Note For The Entire Fanfiction: SEGA OWNS SONIC, WHILE I OWN MY OWN OCs!


~~Chapter One: The Birth of a God~~
~~Date+Time: 10-8-2006 || 7:20 PM~~

It was finally time for Asuna of House Autumnshade to leave Aevrukha...for good, this time. What was going on inside of her at that time - it was very difficult and from the way she behaved - it has been painful. Yet there are times we must protect ourselves as well as protect our own hearts and souls if the damage from a loved one is too much. She wanted to walk with her husband, Black Doom, through any and every storm, but it was akin to trying to hold a toddler who scratched and bit for years whilst alone. And though she tried, he broke her...literally...into pieces.

Expecting her first child any minute now, Asuna's labor advanced and she's in considerable pain. She bites her bottom lip as she was grasping her swollen stomach and running. After secretly overhearing her husband speaking of killing her child, she refused to sacrifice it. The Lycans would never kill their own pups; family and honor was above all else first. Though her belly is large, Asuna was extremely skinny - really undernourished. She was in a great deal of pain to running like that; her ankles are swollen with edema. When the contractions came, she stops and doubles over for a few moments before she continues to run. The warm humidity of the rain falling made her feel sticky and suffocated. Sweat rolled down her skin in thick, salty beads as she felt her heart throbbing inside her chest; her skin felt like it was roasting a little bit. She began bouncing slightly as she ran, which wore her out quickly and yet she keeps going. And at the end of each cough, it had that whistling sound you get when the airways close up; they were coming thick and fast now and she was struggling to get enough air.

Soon enough, Asuna spots a lakehouse she instantly recognized and runs to the house, pounding on the door. "Help!"

A woman in her late thirties answers the door. She was casual, but smartly dressed in jeans and a thin shirt. Her face was made up, but not over done and her long blonde hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail. "Gerald! It's Asuna and she's in labor! Maria, my dear, are the spare rooms ready?"

"They are, Mom!" The 12-year old blonde girl rushes to help her mother get Asuna to one of the spare bedrooms on the first floor before she runs to the living room to call their family friends for assistance. Asuna's lengthy blood-red hair was sticking to her shoulders and her entire body was hot, crying out in extreme agony.

Gerald rushes in with bowls of water, a washcloth and towels. He was a tall man with broad, elevated shoulders as well as messy dark-blonde hair ending past his shoulders, sapphire eyes framed by black-rimmed glasses, long limbs and large hands and feet. He was wearing a brown turtleneck sweater with brown pants and a trimmed mustache. "We are glad we got you, Asuna. Annetta, get her undressed. I gotta set up precautions in case he thinking about showing up here."

Maria closes the door and helps undress Asuna, whose wolf ears pop out. Her skin was pale and coated with rain and sweat, her stomach and breasts swollen. She felt a sharp contraction and screams in extreme pain. Annetta spreads her legs to check the status. "You're at 9 diameters. You're almost ready."

About 30 minutes later, the family friends show up. Maria soaked the washcloth with cold water and wipes Asuna's forehead to keep her hydrated as much as possible. The scream tore through her like a great shard of glass; Asuna's eyes widen and her pulse quickens, her heart thudding like a rock rattling in box and the blood drains from her face. Asuna was ready. Annetta holds a large red towel inbetween the legs while Amalia and Keone hold her hands, squeezing. "Now push!"

Asuna cries out and pushes with whatever strength she had inside her. The birth lasted for about 45 minutes and finally, Annetta was holding a small body and Gerald uses the bowl holding warm water to wash the baby; Keone and Amalia help Asuna finish the rest of the post-birth process before washing her up and laying her back down on a clean bed. Then, Gerald manages to get the newborn baby to emit its first cries.

The Lycan woman sheds tears of joy and is finally united to her son. She didn't know how fragile such a life could be as she held him. His black and red hair with matching Lycan ears marked his head and his skin was the exact same as her own: a soft beige and his eyes opened to reveal a deep blood-red with natural slit pupils, just like hers, except it had a hint of sparkling gold in the irises. The only feature he had from his father was the black hair. "He's so beautiful..." She kissed the top of his head as he yawns and nuzzles her chest before falling asleep.

Maria comes over and rubs his hair gently. "He really is adorable."

Gerald thanks his friends and they take their leave. He then turns to Asuna. "With what you told me last month, are you sure you still want to do this?"

A month previous back, Asuna had contacted him and his wife about taking her son to raise as their own. Black Doom's plan to kill a baby was unjust and his abuse towards her was enough to make her devise a plan to escape at night while the King of Aevrukha was away on business. She also overheard that her husband wanted Asuna to only have daughters and wait until they hit their teen years, cast her aside and impregnate them; it was a sick thing and the Lycan would never accept such a disgusting act.

Asuna looks down at her son and nuzzles the top of his head, whimpering softly. She wanted him at her side forever, but for his own safety, it was for the best. She would give her life to protect her pups - no matter what the cost. She puts her son's mouth towards her well-defined dark nipple and soon, he latches on with ease and begins to nurse from her. "I am sure. No mother would give up her children, but for his sake, I have to. Besides, I know that you and Annetta wanted to raise a boy; she wants a brother. I want to make you all happy. All I ask is I give his name...and ensure his safety with you before I return home to Springvale to break my bond with Black Doom."

Once her son was done, she burps him and kisses his forehead before she gently hands him to Maria, who holds her new brother next to her beating heart. "Since he's half-Lycan, he's going to mature to Maria's age in just two years before aging normally. Please...be good to him." Asuna then shifts into her large white direwolf form and licks her son's cheek gently. 'His name shall be called...Shadow Acheron Rhazien. Is that alright?'

Maria looks down at the little boy, who was now sleeping peacefully against her. "Shadow..." The infant's own Lycan ears flickered and he nuzzles her closely, leaving her with a small smile on her face. "It seems he approves of his name."

Gerald and Annetta walk to them, examining Shadow before the woman takes him into her arms. "We will take him, Asuna. My Queen, you have helped us many times and even cured Maria's illness. We are forever grateful and we shall raise him as our own. It is the very least we can do for him."

Asuna nodded and Gerald leans down to cup her furry cheeks. "You have our word that we will take good care of him as our own son. You should head home while it remains dark. We shall meet again one day."

She lets the family embrace her gently before she nuzzles her son. 'My beautiful son, you are in safe hands and I know that when the time comes, we shall reunite and stay forever this time. I love you.' Asuna's led outside and once done examining her surroundings, she runs off into the night.


"You let the whore escape?!" A Black Arm is shot off into oblivion and the others back away from Black Doom. It has been three weeks since he left for business and just returned the night previous.

The King of Aevrukha has a very menacing appearance with a slender slightly muscular body build, three glowing orange-red eyes with slit pupils, and twin horns sticking out of both sides of his head. He also has a gargoyle-like head, two dragon-like wings sprout from his back, his torso has strange spines pointing down; has horizontal mouth with the exception of a jaw on both sides that revealed two rows of razor-sharp teeth, double-jointed shoulders, red-and-black skin, and has demon-like feet with clawed toenails.

He was wearing a decorated worn black robe, chains with spiked ornaments around his neck, and jewels around the top of his robe. He has a very deep voice that presents an echoing effect and appears very aged, claiming to be immortal. His appearance alone has a certain presence of a dark aura.

"You are all useless! Get out of my sight!" They leave and shut the doors behind them. He picked up a broiled, spiced human leg and bites into it. How could she escape when the castle in Aevrukha was locked up tightly and guards at their posts?! She grabs his goblet and throws it against the wall, shattering it.

"You unfaithful Lycan bitch! When I find you, I will kill you and that bastard son you wrought! This I swear it..."


It has been quite some time since I last worked on this story.

This summer is full of events I'm attending this year since the last several years has been ruined due to abusive ex-boyfriends. I'm with someone new and he is basically my chaotically evil twin in a good way. So I'll write this whenever I can.

Miss you guys. Please read and leave constructive criticism to see how I did. See you guys later ^^