FIDGET, BATRISHAN PRINCE OF DARKNESS
The rape that led to the monster's birth
Back in 1757, in the Enchanted Forest, when the Original Batrishan Sanctuary still existed
The Batrishan Sanctuary. Home to all Batrishans throughout history. It is where their civilization flourished over the course of life. The sources of all the worlds' science and arts came from this glorious city made of Greco-Roman houses and temples, Arabian-like street markets, green plazas with statues depicting the most infamous, wisest, or heroic Batrishans these people ever knew, and so much more. Even within the most crowded neighborhoods, people could have a glance of the seaside or the former royal palace from their windows. A city worthy of any gods was the original Batrishan Sanctuary.
Towering everything in the entire city was the former Royal Palace. Until the last direct heir to the throne abdicated in order to see the world, leaving the last king to die of illness with nobody to take over the throne during the Antiquity, the palace was where the Batrishan priests now lived, gathered, and led their people. Although some of the Batrishan civilians doubted some of the priests' sense of leadership, the sanctuary's peace remained stainless.
In the section of the palace where the priestesses' quarters were located, one of the priestesses was in her room. This young Batrishan priestess, who would have been no older than a 25-year-old human woman, was Svjetla, a long distant descendant of Ashiva, the four-armed god of balance that the Batrishans venerated, and also a distant cousin of the last heir to the Batrishan throne. In other words, if anyone would have considered the notion back then, Svjetla should have been the ruling queen of the Batrishans.
Svjetla was born from a Batrishan priest and a common tapestry merchant, Briga. As the youngest child of a family with six children, the odds of her becoming either a priestess like her father or a tapestry merchant like her mother were as even as those of her elder siblings. She got lucky when, during her medallion ceremony (when her social status' selected medallion and value was given to her my Ashiva at birth), she was given a medium-gold medallion. In other words, while all her other siblings got bright emerald medallions for tapestry merchants, Svjetla got one of the medallions meant for a Batrishan priest or priestess.
Svjetla was sitting on a stool in her room, working in front of a large tapestry loom, when she heard a knock on the door. Her golden eyes looked in curiosity as she went to open the door, revealing Gandeje, her fiancé and fellow Batrishan priest. A smile appeared on her face as she hugged her beloved Batrishan.
"Gandeje, my love!" Svjetla said warmly. "I wasn't expecting you. What may I help you with?"
"What, I can't give a little visit to the love of my life?" Gandeje asked teasingly. He gave a quick kiss to the Batrishan priestess before noticing the tapestry she was working on. "I see you are working on a new tapestry. What is it for?"
At the mention of the tapestry, Svjetla gently pulled herself away from Gandeje in disappointment. "Oh…that. I wish you didn't have to see that. I was planning to make this as a wedding gift…"
"But Svjetla, our wedding is only four months from now!" Gandeje said. "Besides, the best wedding gift I could ever ask for was sharing my love with you."
"Oh, Gandeje…" Svjetla sighed as she embraced her beloved in his arms.
"I'm sure though that this tapestry would be great if we add it to our future home once we move to the matrimonial quarters after our marriage," Gandeje said. "What do you think?"
"I think I'm going to finish it. For you, my love. Now get out of my room! I want the depiction of my gift to be a surprise!" She scolded playfully, gently pushing Gandeje towards the door and into the hallway.
"Alright, Svjetla. I'll go get you for the dinner feast in two hours or so." Gandeje smiled at the young priestess before walking down the hallway, leaving Svjetla to giddily close the wooden door behind her and jump in happiness towards the tapestry she was working on.
About one hour and a half had passed. The sun had already set and the dark night sky was lit by close to six hundred and sixty stars. Svjetla was close to finishing her tapestry, which showed her and Gandeje when they first met. Happy thoughts of the future filled her mind. If only her wedding didn't have to be until four months from now, she'd be the happiest Batrishan priestess in the whole world.
"Oh, Ashiva," she said to herself out loud. "How I wish that I can bless Gandeje with a child as great as him once were married! We'd be so happy!"
Unfortunately, Svjetla learned the hard way that she should have never mentioned the words 'I WISH'. A sudden breeze suddenly filled the room despite the fact that the windows were closed. Speaking of the latters, the sounds of them shaking ferociously caused Svjetla to jump of her stool, frightened. The windows broke open, with shattered glass filling the air, as a dark shadow loomed over a horrified Svjetla.
"Believe me, Svjetla Briga-Posten Ashiva, you will get that child you wished for," the dark shadow said darkly as it towered by the second above Svjetla. "But it won't belong to your betrothed. And he'll be beyond powerful than the average member of your miserable people."
Time skip
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
When Gandeje and the other Batrishan priests heard a shrill scream coming from the ladies' quarters, they left the dining hall in a rush to the only room that was occupied by then: Svjetla's room.
The sight was nightmarish when they broke into the room: the windows were broken and their glass shards were spread throughout the entire floor. The tapestry loom was broken and the tapestry Svjetla had been working on for a long time was ripped into pieces. But it was the sight of Svjetla that horrified her fellow priest and priestesses the most: she was lying with her back on the bed full of torn sheets. The young Batrishan looked as if she had seen specters assaulting her all at once. The bottom half of her dress had been ripped, revealing a mass of blood where her flower of virginity once remained. And as a faint detail, there was a small, new bump on Svjetla's stomach.
Rape. The worst sacrilege that could happen to a Batrishan, especially a priestess who hasn't been married yet.
When Gandeje carried her down to the infirmary, the healers put a lot of effort to heal Svjetla in the hopes that she could be back in good shape. Gandeje was furious: someone had dared to force onto his fiancée while he wasn't there. He regretted leaving her alone in her room.
"She got deflowered by a god. The Evil One, to be exact," one of the healers told Gandeje, a few other priests, and Svjetla's family once they were alerted of the crime.
"Svjetla must have accidently made a wish while she was alone. The Evil One only appears when mortals make wishes," Briga said, feeling despair for her daughter. She already wasn't happy that Svjetla wanted to marry Gandeje (Briga didn't like him), but the fact that a god aggressed her was much worse. "But why would the Evil One rape her?"
"Most likely because he left her a memento," the healer said.
"What do you mean?" Gandeje asked, confused.
"Priest Gandeje, the Evil One impregnated Priestess Svjetla. The child will be born in about 4 months according to demigod standards. Although this is the first Batrishan demigod in history, we can't rejoice. Since his father is the powerful Evil One, the chances of the child being a monster like the Evil One are high."
"If the infant is meant to be a monster, than we'll dispose of him. We can't afford to have a monster among us," Gandeje said angrily as the other priests and priestesses agreed.
The healer was right at the possibility of the demigod being dangerous. Four months later, Svjetla gave birth to a male Batrishan who was unusually dark toned than any of the other Batrishans. The baby didn't even cry when pulled out of its mother's womb and only gave one last look at the priestess who gave him life with its large, golden eyes with small red irises as it was taken by one of the healers into the nursery. It probably didn't even hear its mother give away her last breath of life before dying in the arms of her chagrined fiancé. It probably didn't noticed, while it was sleeping in one of the nursery cribs, that the god Ashiva gave it the rarest medallion that were meant for the rarest of the progeny of Batrishan priests. It probably forgot his grandmother Briga smuggling him out of the nursery before Gandeje and the other priests came with holy weapons and poisons in order to kill him.
