All right, now that the first chapter is done, what is in store for our hunky protagonist?
Well, let's find out!
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The Apple's Seed
Dedicated to Terrahfry
by Green Phantom Queen
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Chapter 2-The Rise of the Morning's Star
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"S-Satan?" asked John Morrison with fear. "The father of sin? The devil? W..."
He didn't have time to finish as he fainted in dead shock...or he was about to, when someone caught him before he fell. He looked up to see two curious faces at him—one being yellow skinned, the other purple. Needless to say, Morrison screamed again.
"W-Who are you?" He screamed. "And...and why are you looking at me like that?"
"Melilot, Perilla." said Satan. "Set our guest down...you are his best friends, after all."
"F-friends?" Morrison gulped as he was set onto the ground. "I-I was n-never was friends with d-demons..."
"True." said Satan. "But, you were friends with two individuals named John Felix Anthony Cena, Jr. and Randall Keith Orton, correct?"
"Wait." said Morrison. "How do you kn..." He stopped and looked up at Melilot and Perilla; now that he thought about it, they did look familiar...then it hit him.
"Oh my god..." Morrison whispered. "J-John and Randy were..." He gulped once more. "Demons?"
"More like, John Cena and Randy Orton never existed." said Satan in reply. "They were—how do you say it—living a double life."
Morrison immediately stood up, turning to see Melilot and Perilla—as he recalled—slowly shifting. Their skin color was becoming similar to what he would see on a human...and that's when he got scared. Without the different colored skin—and once he saw their eyes—he knew who they were.
"I...I don't believe it." said Morrison, starring into the faces of this life long friends. "This can't be real...this is nothing but a dream. I'm hallucinating...going to wake myself up in one...two...three..."
He pinched himself and squeaked in pain. Panic was streaming through his body; this was real.
"Didn't you wonder how you got your name, John Randall Morrison?" asked Satan. "Well, look no further..."
Melilot and Perilla soon got on one knee, bowing their heads in front of Morrison. Then, it started to make sense. John Cena, Randall Keith Orton, take the first names of both of his friends, and he would get John Randall Morrison. The car mechanic gripped onto his head, his mind somehow flashing back through visions from his dream...
"No..." He whispered. "No...I have to be dreaming...I'm human, not some sort of...freaky...monster...thing..."
"I assume your 'parents' were so ignorant as to not tell you your origins." said Satan. "Very well, let us explain."
Morrison was completely freaked out; his whole life had been a lie? His parents kept something from him? His best friends worked for Satan?
He slowly got up and pushed Melilot and Perilla away, not wanting to look into their eyes for fear that he might see his friends in them. He soon saw two black doors at the end of the hall...he ran toward them. He had to get away and get back to Earth and back to Melina. He didn't want to be here!
"And where do you think you're going, Bael?" asked Satan coolly. Morrison stopped in his tracks. He slowly turned around, eyes wide with fear when he heard that name. Bael...the same name in his memories.
"W-what did you say?" asked Morrison.
"I said, 'Where do you think you're going, Bael?'" asked Satan, repeating his question. "And do the names 'Bloodroot', 'Birch', and 'Bixl' also ring a bell?"
"T-they do." said Morrison, swallowing a lump in his throat.. "They're the names I hear in my dreams..."
"I see..." said Satan. "But don't you want to know what they mean? You humans do well after a 'good night's sleep.' Am I right?"
"Well...I do want to get to the bottom of these visions." said Morrison. "What's going on?"
"Many years ago, my son was in love with a woman known as Lilith Bixl." explained Satan. However, Bixl wanted nothing more than to marry my son for power and then overthrow him, so she could become the reigning queen of the Demons. But he found Bael, and a tender love was formed.
"Anger and jealousy crept its way into Lilith's heart, especially when she found out that Bael was pregnant with a child. Lilith then summoned the Jackal Lanterns and was going to bring the Demon Kingdom into war. To save both the child and his wife, Birch did a very dangerous ritual known as 'The Genesis', which caused Bael to lose her demon form and become reincarnated as a human."
"And then, we were chosen to take care of you, Princess Bael." Melilot continued (Morrison nearly screaming as he recalled that Melilot was parading around as his friend John Cena). "We left you in a basket and a letter in the human language, saying that you must be protected, and the promise that you were told about your heritage before your 30th birthday. But it seems that your 'best friends' and 'father-in-law' will have to explain it for you."
"No...this can't be real...I can't be a demon...I can't be a girl..." Morrison whispered, hands on his head, eyes wide with fear. "Get me out of here...get me out of this dream! Please...I'll be good...just let me out..."
Morrison got on his knees, his whole body trembling, his heart racing. This couldn't be real...he stared at his golden apple pendant Melina gave him and closed his eyes, grasping onto the necklace with a hand. He just wanted to get out of this place, back to Earth, back to his home, back with Melina...
Satan saw the situation and frowned. He then snapped his fingers.
"Melilot, Perilla, take him back." Satan commanded his subjects. "But keep a close eye on him; you might never know when he might be attacked."
"As you command." said Perilla, human skin being dyed with a dark purple color. Melilot's skin soon became pigmented with a bright yellow hue as they slowly approached Morrison. The car mechanic, realizing that something was wrong. Turning around, seeing the glowing orbs of his best friends' eyes approach him, colored fingers reaching out toward him.
"W-what are you doing?" asked Morrison, trying to crab-walk backwards. "G-guys...why are you looking at me like that?"
"It is time for you to return." Melilot answered in a drone. "Return to your world, John Randall Morrison...but know that we will be back."
"B-back when?" asked Morrison. "W-what do you mean by th-AAH!"
Arms emerged from the door and grabbed his shoulders. John Morrison thrashed and kicked around, trying to escape...but he could only scream in terror as Melilot and Perilla placed a hand on his forehead, mouth and heart, their eyes glowing as Morrison's eyes widened with fear. Morrison's muffled cries and his heart thumping against his chest only magnified the serious situation.
Then, Morrison's whole body became covered in blood. Morrison looked in terror as the blood hardened and he became caked in the red substance He was going to be sick...the smell of the blood was making him nauseous (a reason why he didn't choose 'surgeon' as a career choice in college) and made him pass out. Melilot and Perilia removed their hands and stepped back as the blood hardened into some sort of husk, showing Morrison's face full of shock and fear...before the whole red exoskeleton cracked and soon eroded into dust, and no John Morrison was left.
"He should be lucky," said Satan, staring at the remains of Morrison's bloody 'cocoon'. "That was one of the 'nicer' ways to get back to the world above."
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Morrison slowly opened his eyes, a strange aroma reaching his nose. He was seeing white, and the smell of alcohol soon became to clear to him. Sitting up, he soon realized that he was dressed in hospital garb and had wires taped to his arms and legs.
"W-where am I?" asked Morrison, looking around. "What happened?"
He looked to his right, seeing Melina asleep near his side. Then memories began to appear in his mind; he was driving to his dinner date with Mel before that whole freakiness with the demons happened! How long had he been out? Why was he in the hospital in the first place?
Hearing a moan, Morrison looked at Melina slowly getting up. She let out a yawn and rubbed her eyes before staring at the car mechanic. She gasped before she wrapped her arms around him.
"Oh my god, Johnny!" Melina exclaimed. "I thought you were a goner!"
"Mel, what's going on?" asked Morrison. "What happened?"
"You got in a car accident and were found unconscious at the side of the road." Melina explained. "I got a phone call from Cena and Orton and they drove me to the hospital just as you were heading into the emergency room! You've been knocked out for three days...you could've died..."
Melina's eyes started to brim with unshed tears as Morrison looked on in shock. Three days? He had been knocked out for that long? It barely felt like a few minutes in that place...Hell...
Return to your world, John Randall Morrison...but know that we will be back.
Cena's words...no, they weren't the words that escaped the lips of his friend John Cena; they were the words that left the tongue of that demon. Melilot...that was his name, right? He clenched his fists...what was happening to him? His best friends were demons, and he was a female pregnant demon in a past life. Was this all real? Was it a dream? It scared him.
"Where are John and Randy now, Mel?" asked Morrison.
"They're outside." Melina replied. "They've been keeping an eye on you while I was off working in the morning. They keep mentioning something about...something about a 'seed' and that it has to be protected...are they talking about a garden?"
"I don't know myself. But stay away from John and Randy...I have a bad feeling about them."
"Stay away from them? But they're two of your closest friends."
"Were some of my closest friends. They're something else...they're nothing but evil hel-"
Before Morrison was able to say anything else, he suddenly grasped onto his throat. Something was choking him, forcing him to not say anything else. Both of his hands were tugging at something invisible.
"Gah...someone...stop...choking..." Morrison wheezed out.
"What's going on, Johnny?" asked Melina with worry. "Are you all right?"
"Get...off..." Morrison gagged, the world spinning...everything turning black. He then collapsed and fell onto his hospital bed. His eyes full of shock, lips parted open...he looked as if he had a heart attack.
"Johnny?" asked Melina, trying to shake her friend awake. "Johnny, are you all right? Johnny? JOHNNY!"
Unfortunately, Morrison couldn't hear his friend's cries. Instead, there was nothing but darkness.
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John Morrison felt like he had a sick feeling in his stomach...something very slimy, sticky and wet. Opening his eyes, he first saw nothing but red...that's when he saw blood smearing his chest. Surrounding him was an area of grey...but the only thing on the mechanic's mind was the blood.
"Oh my god..." He whispered. "Have to get it off..."
"Not yet, love...yes, blood looks oh so pretty on you...pretty paint..."
Morrison turned around and screamed to find someone appearing out of thin air, talking to him. It was a young boy—probably 16 or 17—with white hair and black make-up around his pretty green eyes. He was dressed in a black leather vest and pants with a black devil tail curling near his legs, contrasting with his white skin and light pink lips. Black lines fell down his face, and body making him have a near zebra-like look. Saliva fell down the person's—no demon, as Morrison immediately screamed in his mind—mouth as Morrison started to crawl away from this attacker.
"W-who are you?" Morrison asked.
"Salix." said the teenager. "Salix Willow. And you're Lady Bael, aren't you?"
"No I'm not." Morrison whimpered, shaking his head. "I'm not Bael, and I'm not a girl...you've got the wrong person."
"I can sense Bael even if she's in disguise." Salix murmured, pressing his nose into Morrison's hair. "She smells so sweet...but her reincarnated as a hunky boy...I might actually enjoy this."
"W-what do you mean by t-" Morrison was soon interrupted by a kiss on the lips. It was so sudden, so strange...and yet so right.
No... Morrison thought to himself. No, this can't be real! Wake up! You don't like guys, you like girls...like Mel...no...you like Mel as a friend, and nothing more...so...just...just wake up! This is all a dream! Yeah, so I'll wake up in the hospital room, and tell Mel I'm fine. But...John and Randy are still outside...I have to wake up now! I can't let those demonic bastards take her and reveal to her about what's been happening; Mel's never been one for the supernatural.
"Mel, huh? What a very cute name." Salix giggled, slightly nibbling on Morrison's ear as the car mechanic felt shivers fall down his spine. "And you don't like guys...what a hypocrite..."
"W-what do you mean by that?" asked Morrison, confusion and fear crossing his face.
Salix looked down, one hand on Morrison's shoulder, and fingers nimbly going down his muscled abs and down to his waist. Morrison's eyes widened when said hand glided between his legs, feeling a strain of pleasure building up inside him.
"You're becoming hard..." Salix sang. "You like it when a pretty little boy like me touches you, don't you? Hum, that's just adorable, isn't it?"
"You're insane!" screamed Morrison. "You don't exist! You're just a figment of my imagination that Satan and Melilot and Perilla came up with so I would believe this stupid fairytale about me being the Queen of the Demons. I'm not buying it!"
"You're mean." Salix replied with a pout. "But ones like you are so much fun to break..."
Before Morrison could ask what the white haired demon was referring to, he hissed when Salix started to touch the erection that was beginning to tent around his pants. He let out a whine as Salix used one hand to pull his pants down, his cock exposed to the cold, chilling air.
"Close your eyes." The white haired boy whispered. "And relax into a calming sleep. As you do, you can feel your clothes being stripped away, the cold air touching those cute nipples of yours as I do this..."
Morrison was in a haze right now, feeling Salix crawling in between his thighs and kissing the tip of his red weeping erection. He let out a shaky moan as he then felt nimble hands cupping and kneading his balls. But it wasn't right; he had to focus on escaping this place...his mind was on Melina, on his former friends, on his dreams...
Salix noticed the pained expression on his prey's face...it wasn't going as plan. Time to kick it up a notch...
Sticking his tongue out, Salix ran it across the treat in front of him, rewarded with a gasp in reply. Then, he placed his lips against the head of the cock and began to suck on it. This time, there was a slight moan as Morrison's body began to glisten with sweat. The mechanic wanted more and thrust his hips farther into Salix's throat, causing the younger boy to choke a bit.
As Morrison felt the beautiful blow-job he was getting, Salix took the time to remove his vest and pants, until the incubus was stark naked. Using his tail as a third hand, the white haired albino let it run down Morrison's forehead, cheeks and nipples.
"Nn..." Morrison grunted. Salix released his lips against the erection with a small 'pop', tongue going through the slit to take any precum that might've been there.
"So pretty." Salix cooed. "So very, very pretty..."
Salix was right. Morrison was sprawled out, his tan and muscled body made him more of a god than human. His brown hair was flowing and those beautiful blue eyes were pools of water that one could get lost in for hours upon end. The white haired demon chose the best prey he could think of.
Grasping onto the sides of Morrison's waist, Salix positioned himself. Then, with a single blow, the demon impaled himself onto Morrison's erection.
"God, YES!" Morrison cried, feeling his entrance wrapped around the length. His mind was now blanketed with haze, eyes rolled to the back of his head. It didn't matter where he was, or who he was, or why he was even there in the first place. His mind was like goo to the demon and he'd want it that way...losing himself to pleasure, not counting for spark plugs and oil leaks.
"Yes, Bael..." Salix giggled, throwing his head back. "I wanna ride you so badly, so so so badly! Won't you let me? Please?"
Salix's devil tail trailed down to Morrison's erection and wrapped around it. Then, it tugged the flaccid cock gently, Morrison trembling and quaking underneath the pressure and pleasure of being teased by such a supernatural being. Salix then took his own hand into Morrison's and placed it on his own cock, stroking it up and down.
"That's a good boy..." Salix purred. "Now I can release...oh god...gonna cum so soon..."
He pulled his head back more, his devil tail pulling on the cock and letting Morrison cry out in ecstasy. The mechanic's cum splashed all over his stomach and hand. Salix also complied as Morrison's hand grasped the erection in a tight grasp and the demon also let out a moan. Soon, the demon seed sprayed around Morrison's legs and stomach; in contrast with the pearly color of human seed, Salix's own seed was a foggy grey.
"What a cute baby you are." Salix cooed once more, dragging his tail through the semen as if it was the tip of a paintbrush. "Now open wide...it's time to take your medicine."
Morrison's lips were parted open as the tip of the tail was placed in-between the lips. Clamping down, Morrison began to suck upon the tail as if it was the nipple to a baby bottle. Salix giggled as he continued to coat his tail with even more semen and letting his prey drink it all down. Once there was no more semen, Salix dressed himself and placed a kiss on Morrison's plump lips.
"Sleep tight, my baby." Salix grinned. "Sleep tight."
Morrison's blue eyes slowly started to close...but not before they began to glow a dull grey color.
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Melina was in the hospital cafeteria, sipping an espresso with chocolate. The doctors came rushing in when they found out that Morrison went through a hyperventilation stage and needed to be treated, leaving the young diva all alone.
Well, not entirely alone. She had Cena and Orton to keep her company, right?
Melina looked up from her coffee and into the eyes of Morrison's best friends. They were his best friends, right? Morrison was kidding about them being...what were they? Morrison was unable to say what they were though and that made her nervous. What was Morrison trying to say? What was he trying to warn her about?
"So..." said Melina. "How have you been doing at the Atlas wrestling school? Is it...fun?"
"It is." John replied, arms crossed against his chest. "The teacher really knows how to...teach us."
"Okay..." said Melina. "And uh...how's the weather there?"
"Calm, mostly clouds." Randy answered.
"Right..." Melina took a sip of her espresso. "So...what made you come down here to visit Johnny?"
There was some hesitance from the two...Melina stared at them suspiciously. Something about them seemed odd—Melina knew from Morrison himself that Cena and Orton never came down to visit him for almost three years since they left college. So why appear now? And so sudden?
"You sure you don't want anything?" asked Melina. "If you want, I can get you a hot chocolate or maybe some coffee..."
John was about to reply, when he closed one of his eyes, a hand over the other.
"Damn it..." He hissed. "DAMN IT!"
The sudden outburst was heard by everyone around the three as John stood up. His skin was starting to turn yellow, eyes glowing green.
"Salix!" John screamed. "How could you?"
"Salix?" asked Melina. "What did they do? What's going on?"
John said no more as he grabbed Randy and rushed out of the cafeteria. Melina left her espresso and followed the two, silently praying that Morrison was not involved in any of this madness.
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Morrison slowly opened his eyes, seeing someone sitting at the side of his bed. A someone with blonde hair streaked with purple and green and dressed in a black tank top and pants. On his cheeks were tiger stripe marks and his eyes were like emeralds. He was swinging his legs back and forth, a happy smile on his face.
"Morning!" said the person. "How you doin'?"
"J-Jeff?" Morrison exclaimed, sitting up. "Jeffrey Nero...oh my god..."
"What?" asked Jeff, tilting his head to the side. "What's wrong?"
"I-it's just that...you're...dead...You can't be here."
"Here? I am here, aren't I?"
"I mean, you can't be alive...in my hospital room, sitting on my bed..." Morrison was in a loss for words: when he was younger, Jeff and his brother Matt were killed. It was an accident...but was a fire sparked by faulty electricity and the two were incinerated by the flames. There was nothing left of them...all except a photo of the two boys, their father and mother underneath the Christmas tree.
Jeff giggled and placed a hand over his mouth.
"I'm here..." said Jeff. "I'm just here to pick up something."
"Who?" asked Morrison.
"...You."
Morrison's eyes widened as he saw the transformation: Jeff's hair turned white, and black marks appeared on his skin. What made it worse was the black devil tail curling near his legs.
"Remember me?" Jeff giggled. "I'm Salix Willow and you are mine."
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Okay, sorry for the long delay. I was busy. Senior year got in the way, but college should help me get back on track. Yes, Jeff is here (his name is based on the Salix Alba Willow plant) and things will get bad. On the bright side, I liked using the idea of a devil's tail as a paintbrush; makes seed fall down one's throat easily! XD!
My Morrison muse is happy, especially since I got this updated and before my 18th birthday. Hooray! Now I'm gonna go and sleep and prey that Terrah likes this new update (sorry it took so long!)