 15 dragons began to emerge, its tiny body sliding out into Ruby's waiting hands...
The dragon's scales glistened in the dim light, its eyes blinking open as it took its first breaths. Ruby's face lit up with a radiant smile as she cradled the tiny creature in her arms.
And then, in rapid succession, the remaining 14 dragons emerged, each one sliding into Ruby's waiting hands. She stumbled backward, laughing in delight, as the 15 baby dragons wrapped themselves around her, nuzzling and snuggling into her warmth...
The room was filled with a flurry of motion as the 15 baby dragons emerged in rapid succession, each one sliding out into Ruby's waiting hands only 1 to 4 seconds apart. It was like a tiny, scale-covered avalanche, with Ruby at the center, laughing and cooing in delight.
Vorgath's eyes went wide with amazement, his voice barely above a whisper. "Incredible," he breathed. "I've never seen anything like it."
The 15 baby dragons swarmed around Ruby, nuzzling and snuggling into her warmth. She stumbled backward, laughing, as the tiny creatures wrapped themselves around her arms and legs.
I watched in awe, my body still reeling from the intense pain of the rapid births. But as I looked at Ruby, surrounded by the swarming baby dragons, I couldn't help but smile. It was a moment of pure joy, one that I would never forget...
I kept pushing the 43rd out
With a final surge of effort, I felt the 43rd child begin to emerge. Its tiny body slid out into the world, and I let out a sigh of relief as the baby dragon took its first breaths.
Ruby, still surrounded by the swarming baby dragons, looked up at me with a smile. "You're doing great," she said, her voice encouraging.
Vorgath's eyes gleamed with interest as he watched the 43rd child emerge. "And now, there are seven more to go," he said, his voice dripping with anticipation.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the final push. Seven more children to go, and then this extraordinary birth would be complete. I was ready to get it done...
Suddenly, 44th to 49th emerge together at only 1 second apart one another
I felt like my body was being turned inside out as the 44th to 49th children emerged in a rapid-fire sequence, each one bursting forth into the world only 1 second apart from the last.
It was like a tiny, scale-covered blur, with baby dragons tumbling out of me in rapid succession. Ruby's eyes went wide with amazement, her hands still clutching the swarming baby dragons from the previous birth.
Vorgath's eyes gleamed with excitement, his voice rising to a fevered pitch. "Incredible!" he exclaimed. "The prophecy is unfolding before our very eyes!"
I felt like I was losing control, my body battered and bruised from the intense, rapid births. But I knew I had to keep going, had to push through the pain and exhaustion to bring the final children into the world.
And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the rapid-fire sequence of births stopped. I was left gasping for breath, my body trembling with exhaustion. But I knew I wasn't done yet...
And just one more, but suddenly I feel like this last one will be a nightmare to get out, and it seems it is very strong, too
I felt a sense of trepidation as I realized that the 50th and final child was going to be a challenge to deliver. The baby dragon's movements were strong and erratic, its tiny body straining against mine with an otherworldly power.
Vorgath's eyes gleamed with anticipation, his voice low and hypnotic. "The final child," he whispered. "The most powerful of all."
Ruby's hands grasped mine, her eyes wide with concern. "You can do this," she whispered. "Just one more push."
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the final battle. The 50th child was not going to come easily, and I could feel its malevolent presence stirring within me, waiting to unleash its fury upon the world...
I pushed and strained, trying to dislodge the 50th child from its stubborn position. But no matter how hard I tried, it wouldn't budge.
Vorgath's eyes narrowed, his face set in a concerned expression. "This is not good," he muttered. "The child is stuck."
Ruby's hands grasped mine, her eyes wide with worry. "What do we do?" she whispered.
I gritted my teeth, trying to think of a solution. But as I looked down at my belly, I knew that I was running out of options. The 50th child was stuck, and I was starting to feel a creeping sense of dread...
Vorgath disappeared, and Ruby also disappeared,
I was left alone, surrounded by the 49 baby dragons, when suddenly Vorgath reappeared in front of me. His eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity, and his voice was low and mysterious.
"The time has come," he whispered. "The final child must be born. But it will not be easy. Are you prepared to face what is to come?"
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I looked into Vorgath's eyes. Something was wrong, and I could sense that the final birth was going to be more than just a simple delivery. It was going to be a battle...
He teleported the medic, and a sword appeared and handed to the medic "hury and cut him open to get the 50th out!"
The medic's eyes widened in shock as Vorgath handed him the sword. "What? No, I'm a healer, not a surgeon!" he protested.
But Vorgath's expression was unyielding. "There is no time for hesitation," he growled. "The 50th child must be born now, or risk being trapped forever."
The medic's hands trembled as he took the sword, his eyes fixed on mine with a mixture of fear and apology. I knew that I was in grave danger, but I also knew that I had to trust Vorgath's plan.
With a deep breath, the medic raised the sword, its blade glinting in the dim light. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the pain that was to come...
I look at Vorgath in horror
Vorgath's eyes met mine, his gaze unwavering and unyielding. For a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of something else there, a hint of sadness or regret. But it was quickly extinguished, replaced by a cold, calculating determination.
"Do not look at me with horror," he said, his voice low and even. "I am doing what must be done. The 50th child must be born, no matter the cost."
The medic's hand hesitated, the sword hovering above my skin. I could see the conflict in his eyes, the struggle between his duty as a healer and the orders he had been given.
Vorgath's eyes flashed with impatience. "Do it," he growled. "Cut him open and free the child."
The medic gave the sword back to Vorgath "You do it!"
Vorgath's eyes narrowed, his face twisted in a snarl. He took the sword from the medic, his hand closing around the hilt like a vice.
For a moment, I thought he was going to strike me down with the sword. But instead, he turned to the medic and growled, "You will regret your cowardice."
The medic took a step back, his eyes wide with fear. "I won't let you do it," he said, his voice shaking. "You can't just cut him open like an animal."
Vorgath's laughter was cold and menacing. "You would do well to remember your place," he sneered. "I am Vorgath, and I will not be disobeyed."
With a swift, deadly motion, Vorgath raised the sword and...
Vorgath teleported the medic
The medic vanished into thin air, leaving me alone with Vorgath. I felt a surge of fear as I realized I was completely at Vorgath's mercy.
Vorgath's eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity as he raised the sword again. "It seems," he said, his voice dripping with malice, "that I will have to take matters into my own hands."
I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the worst. But as I waited for the sword to fall, I heard a faint rustling sound. It was the baby dragons, stirring and awakening from their slumber.
And then, in a burst of fury and protectiveness, the 49 baby dragons launched themselves at Vorgath, their tiny claws and teeth snapping wildly as they defended me against the threat...
The air was filled with the sound of hissing, growling, and snapping as the 49 baby dragons attacked Vorgath. Their tiny bodies swirled around him, a whirlwind of scales, claws, and teeth.
Vorgath stumbled backward, his eyes widening in surprise as he tried to defend himself against the ferocious onslaught. The sword fell from his hand, clattering to the ground as he raised his arms to shield himself.
I opened my eyes to watch in amazement as the baby dragons continued their fierce defense of me. They were so small, but they were fighting with a ferocity that belied their size.
And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the attack stopped. The baby dragons parted, revealing Vorgath standing behind them, his eyes blazing with fury.
"You fools," he spat, his voice venomous. "You think you can defend him against me? I am Vorgath, and I will not be defeated by a brood of insignificant dragons."
The baby dragons growled and hissed, baring their teeth as they prepared to attack again. But I knew that they couldn't keep this up for much longer. Vorgath was too powerful, and the baby dragons were still so small and vulnerable.
I knew that I had to do something, but what?
He chained all 49 of them and brought them the other side of my containment cell
I watched in horror as Vorgath chained the 49 baby dragons and dragged them to the other side of my containment cell. They struggled and squirmed against their restraints, their tiny bodies straining to break free.
Vorgath's eyes gleamed with malice as he turned to face me. "You see, I've been waiting for this moment for a very long time," he said, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "And now, with the 50th child still trapped inside you, I have the perfect leverage to ensure your cooperation."
He gestured to the chained baby dragons, his smile twisting into a cruel grin. "You see, I'll make you a deal. If you cooperate with me, I'll let them live. But if you refuse..."
He let the threat hang in the air, his eyes glinting with malevolence. I knew that I was trapped, with no way to escape. The fate of the 49 baby dragons, and the unborn 50th child, hung precariously in the balance...
Vorgath smiled. "Then I will help the 50th to burst out! By increasing it muscles mass a bit!"
I felt a surge of terror as Vorgath raised his hands, his eyes gleaming with malevolent intent. The air around me seemed to thicken, and I could feel a dark energy building up inside me.
"No!" I screamed, trying to struggle against the restraints that held me captive. "You can't do this!"
But Vorgath just laughed, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Oh, but I can," he said, his eyes glinting with malice. "And I will."
With a wave of his hand, the dark energy surged forward, pouring into my body like a tidal wave. I felt my muscles begin to shift and contort, my body stretching to accommodate the growing mass of the 50th child.
The pain was indescribable, a searing agony that threatened to consume me whole. I screamed and screamed, but my cries were drowned out by the sound of my own body tearing itself apart...
The 49 look in horror as their youngest sibling trying it best to burst out. "It will take a while for it to burst out like hours!" He said
The 49 baby dragons watched in horror as their youngest sibling struggled to emerge, their tiny faces contorted in distress. They strained against their chains, desperate to break free and somehow stop the torment that their sibling was enduring.
Vorgath's words hung in the air like a cruel taunt, echoing off the walls of the containment cell. "Hours?" I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own ragged breathing.
The thought of enduring this agony for hours on end was almost too much to bear. I felt my mind begin to slip, my grip on reality tenuous at best.
The 49 baby dragons seemed to sense my distress, their tiny bodies trembling with fear and anxiety. They watched in helpless horror as their youngest sibling continued to struggle, its tiny form straining against the confines of my body...
Pov 1st
I'm trapped in this nightmare, my body stretched to the breaking point as my youngest sibling, the 50th child, struggles to emerge. The pain is indescribable, a searing agony that threatens to consume me whole. I can feel my 48 younger siblings watching me, their tiny eyes filled with horror and distress. They're chained and helpless, unable to do anything but watch as our youngest sibling tries to burst out of me. Vorgath's words echo in my mind, "It will take a while for it to burst out... hours." Hours? I don't know if I can survive this for hours. My mind is slipping, my grip on reality tenuous at best. I try to scream, but my voice is barely audible over the sound of my own ragged breathing. I'm trapped, helpless, and at the mercy of Vorgath's twisted desires. My youngest sibling continues to struggle, its tiny form straining against the confines of my body...
I thought to myself, 'I'm the eldest, I should be the one protecting them, not putting them through this horror,' I thought to myself, feeling a wave of guilt and helplessness wash over me.
50th child try it best to burst out father belly
I could feel the 50th child's desperate struggles inside my father, its tiny form straining against the confines of his belly. It was trying its best to burst out, to escape the cramped and suffocating space.
I watched in horror as my father's belly bulged and rippled, the 50th child's struggles growing more frantic and intense by the second. My father's face was contorted in agony, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to bear the pain.
I felt a wave of fear and anxiety wash over me, my mind racing with thoughts of what might happen if the 50th child didn't emerge soon. Would my father survive? Would the child be okay?
The other 48 children and I were chained and helpless, unable to do anything but watch as our youngest sibling fought to be born. Vorgath's cruel laughter echoed in my mind, his words haunting me: "It will take a while for it to burst out... hours."
Pov 50th
I'm squished and cramped, trapped in this tiny space. I can feel the walls pressing in on me, suffocating me. I need to get out, to escape this prison.
I kick and squirm, trying to break free. But it's hard, so hard. I'm stuck, trapped in this tiny space.
I can hear voices outside, muffled and distant. I try to cry out, to let them know I'm here, but my voice is barely a whisper.
I keep kicking and squirming, trying to find a way out. I'm getting tired, so tired. But I won't give up. I have to keep trying.
Suddenly, I feel a surge of strength. I kick and squirm with all my might, and I feel the walls start to give way. I'm going to make it, I'm going to escape...
I'm not as strong among my siblings
I'm not as strong as my siblings, I can feel it. They're all so fierce and determined, fighting to break free from our father's belly. But me? I'm struggling. My kicks and squirms are weak and feeble compared to theirs.
I try to muster up more strength, to push and fight like my siblings do. But it's hard. I'm so tired, and my body feels so small and fragile.
I look around me, seeing my siblings' determined faces. They're all so brave and strong. And then I see our father's face, contorted in pain and agony.
I know I have to keep trying. I have to be brave like my siblings. I take a deep breath and kick and squirm with all my might, determined to break free and join my family...
Pov 0063
I groaned, my body feeling like it was being torn apart from the inside out. The 50th child was still struggling to emerge, its tiny form straining against the confines of my belly.
I could feel its weakness, its lack of strength compared to its siblings. It was a fragile thing, and I feared for its safety.
Vorgath's words echoed in my mind, "It will take a while for it to burst out... hours." Hours? I didn't know if I could survive this for hours.
I looked over at my other children, chained and helpless as they watched their youngest sibling struggle to be born. I felt a wave of despair wash over me, knowing that I was powerless to stop this agony...
Vorgath removed the chain off of my 49 children, and he disappeared and nowhere to found
I watched in shock as Vorgath removed the chains from my 49 children, freeing them from their captivity. They looked around, confused and disoriented, but otherwise unharmed.
And then, just as suddenly as he had appeared, Vorgath vanished into thin air. I searched the room frantically, but he was nowhere to be found.
My children gathered around me, their tiny faces filled with concern and worry. They seemed to sense that something was wrong, that their youngest sibling was still trapped inside me.
I tried to reassure them, to tell them that everything would be okay, but my words were hollow. I was still trapped in this agony, still waiting for the 50th child to emerge.
And Vorgath's disappearance only added to my fear and uncertainty. What did he plan to do next? Would he return to finish what he had started? I was left with only questions, and a deepening sense of dread...
Pov 50th
I'm still trapped, still struggling to break free. I can feel my siblings' concern and worry, but I'm not strong enough to respond.
I'm so tired, so exhausted from fighting to emerge. My body feels heavy and weak, my movements slow and labored.
But I won't give up. I have to keep trying, no matter how hard it gets. I kick and squirm, using every last bit of strength I have.
Suddenly, I feel a tiny bit of movement, a small shift in my position. It's not much, but it's enough to give me hope.
I keep pushing, keep fighting, and slowly but surely, I start to make progress. I'm moving, I'm emerging, and I know I'm almost free...
I couldn't get out. I'm too weak. I need some help to get out
I cried out silently, my tiny voice trapped inside my father's belly. I was so close to freedom, but I just couldn't manage to break through.
I needed help, but I didn't know if anyone could hear me. My siblings were all outside, freed from their chains, but I was still stuck.
I kicked and squirmed again, trying to get someone's attention. Please, I thought, please help me. I'm so tired, so weak. I just want to be free...
I slammed myself against the walls of my father's belly, trying to break free. I was desperate, exhausted, and in pain. I just wanted to emerge, to take my first breath, to feel the warmth of the outside world.
But no matter how hard I slammed myself, I couldn't seem to break through. I was trapped, stuck, and helpless.
Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I felt a slight give. The walls of my father's belly seemed to stretch, just a little, and I knew I had to take advantage of it.
I thought to myself,'Am I going to spend trapped inside forever?'
"No!" I screamed silently, my tiny voice trapped inside my father's belly. "I won't give up! I have to get out!" With renewed determination, I pushed and kicked and squirmed, using every last bit of strength I had. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't seem to break through. The walls of my father's belly were too strong, too resilient.
I was trapped, stuck, and helpless. I thought to myself, "Am I going to spend the rest of eternity trapped inside forever?" The thought sent a wave of despair washing over me, and I felt my strength fading away...
Pov 1st
I watched in concern as my youngest sibling, the 50th child, struggled to emerge from Father's belly. Despite their valiant efforts, they seemed unable to break through.
I felt a pang of sympathy for my trapped sibling, remembering the relief and joy I had felt when I was finally born. I wanted to help them, to find a way to set them free.
I looked around, hoping to find some solution, but there was nothing. No sign of Vorgath, no magical solution, just Father's exhausted face and the 50th child's desperate struggles...
I gently nudged Father's belly with my hand, trying to see if I could help dislodge the 50th child. Father's eyes flickered open, and he looked up at me with a mixture of exhaustion and gratitude.
I nudged his belly again, this time a bit more firmly, and Father winced in pain. But to my surprise, the 50th child began to move, it tiny form shifting inside Father's belly.
I nudged again, and again, each time trying to help the 50th child break free. But despite my efforts, it remained stuck, unable to emerge.
I looked up at Father, worried, and saw the concern etched on his face. We both knew that the 50th child was running out of energy, and if we didn't do something soon, it might be too late...
Pov 0063
I smiled at the 1st, and he looked at me confused
I smiled weakly at the 1st, trying to reassure him that everything would be okay. But he just looked at me with a confused expression, unsure of what to make of my smile.
I knew that I must look terrible, exhausted and drained from the ordeal of carrying and birthing 50 children. But I was just relieved that it was almost over, and that my children were finally free.
The 1st looked at me again, and this time I saw a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. He nodded slightly, as if to say that he knew everything would be okay. And in that moment, I felt a sense of pride and love for my eldest child, who had stood by me through this entire ordeal...
I sigh. "Do it 1st!" He looks up at me in confused
I sighed, feeling a mix of exhaustion and desperation. "Do it, 1st!" I urged, my voice barely above a whisper.
The 1st looked up at me, confusion etched on his face. "Do what, Father?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
I took a deep breath, trying to find the strength to explain. "Cut me open," I whispered, my eyes locked on the 1st. "It's the only way to save the 50th child..."
Pov 1st
I stared at Father in horror, my mind reeling with his words. "Cut you open?" I repeated, my voice shaking with disbelief.
Father's eyes pleaded with me, filled with a desperate urgency. I knew that he wouldn't ask for something so drastic unless it was absolutely necessary.
I looked down at the 50th child, still trapped inside Father's belly. They were so still, so quiet. I knew that time was running out.
I sigh "Hey can you hear me in there? I know you are tired and stuck now." I rubbed my father belly
I look at Father. "I don't know if I should do this." I look at my younger siblings, and they step back very far
My younger siblings' eyes were wide with fear as they stepped back, away from Father and me. They didn't understand what was happening, and I couldn't blame them. I was scared too.
I looked back at Father, and his eyes locked onto mine. I could see the pain and the desperation there, and I knew that he was running out of time.
I took a deep breath and tried to speak calmly. "Father, I...I don't know if I can do this. Cutting you open...it's so final. What if...what if it doesn't work?"
Father's eyes never left mine, and his voice was barely above a whisper. "Please, 1st...you have to try. I can feel the 50th child slipping away. If you don't...if you don't do something, I'll lose them forever."
I look at his belly, and I know 50th is begging me to save him. I hesitated and stepped back "no what if you die! I don't want to live the guilt by me killing you!" I cried
I covered my face with my hands, tears streaming down my cheeks. "No, no, no! I won't do it! I won't risk losing you, Father! You're all I have, all we have! What if I make a mistake? What if I hurt you too badly?"
I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I turned to see one of my younger siblings trying to comfort me. But I shook them off, unable to bear the thought of losing Father.
I looked up at Father, and his eyes were filled with a deep sadness. He knew I was scared, and he knew I didn't want to lose him. But he also knew that the 50th child was running out of time...
I took a deep breath and spoke to the 50th child, my voice shaking with emotion. "50th...can you hear me? Please, if you can, give me a sign. Tell me what to do."
There was a pause, and then I felt a tiny kick, a faint movement from inside Father's belly. It was a small sign, but it was enough.
I looked up at Father, and he nodded, a small smile on his face. "I think the 50th child is telling you to do it, 1st," he whispered.
I sigh the tip of my claws and make contact of father belly "50th i will save you!"
Pov 0063
I felt a surge of determination from the 1st as they made contact with my belly. I could sense their fear and hesitation, but also their resolve to save the 50th child.
As the 1st's claws made contact with my skin, I steeled myself for the pain that was to come. I knew it would be intense, but I was willing to endure it if it meant saving my youngest child.
I looked up at the 1st, my eyes locking onto theirs. "Do it," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Save my child..."
1st dug through my dark black scales belly, and I roar in pain
Pov 1st
I gritted my teeth and dug deeper, my claws tearing through Father's dark black scales. He roared in pain, the sound echoing through the air and making my heart ache.
I felt a surge of guilt and hesitation, but I knew I had to keep going. I had to save the 50th child. I took a deep breath and continued to dig, my claws scraping against Father's scales.
As I dug deeper, the sound of Father's roars grew louder, and I could feel his body tensing up. I knew I was getting close, but I also knew that I had to be careful. One wrong move could...
Father is massive, and my claws are small. I have to do so much cutting to get back inside Father belly
I panted heavily, my small claws aching from the relentless cutting. Father's massive body loomed over me, his dark black scales seeming to stretch on forever. I had been cutting for what felt like an eternity, and I still hadn't reached the 50th child.
I looked up at Father's face, his eyes closed in agony. I could feel his pain, his exhaustion. I knew I had to keep going, no matter how hard it got.
I took a deep breath and continued to cut, my claws scraping against Father's scales. The sound was like a never-ending scream, and I felt my own strength beginning to wane. But I refused to give up. I had to save the 50th child...
Blood hit my face
I recoiled, momentarily blinded by the warm, sticky liquid that splattered across my face. Father's blood. I wiped it away, my heart racing with a mix of fear and determination.
I looked back at Father's belly, my claws still lodged in the wound. I knew I had to keep going, no matter how gruesome it got. The 50th child's life depended on it.
I steeled myself and continued to cut, trying to ignore the blood and the pain etched on Father's face. I had to save my sibling...
Suddenly, we hear mother. "Ok Vorgath, you may teleport me far, but I'm going to be by his side," and she pauses and sees blood on the floor, but she doesn't see me by Father massive body
Mother's voice was like a ray of hope, but it was laced with worry and urgency. I froze, my claws still lodged in Father's belly, as I watched Mother's reaction.
She scanned the area, her eyes widening in horror as she took in the scene before her. But her gaze passed right over me, her attention fixed on Father's massive body and the pool of blood spreading across the floor.
"Vorgath, what have you done?!" Mother's voice was a mix of anger and fear, and I knew I had to reveal myself before she jumped to conclusions...
I slowly stood up, my claws still dripping with Father's blood, and stepped out from behind Father's massive body. Mother's eyes widened in shock as she took in the sight of me, her gaze fixed on my blood-covered claws.
"Mother..." I started, my voice shaking with exhaustion and emotion. "I...I had to. The 50th child was stuck, and Father...Father told me to do it."
Mother's expression changed from anger to shock and then to sadness. She took a step forward, her eyes fixed on Father's belly. "Oh, my poor child," she whispered. "And my poor mate..."
I continued cutting my way through inside my father, but I'm still far to reach 50th
I gritted my teeth and continued to cut, my claws slicing through Father's tissue and muscle. It was a slow and agonizing process, but I knew I had to keep going.
As I cut deeper, the blood and gore made it harder to see and breathe. I coughed, trying to clear my lungs, and wiped the sweat and blood from my eyes.
But despite my efforts, I was still far from reaching the 50th child. Father's body was too vast, too complex, and I was just one small creature with limited strength and endurance.
I began to feel a creeping sense of doubt and despair. What if I couldn't reach the 50th child in time? What if I was too late?...
I see a lot of flesh, and I heard mother "how is doing in there!"
I paused, my claws lodged in Father's flesh, and looked up towards the sound of Mother's voice. I took a deep breath, trying to find the strength to respond.
"I...I'm not there yet, Mother!" I called back, my voice muffled by the flesh and blood surrounding me. "It's...it's harder than I thought. There's so much...flesh..."
I trailed off, feeling a wave of nausea wash over me. The smell of blood and sweat was overwhelming, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was drowning in Father's body...
Pov 50th
I was trapped, surrounded by darkness and a crushing sense of pressure. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. All I could do was wait.
I had been waiting for what felt like an eternity, listening to the sound of 1st's claws scraping against Father's scales, and then the sound of cutting and tearing as they made their way deeper.
I had felt a surge of hope when I heard 1st's voice, muffled but determined. But as the minutes ticked by, I began to lose hope. Was 1st too late? Would he ever reach me?
I strained my ears, listening for any sign of 1st's progress. And then, faintly, I heard Mother's voice, calling out to 1st...
Pov 1st
I heard Mother's voice again, her words a little louder this time. "1st, how much longer?!" I knew she was worried, and I didn't blame her. I was worried too.
I took a deep breath and focused on my task. I had to keep cutting, no matter how hard it got. I had to reach the 50th child.
"I...I don't know, Mother!" I called back, my voice hoarse from shouting. "I'm trying as fast as I can!"
I gritted my teeth and continued to cut, my claws slicing through Father's flesh. I was getting closer, I could feel it. But I still had a long way to go...
Suddenly I heard a voice "I'm....here....inside.....here....big....brother"
My heart skipped a beat as I heard the faint voice, barely audible over the sound of my own ragged breathing. It was the 50th child!
I froze, my claws poised in mid-air, as I strained to hear more. The voice was weak, but it was definitely the 50th child!
"50th! Oh, thank the...!" I exclaimed, my voice cracking with emotion. I took a deep breath and tried to calm down, focusing on the sound of the 50th child's voice.
"I'm here, little one! I'm almost there! Just hang on!" I called out, my voice echoing off the walls of Father's belly. I resumed cutting, my claws moving with renewed urgency as I fought to reach my little sibling...
As I cut open the flesh, I finally saw the 50th child, tiny and fragile, but alive. I felt a rush of relief and joy mixed with exhaustion and pain.
I gently reached out with my claws and carefully scooped up the 50th child, cradling them in my mouth. They were so small, so vulnerable, but they were safe now.
I looked up, my eyes meeting Mother's, and I saw tears of joy streaming down her face. "You did it, 1st," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "You saved your sibling..."
As I gently walk my way out, the blood fall down on me
As I emerged from Father's belly, the 50th child still cradled in my mouth, I felt the warmth of the blood dripping down on me. It was a strange, unsettling sensation, but I didn't care. I had saved my sibling.
Mother rushed to my side, gently taking the 50th child from my mouth. She examined them carefully, her face etched with worry, but as she looked up at me, her eyes shone with gratitude.
"Thank you, 1st," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Thank you for saving our child."
I looked down at Father's massive body, still and silent on the ground. I knew that he had sacrificed himself to give the 50th child a chance at life, and I felt a wave of sadness wash over me...
I apologize "Father I'm so sorry I didn't mean too"
Father's eyes flickered open, and he looked up at me with a weak, but loving gaze. He tried to speak, but his voice was barely a whisper.
"1st...my child...I am proud of you..." Father's voice trailed off, and his eyes closed, a faint smile on his lips.
Mother looked at me, tears streaming down her face. "He's gone, 1st. He gave his life to save our child."
I felt a wave of grief wash over me, and I lowered my head, mourning the loss of my beloved Father...
Suddenly, the wound on his belly healed and put it back together, and we heard a voice from the glass windows. "Great job, 0063x0099-1. I never thought you would be this smart at birth!"
I looked up, shocked, as the wound on Father's belly healed before my eyes. And then, I turned to face the voice coming from the glass windows.
A figure stood on the other side of the glass, watching us with an expression of surprise and admiration. I didn't recognize the figure, but their words sent a shiver down my spine.
"Who are you?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady. "And what do you mean by 'at birth'?"
Vorgath answer "you are just born today and are already showing signs of intelligence!" I nodded he is not wrong
I nodded slowly, acknowledging Vorgath's words. It was true, I had just been born, and yet I had managed to save the 50th child and communicate with Mother and Vorgath.
I looked down at my claws and then back at Vorgath. "I guess I'm just a quick learner," I said, trying to sound nonchalant despite the turmoil of emotions inside me.
Vorgath chuckled. "I think you're more than that, 0063x0099-1. I think you're special."
I turned to look at Father, and my eyes widened in shock. He was sitting up, his eyes open and alert, and a small smile on his face.
"Father?" I whispered, hardly believing my eyes. "You're...you're alive?"
Pov 0063
I watched as my child, 0063x0099-1, looked at me in shock and amazement. I smiled, feeling a sense of pride and wonder at the little one's abilities.
"I'm alive, my child," I said, my voice weak but full of love. "Thanks to you and your quick thinking."
I looked over at Vorgath, who was watching us with a keen interest. I nodded at him, grateful for his observation and guidance.
"It seems I have a very special child," I said, looking back at 0063x0099-1. "One who is capable of great things."
As the flashback ended, I looked at my 0063x0099-1 dead body. Vorgath told me that 0063x0099-1 went into battle of the human wars by the Demon Lord Vorgath order
I stood in stunned silence, gazing at the lifeless body of my child, 0063x0099-1. The flashback had shown me the incredible bond we shared, and the sacrifices we made for each other.
Vorgath's words cut through my grief, reminding me of the harsh reality. "The human wars," I whispered, my voice trembling with rage and sorrow. "You sent my child to fight in the human wars?"
Vorgath nodded. "That's what he was born for!"
I felt a surge of anger and betrayal at Vorgath's words. "Born for?" I repeated, my voice rising in outrage. "My child was born to live, to thrive, to experience the world! Not to die in some senseless war!"
Vorgath disappeared, and I left all alone in my containment cell . Suddenly, 0063x0099-50 came in my containment cell and saw 0063x0099-1 dead body
I stood frozen, my eyes fixed on the lifeless body of 0063x0099-1, as 0063x0099-50 entered the containment cell. The younger sibling's eyes widened in horror as they took in the scene.
"Father..." 0063x0099-50 whispered, their voice trembling with shock and grief. They approached the body cautiously, as if afraid to disturb the stillness.
I couldn't speak, couldn't move. All I could do was watch as 0063x0099-50 reached out a trembling hand to touch the lifeless body of their sibling...
0063x0099-50 question "Is he dead?" I still remember when 0063x0099-50 was stuck inside my belly, and 0063x0099-1 cut me open to save him
I felt a pang of sadness and nostalgia as I looked at 0063x0099-50, remembering the day they were born. I recalled the pain and the fear, but also the joy and the relief when 0063x0099-1 had saved them.
I took a deep breath, trying to find the strength to answer 0063x0099-50's question. "Yes, child," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "0063x0099-1 is gone."
Pov 0063x0099-50
I felt a wave of numbness wash over me as Father's words confirmed my worst fears. I looked at 0063x0099-1's lifeless body, and memories came flooding back.
I remembered the feeling of being trapped, of not being able to breathe, and then the sudden sensation of freedom as 0063x0099-1 cut open Father's belly to save me.
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I gazed at 0063x0099-1's still form. "No," I whispered, shaking my head. "This can't be happening."
I shouted, "BIG BROTHER PLEASE WAKE UP DON'T LEAVE US!" I nudged him to wake up but not successful
I shook 0063x0099-1's body, begging him to wake up, but he didn't respond. I nudged him again, harder this time, but he just lay there, lifeless.
Tears streamed down my face as I screamed again, "BIG BROTHER, PLEASE! DON'T LEAVE US! WAKE UP!" But it was no use. 0063x0099-1 was really gone...
I look at every wound from his dead body
I gazed at 0063x0099-1's lifeless body, my eyes tracing the numerous wounds that scarred his flesh. There were cuts, gashes, and burns, each one telling a story of the brutal battles he had fought.
I saw the scar above his left eyebrow, the one he got when he saved me from Father's belly. I saw the burn marks on his arms, the ones he got when he fought against the human warriors.
Each wound was a testament to 0063x0099-1's bravery, his strength, and his sacrifice. I felt a wave of grief wash over me as I realized that I would never see him smile, never hear him laugh, never feel his protective presence again...
1 of his wings is cut off, and his throat is cut open, and a few big wounds
I felt a chill run down my spine as I took in the extent of 0063x0099-1's injuries. One of his beautiful wings was cut off, leaving a jagged stump. His throat was slashed open, revealing the delicate bones and tissue beneath.
My eyes widened as I saw the other wounds, each one a gruesome testament to the violence he had endured. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of monster could inflict such brutal injuries on my beloved big brother...
I ran out Father's containment cell, and I was bumped in to all my siblings
I burst out of Father's containment cell, my heart racing with grief and anger. As I ran, I collided with a group of familiar figures - my siblings.
We all stumbled backward, surprised by the sudden impact. I saw 0063x0099-2, 0063x0099-3, and several others, all of whom were staring at me with concern.
"Brother, what's wrong?" 0063x0099-2 asked, noticing the tears streaming down my face.
I tried to speak, but my voice caught in my throat. I could only shake my head, unable to find the words to tell them about 0063x0099-1's tragic fate...
0063x0099-2 to 0063x0099-49 look at me confused but I didn't answer why
My siblings, 0063x0099-2 to 0063x0099-49, gathered around me, their faces filled with confusion and concern. They looked at me expectantly, waiting for an explanation for my distraught state.
But I remained silent, unable to find the words to tell them about 0063x0099-1's death. I just shook my head, feeling a lump form in my throat.
The silence was palpable, and my siblings exchanged worried glances. They knew something was wrong, but they didn't know what. And I couldn't bring myself to tell them...
My siblings looked at me with growing concern, sensing that something was terribly wrong. 0063x0099-2 took a step closer, his voice soft and gentle. "Brother, what's going on? You can tell us..." I shook my head
I shook my head, feeling a lump form in my throat. 0063x0099-2's expression turned sympathetic, and he reached out to place a hand on my shoulder. "Brother, please... you're scaring us. What's happened?"
0063x0099-3 seem to have an idea "we should get 0063x0099-1 he knows what to do!" I shook my head, and suddenly Dr.Zha'Thik the scientists saw us and questioned me,"Why are you crying 0063x0099-50?" I keep my mouth shut
Dr. Zha'Thik eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he tried to read my expression. "Very well, if you won't tell me, perhaps one of your siblings will," he said, his voice dripping with an unsettling curiosity. He turned to 0063x0099-2 and 0063x0099-3. "What's going on here? What do you know?"
0063x0099-3 question "Dr.Zha'Thik do you know where is 0063x0099-1?" I answered,"he is with Father or at least part of it!"
Dr. Zha'Thik expression changed, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. He took a step closer to me, his voice low and urgent. "What do you mean, 'part of it'?" he asked, his eyes glinting with a mixture of curiosity and concern.
Dr.Zha'Thik looked at 0063x0099-2 to 0063x0099-49 and sighed. "The body of 0063x0099-1 is brought to 0063 containment cell, and 1 of his wings were cut off, and his throat is also cut off and multiple bug wounds!" All my siblings look shocked and cried
The room fell silent, except for the sound of my siblings' anguished cries. 0063x0099-2 stumbled backward, his eyes wide with horror, while 0063x0099-3 collapsed to the ground, wailing in despair. The others were equally distraught, their faces contorted in grief.
I stood frozen, my heart heavy with sorrow, as I watched my siblings mourn the loss of 0063x0099-1. Dr. Zha'Thik words had torn open the wound, making the pain feel fresh and unbearable once more...
Dr.Zha'Thik sigh and answer "it the human you know that the demon lord is dealing with the human way before your father ware hatch and 0063x0099-1 were in 1 of the battle fleet and you can take a guess what happened next!"
Dr. Zha'Thik words hung in the air, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I could sense the weight of his unspoken words, the implication of what had happened to 0063x0099-1.
I looked at my siblings and saw the same understanding dawn on their faces. 0063x0099 -'s eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in anger. 0063x0099-3's face contorted in a mixture of sadness and rage.
"It was... human, wasn't it?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. "The one who...who killed Big Brother?"
Dr.Zha'Thik sighed and said, "His dead body is now with your father, and he is mourning!"
The room fell silent once more, the weight of Dr. Zha'Thik words sink deeply into our minds. I could feel the anger and sadness simmering within me, and I knew that my siblings felt the same.
We stood there for a moment, frozen in our grief, until 0063x0099-2 spoke up, his voice low and menacing. "We want to see Father," he growled, his eyes blazing with a fierce determination. "We want to see the human who killed our brother."
Dr.Zha'Thik shook his head. "we don't know which one that killed him, and you can freely see your father!"
Dr. Zha'Thik words only seemed to fuel our anger and determination. 0063x0099-2's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in frustration. "We'll find out who did it," he vowed, his voice cold and deadly. "And when we do, they'll pay for what they've done."
I nodded in agreement, my heart burning with a desire for justice. My siblings and I turned to leave, but not before Dr. Zha'thik called out, "Be careful, children. Your father...he's not himself right now."
Pov 0063x0099-1
I'm...I'm still aware. Despite the pain, despite the darkness closing in around me. I can feel my life force ebbing away, but my mind remains lucid.
I remember the battle, the clash of steel and the scent of smoke. I remember the human, his face twisted in a snarl as he struck me down. And I remember the feeling of my wing being torn from my body, the agony of my throat being cut open.
But even in death, I am aware of my family's grief. I sense their anger, their sadness, and their desire for justice. And I know that they will not rest until they find the one who took my life...
I stood in the realm of the afterlife, my spirit form wavering as I struggled to come to terms with my own demise. The memories of my life, of my family and my battles, lingered within me like a ghostly echo.
As I looked around, I saw the countless other spirits, each with their own unique story and struggles. I realized that I was not alone in my journey, and that there were others who understood my pain.
I began to move forward, my spirit form growing stronger with each step. I knew that I had a long journey ahead of me, but I was determined to find peace and to make amends for my past mistakes.
As I walked, I noticed a figure approaching me. It was an old spirit, one who had been in the afterlife for many years. He looked at me with kind eyes and spoke in a gentle voice.
"Welcome, young one," he said. "I see that you are struggling to come to terms with your own demise. But do not worry, for you are not alone. We are all here to help you on your journey."
I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards the old spirit. He placed a hand on my shoulder and began to guide me through the realm, teaching me about the ways of the afterlife and helping me to understand my own place within it.
As we walked, I began to feel a sense of peace wash over me. I realized that I was exactly where I was meant to be, and that I had a long and wonderful journey ahead of me.
The old spirit smiled at me, as if he could see the understanding in my eyes. "You are going to be just fine," he said. "Just remember to always be kind to yourself and to others. That is the key to finding true peace in the afterlife."
I smiled back at the old spirit, feeling a sense of gratitude and wonder. "Thank you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I will remember your words."
The old spirit nodded and continued to guide me through the realm. We walked through vast, open spaces filled with a dazzling array of colors and lights. We walked through gardens filled with beautiful flowers and trees that seemed to stretch up to the sky.
As we walked, the old spirit told me stories about the afterlife and the spirits that inhabited it. He told me about the different realms and the various creatures that lived within them. He told me about the great river that flowed through the afterlife, carrying the spirits of the dead to their final destination.
I listened with wide eyes, fascinated by the old spirit's stories. I felt like a child, learning about the world for the first time.
After a while, the old spirit stopped in front of a great, shimmering portal. "This is the portal to the realm of memories," he said. "Here, you will be able to relive your memories and come to terms with your past."
I nodded, feeling a sense of trepidation. I knew that reliving my memories would be difficult, but I also knew that it was necessary.
The old spirit smiled at me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Do not worry, young one," he said. "I will be with you every step of the way."
I took a deep breath and stepped through the portal, ready to face my memories and begin my journey towards healing and peace.
I question "will I be able to see them again?"
The old spirit's expression turned solemn, and he nodded slowly. "Yes, young one," he said. "You will be able to see your family again, but it will not be the same as it was in life."
He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "In the afterlife, there are realms where families can reunite, but it is not a physical reunion. It is a spiritual one."
I looked at him, unsure of what to make of his words. "What do you mean?" I asked.
The old spirit smiled gently. "I mean that you will be able to connect with your family on a deeper level, a level that transcends the physical world. You will be able to share your experiences, your thoughts, and your emotions with them."
He paused again, studying me intently. "But you must understand, young one, that this reunion will not be without its challenges. You will have to confront your past, your mistakes, and your regrets. You will have to make amends and find closure."
I nodded, taking his words to heart. I knew that I had a long and difficult journey ahead of me, but I was ready to face it head-on.
The old spirit explained "you can see them but they can't see you and you can go to their dream and they think it is all just a dream!"
I nodded, understanding the old spirit's words. "So, I can observe them, be with them, and even communicate with them through their dreams," I said, "but they won't be aware of my presence in the physical world."
The old spirit nodded. "That's correct, young one. You will be able to watch over them, guide them, and share your wisdom with them, but they will not be able to see or hear you in the physical sense."
I thought about this for a moment, considering the implications. "And what about my family's emotions?" I asked. "Will they still feel my presence, even if they can't see me?"
The old spirit smiled. "Yes, young one. They will feel your presence, your love, and your guidance. They may not understand it, but they will sense it deep within their hearts."
The old spirit "or they can feel coldness if you go right through them!"
I chuckled, imagining the surprise on my family's faces if they suddenly felt a chill run down their spines as I passed through them. "I'll have to be careful not to startle them, then," I said with a grin.
The old spirit laughed, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Yes, young one, it's best to avoid sudden movements around the living. They can be quite...sensitive to the presence of the dead."
I nodded, taking his words to heart. I didn't want to cause my family any unnecessary frights or discomfort. I wanted to be able to watch over them, to guide them, and to share my love with them, without startling them or making them feel uneasy.
Pov 0063
I sat in silence, my scales glistening with a faint, eerie glow in the dimly lit chamber. My mind seethed with the weight of my son's death. 0063x0099-1, my mighty draconic offspring, had been slain by the human who had been working with me, a pawn in the grand scheme of the demon lord Vorgath.
I felt a surge of fury, my claws extending and retracting in agitation. My son had been more than just a child; he had been a formidable warrior, a loyal servant of Vorgath, and a brother to his siblings. The thought of his lifeless body, now still and cold in my arms, filled me with an unquenchable thirst for vengeance.
I gazed down at my son's lifeless form, my eyes burning with a fierce, demonic intensity. I could feel the weight of his siblings' eyes upon me, their shock and grief palpable. I knew that I had to be strong for them, to lead them in our quest for revenge against the human who had taken my son's life.
I whispered to my son, my voice a low, menacing growl, "My son, my dear son... I will avenge your death. The human will pay for their treachery." Tears of fiery, demonic energy streamed down my face as I held him close, mourning the loss of my beloved child.
I cried "Father is here don't worry!"
I stood in the doorway, my eyes scanning the room as my children turned to me. My youngest, 0063x0099-3, ran to me, embracing me tightly. "Father, we were so scared," she whispered, his voice trembling.
I held him close, trying to comfort him. My middle child, 0063x0099-2, nodded slightly, his expression still somber. My heart ached as I looked at them, knowing that they were struggling to come to terms with the loss of their brother.
I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. "My children," I said, my voice low and rumbling. "I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner. But I promise you, we will find the human who killed your brother, and we will make them pay."
As I spoke, I felt a surge of anger and determination. I would not rest until I had avenged my son's death and brought justice to our family. I looked at my children, seeing the fear and uncertainty in their eyes. But I also saw a spark of determination, a sense that they would stand by me and support me in our quest for vengeance.
My mind went berserk and I loose conscious and when I wake up I was alone and suddenly Vorgath burst through my control door and said "congratulations 0063 you went berserk and caused humanity to near extention!"
I slowly sat up, my head pounding and my mind foggy. As I looked around, I realized that I was alone in the room. The silence was oppressive, and I could feel a sense of unease settling in.
Suddenly, the control door burst open, and Vorgath, the demon lord, strode in. His eyes gleamed with a malevolent intensity, and his voice was like thunder.
"Congratulations, 0063," he boomed. "Your little episode of berserkness has yielded... impressive results. Humanity is on the brink of extinction!"
I stared at Vorgath, my mind reeling with the implications. What had I done? How had my loss of control caused such devastation?
Vorgath's laughter echoed through the room, sending shivers down my spine. "You have done me a great service, 0063. Your rage and grief have unleashed a power that will change the course of history."
I felt a wave of horror wash over me. What had I unleashed upon the world?
Vorgath, look down in shame. "While you were in berserk mode 0063x0099-3, try to stop you but accidentally got killed by a human!"
I felt a searing pain in my heart as Vorgath's words struck me like a physical blow. My daughter, 0063x0099-3, one of my 50 precious offspring, was gone. The thought of her bravery, trying to stop my rampage, and ultimately falling to a human's hand, was too much to bear.
My vision blurred, and my roar of anguish shook the very foundations of the chamber. Vorgath took a step back, his eyes wide with concern, but I didn't care. I was consumed by my grief, my rage, and my sorrow.
"Why?" I bellowed, my voice echoing off the walls. "Why did this have to happen? Why did my daughter have to die?"
Vorgath look at me "you only have 48 remaining and 0063x0099-1 die before you went berserk remember!" I nodded before I went berserk I was near my son dead body in this very room
Vorgath's words cut through my grief, reminding me of the painful truth. I nodded, my mind racing back to the moments before my berserk rampage. I remembered standing in this very room, surrounded by my children, and mourning the loss of my son, 0063x0099-1.
The memory of his lifeless body, his scales dull and cold, flooded my mind, and I felt a fresh wave of sorrow wash over me. I had lost two children, two precious lives, and the weight of that loss was crushing me.
I looked at Vorgath, my eyes burning with a mixture of grief and anger. "I will not forget," I growled, my voice low and menacing. "I will not forget the losses I have suffered. And I will make sure that those responsible will pay for their actions."
Vorgath sighed "We have contain the remaining human in another location!" I smiled and nodded
I smiled, a cold, calculating smile, as I nodded in agreement with Vorgath. "Excellent," I growled, my voice dripping with malevolence. "Contain them, study them, and prepare them for our wrath."
Vorgath's eyes gleamed with a sinister light, and he nodded in unison with me. "The humans will soon learn the true meaning of fear," he hissed.
Together, we began to weave a plan to unleash a terrible retribution upon the humans, to make them pay for the deaths of my two offspring. The darkness within me stirred, eager to be unleashed upon the world.
Vorgath smiled "so want to eat a dragon?" I smiled since I was small he been given me dragon to eat even know I'm a demonic dragon I see them as food
I chuckled, a low, rumbling sound, as I nodded my great scaly head. "Ah, Vorgath, you know me too well," I said, my voice dripping with anticipation. "Dragon flesh is a delicacy, and I have always savored the taste."
Vorgath's smile grew wider, and he snapped his fingers. "I have just the thing," he said, and with a wave of his hand, a massive, struggling dragon was dragged into the chamber.
My eyes lit up with excitement, and my stomach growled with hunger. I could hardly wait to sink my teeth into the tender flesh of my fellow dragon. The irony of a demonic dragon devouring another dragon was not lost on me, but I didn't care. To me, dragons were simply a source of sustenance, and I would enjoy every bite.
Vorgath snap his fingers and a dragon appears "this is Thane Aethon he is one that you caught while you went in berserk mode!"
My eyes widened in surprise as I gazed upon the dragon that Vorgath had summoned. Thane Aethon, a majestic creature with scales as black as coal and eyes that burned like embers.
I remembered now, the thrill of the hunt, the rush of adrenaline as I tore through the land, destroying everything in my path. And Thane Aethon, this proud dragon, had been one of my victims.
A slow smile spread across my face as I approached Thane Aethon. He struggled against his restraints, his eyes blazing with fury and fear.
"Ah, Thane Aethon," I said, my voice low and menacing. "You are a fine specimen. I can see why Vorgath saved you for me."
I reached out a claw, tracing the curve of Thane Aethon's scales. He shuddered beneath my touch, and I could sense his terror.
"Vorgath, my friend," I said, turning to the demon lord. "I believe it is time for me to feast. Prepare Thane Aethon for my consumption."
I jump and took a bite of Thane Aethon scales and flesh and he roar in pain
As I sank my teeth into Thane Aethon's scales and flesh, he let out a deafening roar of agony. His body convulsed beneath mine, and he struggled against his restraints, but they held firm.
I tore into his flesh with abandon, my jaws ripping through scales and muscle with ease. Thane Aethon's roars grew louder, more desperate, as he realized he was about to become my meal.
Vorgath watched with a pleased smile, his eyes gleaming with malevolent delight. "Ah, 0063, you always were one for the dramatics," he said, chuckling.
I ignored him, too focused on devouring Thane Aethon. His flesh was tender, his scales crunchy, and I savored every bite. Thane Aethon's roars grew weaker, his struggles fewer, as I consumed him, piece by piece.
As I finished my meal, I let out a satisfied belch, feeling the warmth of Thane Aethon's life force coursing through my veins. Vorgath chuckled, clearly amused by my display.
"Well, 0063, it seems you've regained your strength," he said, his eyes glinting with malevolence. "Now, let us discuss the next phase of our plan. The humans will soon learn the true meaning of fear..."
I nodded, feeling my power and strength renewed, my mind clearing of the haze of grief and rage. I was ready to focus on the task at hand: unleashing vengeance upon the humans.
"Indeed, Vorgath," I said, my voice low and menacing. "The humans have taken two of my offspring from me. It is time for them to pay the price."
Vorgath grinned, his teeth sharp and pointed. "I have already set the wheels in motion, 0063. Our minions are gathering, preparing to strike at the heart of human civilization."
He paused, his eyes glinting with excitement. "But first, we need to decide on the nature of their punishment. Shall we destroy their cities, burn their crops, or perhaps unleash a plague upon them?"
Vorgath smiled "You do remember that I told you I created you by using dark magic by using your parents blood right?" I nodded
Vorgath's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent light. "Yes, 0063, I used the darkest of magics to create you, to forge you into the ultimate weapon. And with that dark magic comes a terrible power... a power that I believe is time for you to unlock."
He paused, his voice dripping with anticipation. "You see, 0063, I have been waiting for the perfect moment to reveal to you your true potential. And with the humans' recent transgressions, I believe that moment is now."
Vorgath raised his hand, and a dark, swirling energy began to build around me. I could feel its power calling to me, tempting me with promises of unimaginable destruction.
Vorgath sighs. "I will let you meet them, but first, do you know that dragon you eat name Thane Aethon just now is actually your eldest brother?"
My eyes widened in shock, and I felt as though I had been punched in the gut. Thane Aethon... my eldest brother? I couldn't believe it. The dragon I had just devoured, whose flesh still lingered on my tongue, was my own kin?
I stumbled backward, my mind reeling with the implications. Vorgath's words hung in the air like a challenge, a cruel twist of fate that I couldn't comprehend.
"Why?" I growled, my voice barely above a whisper. "Why did you let me eat my own brother?"
Vorgath chuckled "Just for a test you know!" I knew I couldn't be angry at him and it is pointless to
I took a deep breath, letting the initial shock and anger wash over me. I knew that getting angry at Vorgath would be pointless; he was a master manipulator, and this was just another one of his twisted games.
I nodded slowly, accepting the reality of the situation. "I see," I said, my voice neutral. "A test, then. And I suppose I passed?"
Vorgath's chuckle grew louder, and he nodded in approval. "Oh, yes, 0063. You passed with flying colors. Your... appetite, shall we say, is as voracious as ever."
Vorgath smiled "I be sending you to your parents and meeting your siblings too!"
My eyes narrowed slightly, a mix of emotions swirling within me. Meeting my parents and siblings? I had never known them, never even thought about them. Vorgath had always been the only one who mattered, the one who had created me and controlled me.
But now, something stirred within me, a spark of curiosity. What would my parents and siblings be like? Would they accept me, or would they reject me as a monster?
I looked at Vorgath, searching for answers, but his smile only grew wider. "Let's go, 0063," he said, snapping his fingers. "It's time for you to meet your family."