The Birth of the Devil's Son

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The Birth of the Devil's Son Aug 25, 2017 10:00:14 GMT -8

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Post by Amika on Aug 25, 2017 10:00:14 GMT -8

Baracus: Baracus sat in his abandoned arena going over the conversation he had last night with the young Darling. She had proposed a decent offer and he did still want to see the world burn so he would lend his aid to her.

Amika: had come to the Arena sometime in the morning hours. She hasn't really slept. She felt....anxious for an odd reason. Something she couldn't put her finger on. So she came to check upon her friend. The familiar feeling the arena gave her, sent goosebumps upon her skin. The child within her, hasn't moved yet today. She didn't pay any mind to it. "Baracus..." she spoke his name softly as she stood there inbetween two columns. She knew he was there...she could smell him.

Baracus: He knew she was there. And she had this odd smell. Not in a take a bath kinda way but something he had smelt before... familiar. "I'm not coming back, Tyr can find another guardian to betray...I'm done with the temple."

Amika: shook her head as she went to where his voice was. "I'm not asking you to come back. Can I not simply visit a friend? One of the few I have left?" she asked softly approaching him. She was uncomfortable. But not with him. He would see this easily upon her.

Baracus: "You reek of that temple, and that kid of mine." He would stand and throw a large tunic on stepping out from the cell he used to lay down in. "Besides, I really don't want that around me." He pointed to the child she carried. He knew it was hers but it's other half was someone he couldn't stand. He wouldn't kick her out so she was free to stay and talk.

Amika: wouldn't approach further as he spoke. Her brow furrled as she persed her lips. "I am still a Priestess of the temple you so hate but you know me, Baracus. And I know you dislike the child that I carry in my womb." she said with a soft sneer. "What has happened, Baracus? You and I were so close....then you cut me off like...like.." she snapped her fingers trying to think of the ward. "Off like an overdue bar tab." the analogy wasn't quite right. She knew but she said it nonetheless. "You are still my friend. My dear friend. I miss our talks. I miss our drink..." she said with a soft chuckle. "I miss us."

Baracus: Baracus came into view. " Right now, I'm friends with half of you since right now your one of two beings in a body. Forgive for not liking Regna's b@$tard child. Him, the Sefs, and the unwiped ass sitting in the ToE are things I wish would vanish. I'm too old to let this crap roll off my back. Once your just you I'll be more myself but that will never be welcomed here."

Amika: looked to him. Regarding him. "I understand, Barry." she used her pet name for him. "For now...can you speak to me as if I am not pregnant? Speak to me as a friend and not something that carries what you despise most of all...." Chuckled weakly. "Although I'm sure you want to eat the baby." she added.

Baracus: Baracus looked to the kid...'Naw, don't eat sh*t. But yeah...stay..go..whatever. He grabbed a bottle of fyre wyne popping the top and drinking. "Don't mind the mess... I've given up caring."

Amika: chuckled softly as she moved closer to him. reclining against the wall. "Before now, I never cared about mess....You should see the temple...its relatively spotless now."

Baracus: Baracus walked by her heading to his forge surrounded by exquisite weaponry and armors. All being hidden by a curtain before. The forge was already lit but on a low temperature so Baracus summoned a hotter fire ball and added it to the fire pit."There, it'll be ready in a few minutes." He went to the rain water collection bucket and swapped it with another. "Sorry I'm not talking but I'm used to being alone."

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The Birth of the Devil's Son Aug 25, 2017 10:05:12 GMT -8

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Post by Amika on Aug 25, 2017 10:05:12 GMT -8

Amika: chuckled softly "Its alright....I understand...." she trailed off. She winced softly with a soft gasp as her hand went to her stomach. She knew what it was. A contraction. It wasn't so bad....It still hurt regardless. "Y..You've been working hard on this place....I'm glad...you have something to distract you with the crappy parts of life.." she jested, obviously in pain.

Tyr: tapped his stone chair his head loled to the side it had been a long time coming, a long patient wait for the child in her to grow strong enough, but it's time was now he rose from his chair "Summon the Mothers of The Unborn" Queens who had failed to bear children and sinned the rest of there lives eternally tormented he'd chosen four for this birth, there stomachs retchedly stuck in pregnancy as there unborn child kicked endlessly forever inside of them. When they came forward bearing there stomachs Tyr swallowed them in Shadow...this child would not be born in his temple he would be untainted by bloodlines or the influences of those who circled him like wolves. He appeared with the tortured mothers in a Stone Precipice One carved by the gods hands before he was a god....he ambled to the stone table drawing a crimson cloth against it to protect her flesh from cold stone, and a pillow in which to rest her head. He stood on the edge of the Birthing cold wind whipping at the flames on his body "Come Witnesses, bear yourself Fourth..." The call echoed across the land to those who Tyr would allow Witness to the childs birth, Sanctity given to all even those once served. He turned any moment now the water would break and the pain would start.

Monet: was summoned by the mark and knew that another of her blood was about to enter this world. She'd witnessed Amrite's birthing of the twins, and Laelia's of Zephyr. Now she appeared in the shadows silently, Umbra stirring being so close to Tyr but stayed settled within her. She wouldn't interfere even if her and Amika were enemies... she would only witness as she'd done before.

Amika: The pain was unreal and right after another one came. She cried out as she forgot Barry was there for a moment. She felt the water trickle down her leg. "Shit....." she breathed. "Gods Damn it..." she cried out. "TYR!" she called out to him. Her voice full of pain as she slid down the wall. "Fuck....." she cursed through the pain

Tyr: the world spun for a second as his name came to him from Amika's lips he bent over scooping her up gently in his arms and then took her, he did not glance or leave a touch that he had been there. He appeared on the PInnacle the Birthing and set Amika on the Table, here she could scream and the wind would wash her screams away before they fell on anyones ears. The mothers moved in there contract would be fullfilled they would birth this child and Tyr would end there suffering. The Unborn Mothers prepared Tyr Stood over Amika looking down at her he cupped her chin in his hands and looked into her eyes "This is not a Sef Child". He spoke those words to her so she would know, of his deceit of his lies. The Pain came now more Intense there was no sedatives to ease it, only the Unborn Mothers to aide her.

Amika: He came for her...just as she called. Cradled her in his arms. She saught refuge in them for the time being before he placed her on the table. The Unborn Mother's prepared her for the birth. She cried out in pain, the wind Swept it away. Tears in her eyes from such a pain she had never felt before. She looked into his eyes as he spoke. "Its yours...." she confirmed. She chuckled weakly. "You clever little..." she cried out as another pain hit. She cursed loudly as her tail thrashed.

Wulv-writing: Hroo knew something to be taking place with the others of the temple he could sense it. There was an emotion that was high... perhaps success completion, jubilation at the rise of some new evil that would come into the world. He had to witness for himself at what was going on. He moved through the various hells till he came up beside Tyr and sat watching Amika as the birthing started. he remained silent watching

Tyr: turned his head to glance at the person who appeared beside him and turned his attention back to Amika he would not give her the ease in pain the mothers worked however one of them came to Amika it's hand searching for her its mouth tore open its voice the cries of babies as it spoke to her "Push Dear" Tyr glanced down to Amika and through his helmet she would glance cool Blue eyes a blink later and they were gone again but only for a moment would she...before another wave of pain.

Amika: Those eyes...those piercing blue eyes....Something about them settled her. She didn't know what...Then the pain brought her back. Sweat lined her brow as another wave hit. She heard the words of the Unborn Mother that came to her. Her hand reaching for hers as it reached for her. She heard the words and she obeyed. She cried out loudly as she pushed. Cursing obsenities as she did. She always had her way with words. "Tyr...you god...damned son of a bitch....." she cursed softly. She obviously didn't mean it but hey...she was in labor. Things could be said.

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The Birth of the Devil's Son Aug 25, 2017 10:07:29 GMT -8

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Tyr: the other mothers cooed as the head poked "Keep pushing, Keep Pushing" the Unborn mother grasped Amika's hand she was all there salvation, another push and more of the child came and more, and more, and more....before a child was lifted covered in the gore of birth the Unborn mothers, looked to Tyr who reached over Amika and with his claw sliced the cord binding mother to child. The Mothers worked to fix Amika again make her whole clean her and cover her, Tyr turned giving the child for the Unborn Mother to clean and wrap in a Black Fur cloak to keep it warm, then she waddled over to Amika once more, Allowing Amika the child to hold, its Red Hair its chubby cheek's..its peircing gaze was caught before the infant closed it's eyes to rest in it's mothers arms.

Amika: Obey'ed the mothers....crying out before she heard the cry of the child. A tear slid down her cheek. She was weak. Tired. The birth took a lot out of her. More than she imagined. Then...it was in her arms. She looked down upon the child she had carried these 8 long months. Its small tuft of red hair....."W....What is it?" she asked, not knowing the gender. She looked up to Tyr, breathless for a moment before she looked back to the child. The mothers finished cleaning her up and the gore from the room. Her red hair slick from sweat. "Tyr...." she spoke softly....."You knew all along didn't you..." she spoke as she looked to him again. Not a hint of malice in her eyes.

Tyr: he tilted his head "Somethings I left alone, Somethings I manipulated to my needs it is our child, it is a Boy all that I can promise is he won't lead a bloody fate or at least one tied to the temple". He reached down stroking her hair "Our Son Roark". She would feel sleep overcome her no doubt the birthing had been hard, fight it as she might, she would appear in a house location unknown to those even this room to a waiting woman, who would tend to her and the childs needs for the next week. Tyr turned to those who gathered "I forbid the spreading of this child to be spoken by anyone's lips beyond this point, I will not sully you with a commanding curse, If harm comes to him and I learn it comes from your lips...I will visit the individual personally". He gently folded up the cloth and moved snapping the necks of the Uborn mothers....sealing up loose ends he was.

Wulv-writing: Hroo gave a nod and looked over at the child before turning to leave the room growling a sort of congrats as he left though no words this time, but his communication was clear. He had to wonder though what would become of this child, what this boy would do in the end.

Amika: heard his words. Felt his tender touch upon her hair. This was a side of him she has never seen before. No wonder he has been more protective of her during her pregnancy. She assumed that it was because of the plan he wanted to carry out with a Sef's child. But it wasn't a Sef's child. It was his. It was theirs. "Our...son......Roark..." she spoke as she felt sleep overcome her. She looked to Tyr as long as she could. It all made sense now. Soon she passed out from his influence and was whisked away. She knew now.....she was right in trusting him.

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