Seti, Chap 5, Version 3, Seti's Baby

It was early morning at Prismah, around 3am, and everyone was deep into their individual dreams. Seti remained in his box. He felt safe enough to bring out his new born child. He had hidden it inside his body, a particular talent of Poltergeists and other meta-physical beings. The baby was sleeping as he pulled it out. His body heat always kept it warm, even during the night in the frozen barn.

As was his instinct, he licked the baby's head, much like animals do to their offspring. The little thing woke and began to 'coo' happily. Thankfully, since it consumed ki from its parent by suckling on a ki tentacle, it didn't require diapers. Seti cuddled it in his arms and continued to lap at its head, having a calming effect on both parent and child.

The baby's little meta-physical tentacles wiggled and he used one as a pacifier.

Be it that Seti was unfamiliar with the history and attributes of his race, he did not know how the child came to be. A year and a half ago, he noticed a significant weight gain over a period of three months, until it appeared as though a basketball were inside his belly. However he likened the changes to a bout of recent ki gorging. One night, he experienced excruciating pain in his abdomen so intense that it radiated to his back. The skin in his midriff became blue and translucent, similar to his tentacles, and he was able to see the eyes and face of a child inside him. In a moment of terror, he was able to reach through the translucent flesh to retrieve a newborn male Incubus, complete with little tentacles.

The child had a voracious appetite for ki, compelling to feed almost daily. Since the search for ki often resulted in violence toward his person, he had to find a limitless supply of ki. Seti envisioned a warm utopia with perpetually blue skies, green grass, and a spring of ki shooting from the earth like a geyser. Here they would live in peace, where. He and his offspring could live in happiness, without fear of reprisal for their ki-seeking nature. They would never crave ki again.

Most of all he sought companionship– someone whom he could share his thoughts and who would lovingly share in the responsibilities of raising his child. His baby would never want for anything.

His vision was far from reality. The journey to Prismah included a lengthy ki famine, concealed within filthy trucks. One particular leg of their journey epitomized the height of their suffering. The horrors of that night will forever remain burned in his memory. Stowing away on a meat truck, animal carcasses swung from hooks. They were kept awake as each bump in the road created a constant pummeling from the suspended sides of beef.

His child's cries of hunger soon escalated from protracted starvation. The once mournful pleas, turned to shuddering hysteria, and eventually degenerated into a listless whimper.

After walking ten miles in the slow to arrive at Prismah, he had to spend the first night huddled in the hay loft of their decrepit barn. However, the next day, he saw an opportunity to gain possible entrance into the warm building. Indigo was shoveling the snow, clearly despising the task and acting as though he were breaking rocks in a penal colony. He was elated when Seti offered to help him manually shovel the long drive. Seti's requested payment– a simple cup of hot chocolate.

Indigo was touched by Seti's selfless request. While they shoveled, Seti spoke to Indigo about God, and how he believed everyone was created to love and help one another.

Indeed, Seti believed in and often thought about God. In his travels, he had met a young preacher and his wife who took him in for a week, saying that he was one of God's children. Although initially skeptical, Seti was soon moved by their sincere sentiments, genuine friendliness and honest hospitality.

He drained both of their ki one night until they nearly died. However, contrary to myth, one does not become a wrinkled shell after ki is drained. Instead, a ki drain creates a sensation of extreme weakness and lethargy. After a few days, the victim returns to normal, since ki regenerates in time.

After calling the paramedics, he watched from a distance as the EMT's loaded them into the ambulance. He could hear the wife screaming his name, saying he had somehow poisoned them at night. In a way, she was correct. He knew he could not return to their loving home. Still, their isolated farmhouse was the only structure in miles, and once again, he was famished for ki he knew he had no choice. . In a trancelike state caused from starvation, his fangs descended, and his tentacles extended, and stretching in front of him they literally pulled him toward their bed.

Seti continued to assist Indigo shoveling snow. Although his desire told him to strike him down with the borrowed snow shovel and drink his ki in an orgy of pleasure, he managed to suppress such desires. The members of Prismah are chosen for the purity of color and extreme strength of their ki. Such clarity and potency is quite rare.

He knew that patience would eventually bring him the ki fountain of his fantasies, and an end to his baby's suffering.

His little offspring was not so patient. Desperate for ki, it writhed within him, struggling to escape to feed upon the ki it sensed emanating from Indigo. On several occasions, Seti was loathe to discipline it into silence.

After an excruciating afternoon of shoveling, Prismah's doors were opened to its new guest.

Now, Seti was inside Prismah once again, cuddling his child, finally content, warm and full of ki. This was truly the first moment of happiness in its one-and-a-half years of life. Seti had lived ten years in this world, and this too was his first taste of true happiness. The minister and his wife were kind, however with their minimal ki, they could never supply him with true fulfillment, and he could never stay there permanently. At Prismah, he and his child could live a life where their basic needs were met.

I could possibly focus on other things, such as music and art, and my baby could get a good education, he thought with a smile, licking one of the baby's little tentacles.

His dinner was consumed long ago, and he decided to return the plate to the kitchen,
Just to be polite, he thought, however deeper motives pulled at his true intent.

True, the plate was placed in the sink. With his child in his arms, he slinked down hall leading to their residences. This time, he opted to enter Red's apartment. It had the same layout as Indigo's and Green's living quarters, though of course, thickly decorated with red items, creating an overall dated effect.

"See, little one," he breathed, "Let me show how you really get ki. The child had always absorbed ki from Seti while it curled up inside him metaphysically, so as not to occupy any physical space within him. Kneeling next to Red, he first encircled him with his own coils, letting the pleasurable sensations surge through his body. Then he lifted the child who instinctively placed several tentacles on Red's bare stomach, its coils not long enough to reach around his torso. It sucked on another tentacle in contentedness.

After about ten minutes, Seti could sense he had his fill. His cheeks were flushed and he somehow felt satiated. The child curled up in his arms and was asleep within moments.

He smiled happily as they exited, rocking the baby. Carefully, reclosing the door behind them, he spun around to return to his basement 'nest', and smacked directly into Spectra, who was standing, arms crossed, in the hallway. The baby awoke screaming hysterically, as its little nose connected with Spectra's elbow.

"What are you doing!" said Spectra incriminatingly. Comprehending that Seti held a crying baby in his arms, he raised an eyebrow noticing its little tentacles shaking in time with its wails, "What's this?"

Seti made an attempt to get by him and to the kitchen, but Spectra grabbed his arm, "No way, you're not going anywhere! You're out of here!" purposely loud enough to wake those in the closest rooms, "I knew this was a bad idea!"

With his door still ajar, Red was the first to wake and sleepily appeared at his door. Squinting at the light, his eyes grew wide, witnessing the child who now began to calm into cooing and babbling.

With his free arm, Seti pressed the child into the meta-physical space inside his body, like a little warm marsupial pouch that existed in a close dimension, but not in this one. In this dimension, his vital organs occupied the same space inside his body. As a supernatural being, Seti could will his hand into this 'pouch' to retrieve his offspring. Luckily, the baby had not yet mastered the reverse task of entering this dimension or he would have squirmed out of his pouch into his father's arms.

"No hurting," he whimpered.

"Is that your baby?" inquired Red, casting his glance at Seti's abdomen. He perceived that the baby had actually entered his stomach, "How can you keep him inside you like that? How bizarre!"

Seti hesitated, confused on how to answer this question, wondering if it would mean more danger for his baby if he admitted that it was indeed his offspring, "Um.. yes, it is mine….Don't touch him! Leave me alone!" shaking off Spectra's grip.

"What baby," a yawning, female voice called from behind them.

"Seti has a baby," offered Red.

"A baby? Oh, how cute! Let me see the little one," Yellow eagerly smiled, she and Purple not yet having children of their own.

Again, Seti hesitated, and decided to hiss at her. Withdrawing, Yellow clutched her hands close to her chest, offering Seti a 'how-dare-you' look.

"Please let me go," he whispered, arms protectively covering his offspring.

Sighing, Spectra stepped aside, with the others following his lead. Presented with a route of escape, the Incubus frantically darted down the hall, through the kitchen, and to the basement.

"Please don't tell me you're going to do something to them, Spectra," Yellow's jaw set with determined righteousness.

Spectra blinked at her innocently.

"It's one thing if it's just that little vagrant by himself, but now that we know he has a child, you'd better not throw them outside into the snow!" she continued.

More motivated to appease Yellow than by actual mercy, Spectra offered, "I suppose he can stay in the basement...," and as an afterthought, "…But he's got to do his part…he's got to do chores just like the rest of us," he squared his shoulders remembering his role as their leader, "…I'll revise the chore list tomorrow…"

Seti returned to his box, panting. Huddling in the back of the box, he brought out his child, and after his heart calmed, he was asleep.

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