Incubus – Chapter One
By Madame Meow
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Mazoku don't have children. If you think about it, you'd realize
that though they most likely have sex, female mazoku would not put up
with the hassle and inconvenience of childbirth, though they might enjoy
the pain. Nor would any lower-class mazoku be able to deal continuously
with an infant, of any race, without killing it before it's first birthday.
Even the higher-class mazoku would have a dead baby on their hands by
the time it was three.
Luckily for the perpetuation of the species, there were other ways
of making new mazoku. There was the tried and true method of
resurrection, such as in Lina's case, and there was also creating a mazoku
from pure negative essence, though that was mostly reserved for the
Mazoku Lords. Other mazoku didn't have the essence to waste. In both
cases, the mazoku popped into being, full-grown and ready to take
orders. Suffice to say, mazoku babies were few and far between.
Which would explain why Zelas and Xelloss were both extremely
cranky within ten minutes after the Dragon-Incubus hatched.
Oh, it hadn't started out bad. In fact, when Xelloss excitedly told
Zelas that the egg had begun to tremble and shake, Zelas had felt a thrill
of pride at her accomplishment, the same sort that she imagined human
parents felt when their babies come into the world for the first time. And
as she raced down the hallway after her General-Priest, she pondered
weighty parental issues like discipline strategies, and education plans,
and parent-child relationships. Of course, her views were probably wildly
different than that of the average parent, but that doesn't change the fact
that she thought about them.
So Zelas was feeling extremely energized and confident about her
ability to be a mother when she arrived at the lab where the egg had been
incubating. And her maternal contentment continued as the egg rocked
back and forth violently, and cracks appeared along the surface of the
shell. However, it took a nosedive when the Dragon-Incubus finally broke
free of its prison and stumbled into the world for the first time. Its head
swiveled around blearily, trying to make out the murky images it's cloudy
eyes sent to its brain. When it couldn't make sense of the information
overload it was receiving, it did what every infant in the known world had
done since the beginning of time. It asked for comfort in the loudest way
possible.
When the Dragon-Incubus began letting out keening cries of
unhappiness, Zelas wailed along with it.
"Xelloss, it's UGLY!!"
And it was. It was small, and wrinkly, and a rather unpleasant
shade of green-y gray. It was slimy with egg fluid, and smelly besides. It
was malformed, it's head almost the same size as it's body, its wings
were curled up and stunted looking, and the fusion of demon and dragon
made it look like some strange semi-humanoid beast. It looked like
something taken out of a particularly imaginative human's nightmare.
The only things that Zelas could find to admire about it were it's
razor sharp teeth and claws, but that wasn't something Lina would
particularly appreciate in a sex-toy.
And to top things off, the infant demon-dragon looked GRUMPY
while it was crying it's head off. How dare it look grumpy? Damnit, Zelas
was the one being wronged here! She was tempted to kill the damn thing
right then and there. In fact, she was moving towards the noisy thing
with murderous intents, when Xelloss moved to intercept her.
"Now now, Zelas-sama, it won't be ugly forever. It just needs to
grow into itself, that's all. In time, it will learn how to change fully to
human shape."
"But, Xelloss, it's such a yucky color! How could Lina ever find that
attractive."
The General-Priest looked at the baby demon-dragon thoughtfully.
"Well, they say lust is blind, or is that love? But in any case, I believe that
this is just the baby shade. Hopefully it will change as it grows into
maturity."
Grumbling, Zelas looked away from the unpleasant thing.
"It had better."
Rolling his eyes behind closed lids, Xelloss picked up the squalling
creature, and began wiping the mucus from it's eyes, and fluid from it's
body. Finding itself held in a fairly sturdy cradle, the dragon-incubus
ceased it's horrific keening, and settled on looking disgruntled.
"Zelas-sama, what will you call this thing?"
Struggling to get over her dissatisfaction in her experiment, Zelas
allowed herself to be distracted.
"Well, I was thinking of calling it an Dracubus. It hints at both it's
parent species, and it doesn't sound as awkward as dragon-incubus, or
demon-dragon."
Xelloss struggled not to sigh.
"A good label for the creature, master. But I was referring to a
name. I am assuming we will raise it as most, er, normal children?"
Zelas frowned with displeasure.
"A name? Shoot, I forgot about that."
Looking at the dracubus, which was still glaring its unhappiness to
the world at large, her lip's twitched. The thing reminded Zelas of her
surly associate, the Chaos Dragon, Gaav. The thought amused her.
"Let's call it Valgaav. The dumb beast reminds me of the moron,
Gaav. Same sour disposition, no doubt. Maybe it's a dragon thing."
Xelloss chuckled.
"It could be, at that."
Having finished wiping the dracubus off, Xelloss laid it in the
specially constructed crib that had been made for it. The crib had astral
barriers, magic barriers, cast iron rungs, and just about any other kind of
barrier to prevent the demon-child from teleporting, casting, biting, or
anything else-ing it's way out. Eyeing the claws and teeth on the ornery
baby's person, Xelloss sincerely hoped it worked.
As Xelloss began backing out of the crib, the creature weakly raised
it's puny forearms entreatingly towards it's departing 'parent'. It began
giving off soft mewling sounds that Xelloss, examining the thing's
emotions, labeled 'hunger whines'.
A thought struck him.
"Zelas-sama? What do dracubus's eat?"
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Well, no Lina-chan, and it wasn't very long, but I hope you liked it.
Read and Review, or email me at madame_meow@hotmail.com.
By Madame Meow
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mazoku don't have children. If you think about it, you'd realize
that though they most likely have sex, female mazoku would not put up
with the hassle and inconvenience of childbirth, though they might enjoy
the pain. Nor would any lower-class mazoku be able to deal continuously
with an infant, of any race, without killing it before it's first birthday.
Even the higher-class mazoku would have a dead baby on their hands by
the time it was three.
Luckily for the perpetuation of the species, there were other ways
of making new mazoku. There was the tried and true method of
resurrection, such as in Lina's case, and there was also creating a mazoku
from pure negative essence, though that was mostly reserved for the
Mazoku Lords. Other mazoku didn't have the essence to waste. In both
cases, the mazoku popped into being, full-grown and ready to take
orders. Suffice to say, mazoku babies were few and far between.
Which would explain why Zelas and Xelloss were both extremely
cranky within ten minutes after the Dragon-Incubus hatched.
Oh, it hadn't started out bad. In fact, when Xelloss excitedly told
Zelas that the egg had begun to tremble and shake, Zelas had felt a thrill
of pride at her accomplishment, the same sort that she imagined human
parents felt when their babies come into the world for the first time. And
as she raced down the hallway after her General-Priest, she pondered
weighty parental issues like discipline strategies, and education plans,
and parent-child relationships. Of course, her views were probably wildly
different than that of the average parent, but that doesn't change the fact
that she thought about them.
So Zelas was feeling extremely energized and confident about her
ability to be a mother when she arrived at the lab where the egg had been
incubating. And her maternal contentment continued as the egg rocked
back and forth violently, and cracks appeared along the surface of the
shell. However, it took a nosedive when the Dragon-Incubus finally broke
free of its prison and stumbled into the world for the first time. Its head
swiveled around blearily, trying to make out the murky images it's cloudy
eyes sent to its brain. When it couldn't make sense of the information
overload it was receiving, it did what every infant in the known world had
done since the beginning of time. It asked for comfort in the loudest way
possible.
When the Dragon-Incubus began letting out keening cries of
unhappiness, Zelas wailed along with it.
"Xelloss, it's UGLY!!"
And it was. It was small, and wrinkly, and a rather unpleasant
shade of green-y gray. It was slimy with egg fluid, and smelly besides. It
was malformed, it's head almost the same size as it's body, its wings
were curled up and stunted looking, and the fusion of demon and dragon
made it look like some strange semi-humanoid beast. It looked like
something taken out of a particularly imaginative human's nightmare.
The only things that Zelas could find to admire about it were it's
razor sharp teeth and claws, but that wasn't something Lina would
particularly appreciate in a sex-toy.
And to top things off, the infant demon-dragon looked GRUMPY
while it was crying it's head off. How dare it look grumpy? Damnit, Zelas
was the one being wronged here! She was tempted to kill the damn thing
right then and there. In fact, she was moving towards the noisy thing
with murderous intents, when Xelloss moved to intercept her.
"Now now, Zelas-sama, it won't be ugly forever. It just needs to
grow into itself, that's all. In time, it will learn how to change fully to
human shape."
"But, Xelloss, it's such a yucky color! How could Lina ever find that
attractive."
The General-Priest looked at the baby demon-dragon thoughtfully.
"Well, they say lust is blind, or is that love? But in any case, I believe that
this is just the baby shade. Hopefully it will change as it grows into
maturity."
Grumbling, Zelas looked away from the unpleasant thing.
"It had better."
Rolling his eyes behind closed lids, Xelloss picked up the squalling
creature, and began wiping the mucus from it's eyes, and fluid from it's
body. Finding itself held in a fairly sturdy cradle, the dragon-incubus
ceased it's horrific keening, and settled on looking disgruntled.
"Zelas-sama, what will you call this thing?"
Struggling to get over her dissatisfaction in her experiment, Zelas
allowed herself to be distracted.
"Well, I was thinking of calling it an Dracubus. It hints at both it's
parent species, and it doesn't sound as awkward as dragon-incubus, or
demon-dragon."
Xelloss struggled not to sigh.
"A good label for the creature, master. But I was referring to a
name. I am assuming we will raise it as most, er, normal children?"
Zelas frowned with displeasure.
"A name? Shoot, I forgot about that."
Looking at the dracubus, which was still glaring its unhappiness to
the world at large, her lip's twitched. The thing reminded Zelas of her
surly associate, the Chaos Dragon, Gaav. The thought amused her.
"Let's call it Valgaav. The dumb beast reminds me of the moron,
Gaav. Same sour disposition, no doubt. Maybe it's a dragon thing."
Xelloss chuckled.
"It could be, at that."
Having finished wiping the dracubus off, Xelloss laid it in the
specially constructed crib that had been made for it. The crib had astral
barriers, magic barriers, cast iron rungs, and just about any other kind of
barrier to prevent the demon-child from teleporting, casting, biting, or
anything else-ing it's way out. Eyeing the claws and teeth on the ornery
baby's person, Xelloss sincerely hoped it worked.
As Xelloss began backing out of the crib, the creature weakly raised
it's puny forearms entreatingly towards it's departing 'parent'. It began
giving off soft mewling sounds that Xelloss, examining the thing's
emotions, labeled 'hunger whines'.
A thought struck him.
"Zelas-sama? What do dracubus's eat?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Well, no Lina-chan, and it wasn't very long, but I hope you liked it.
Read and Review, or email me at madame_meow@hotmail.com.