This is my first His Dark Materials Fic. Please be warned that it is strange and is rated M for a reason. If you are offended by sexual content, incest, pedophilia or prostitution do not read this story.
Summary: Jessie Lynn and her daemon were always in a hurry to grow up. When the Father President of the Consistorial Court of Discipline takes a liking to her and gives her a home, her daemon has already settled. She is only 14 but the Father President has plans for her.
I do not own anything you recognize.
AN: Things are about to heat up! I'm sorry if this freaks anyone out, but you can't say I didn't warn you! Read, review and enjoy!
Jessie awoke in the amazing room and smiled to herself. She clambered out of the huge bed, feeling well rested for the first time in ages. It had been so long since she had slept in an actual bed. She looked at the wardrobe for a moment before gingerly opening the doors. She gasped. The wardrobe seemed endless! She had never seen so many clothes in her entire life. She picked out a lilac silk dress and put it on. She found some matching shoes and tried to remember how to get out of the room. She looked around. She could not see a door anywhere. She frowned. Then she remembered that Father McPhail had opened a panel in the wall to reveal this room. It was then she realized there were no windows either. She began to wonder what he wanted her for. She ran her hands along the walls, beginning to feel trapped and stuffy. She grew more scared with each circuit of the room.
She began to pound her fists against the walls. She screamed as loudly as she could, tears beginning to pour down her face. She was freaking out. But no one came. She was alone. She collapsed onto the giant bed and began to sob. Nealan settled on her shoulder, touching a wing tip to her cheek.
"Don't cry, Jessie." He whispered to her. She turned her head to look at him and stroked his head with her fingertip.
"You're right, Neal, I have to calm down and find a way out of here." She hastily wiped away her tears and stood from the bed. She circled the room several times, running her hands along the walls, until she found a seam that ran from the floor to the ceiling. Slowly she felt around the seam until she pressed lightly in one place and the panel in the wall opened. She peered cautiously out of the room. When she saw the coast was clear, she ran across to the big double doors.
She heaved the doors open and took off down the hall, knocking down people as she went. Nealan flew at her side. She ran up and down hallways, until she ran smack into a man. She looked up to see a hardly surprised Father McPhail.
"Oh, Father President! I—" She began to explain herself.
"It's alright, my dear." He interrupted, smiling at her. "I should not have tried to keep you caged. One look at your daemon should have told me that. Such a beautiful morning dove. What is his name?"
"His name is Nealan."
"Do I detect a hint of malice in your voice? I am sorry for locking you up. Though the fact that you managed to escape proves once again that you are perfect for my experiment." He gently took her arm and led her back to his room.
Once they reached his rooms, he guided her to a beautiful couch. She sat down. He poured her a cup of tea.
"So, I suppose you want to know what our little experiment is all about." He sat down in the chair across from her. "Well I am trying to build an army."
"An army? What does that have to do with me?" Jessie asked, intrigued.
"You will be their mother."
"Their mother?" She exclaimed. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that you will give birth to my entire army. It will take a long time. But if I train them from practically the moment they are born, they will be the strongest army known to man. With this I will defend the church and defend God."
Jessie sat in awe. Nealan fluttered around her head uneasily. She understood now. And she only had one more question.
"Who will be their father?"
"I will."
With that the girl fainted right there on the couch, seeming to slip to the floor almost in slow motion. Nealan gave a piercing cry before he too fell unconscious, falling slowly to the ground beside the girl. Father McPhail shook his head. He gently picked up the girl, and her daemon, though careful not to let any bare skin touch the daemon. He carried them to the room behind the panel and laid them gently on the bed. The rest would have to wait until they awoke.