At midnight the people of Angel Grove were throwing parties all over the place, there were ribbons tied to poles, confetti swinging around, party horns either coned or with tassels or the simple rolled up ones being blown full blast and the bars were all open with their gay public running in and out, enjoying their drinks in celebration, no one got drunk in Angel Grove because it was the time to do so, or they were in the mood or just because they had nothing to do. The ones who were drunk the next day got that way from the celebrating. Music blared from speakers, some in houses, some in cars and there was even someone who bought a large stereo system and rigged it up on the curb, there was a Karaoke going on in one of the bars, although the system played the hits the real music being sang was "Angel's free, Angel's free, glory hallelujah Angel's free!", no one stopped the chanting, no one spoke up that the system was going on and on, running its blue and red lines of lyrics while everyone was simply singing three lines over and over again. By three in the morning the fireworks were taken out, they lit the sky over Angel Grove and made it look as if it was the Fourth of July. Surely, if some out of towner had popped in they would have looked at the people dancing around, some with painted faces, some with party horns, some with trailers, some with a beer bottle in hand and some lighting fireworks and would have thought the whole town mad. No one went haycrazy, no one was arrested or pulled over for drinking and the cops were not called to put an end to the mayhem on the streets. By five the festivities had about ended, work and school was still canceled and would be until the end of the week, paychecks would still be given if though employees didn't show up at the workplace.
At Dione's castle, though, there was no party going on. There were no horns being blown or trailers or confetti being thrown of beer being handed out. When Dione had formed on the platform in her gym, Angel gripped in her arm, she had found herself alone but it wasn't to be for long. One step down from the platform and Angel's pained body, mind and muscles had enough, the scream that reverberated throughout the castle snapped everyone into action. Helen raced down the hallway to the gym but slid to a stop, the sight of her own daughter in the state she was in made her scream for the roof. Azura and Perniceie ran in behind her, Azura hid her face in her mother's bosom and cried while her mother's mouth dropped in shock. Atlas was the last in and when he saw Angel's state he started rambling in incoherent Arabic, he threw his hands around for a short while then walked forward. Angel had slid from Dione and was sitting on the platform, her arms around herself, blood dripping from all over her body and her body shivering so much that it looked as if she was sitting on an ice block. Atlas gently scooped Angel up and carried her down the hall, Dione following him telling him to be careful, she passed by him quickly when they turned the corner and went down the hallway that her bedroom was on. She ran to her door and threw it open, with her hand she ushered Atlas to carry Angel in then she swiftly slammed the door behind her and locked it up tight.
"Lay her down gently, Atlas!" Dione ordered. "Be careful, this child has seen enough torture for a bunch of todays!"
Atlas did as he was told, he had taken the bed sheets and quilt down with one hand then had gently placed Angel down on the bed, it was like he was handling a feather instead of a human being. Dione tossed her wand and sword to the side then ran to her bathroom, there was a sound of glasses being clicked together, of metal being dinged against metal and even the sound of something breaking. Atlas stayed at Angel's side, when he had placed Angel on the bed she had raised her arms at an angle, they were still held in those angles, her whole body was still shaking and shivering with such velocity it looked painful, her eyes were open and were staring up at the ceiling and she was turning her head from side to side. She wasn't crying, he saw that and he admired that, for one so abused she was not crying a single bit. Slowly, carefully and gently, he stretched his hand forward and brushed the little hair she had left on her head back. Her hair, it had been shoulder length when he and she had gone to Gamma-Vile for the attempted sabotage of the Sperm Ward, it was now cropped so short it looked painful. He had more hair that she did now and this realization made the anger swell back in him. Thankfully, Dione ran in with an armload of medical supplies to take his mind from his anger.
"Get her top, Atlas." Dione said. "I'll need to get more medicine, she is cut up all over!"
"I see dit Veel guy agin..." Atlas said then calmed down, he grabbed a rag and gently started to wipe the blood from Angel's shoulder.
He had lived longer than many humans, in truth when he had been brought to Dione's castle, by the one and only Dione herself after his wife, Helen, had given birth to their first child, he had been nearing forty-six then. He looked that now, fully gray in the hair with an experienced face, but in truth he was nearing five hundred and fifty years of age. Helen was his first, he had not married a single woman in those first forty-five years and nine months of his life, he had been smitten at once with the beauty of the woman and had asked her right quick for her hand in marriage. She had said yes and this had gone well, right and fine in the life in his tribe which he had just been handed the reins of and still had the reins of. He had gotten sick after four months of their I Do's and had to stay on Earth, had to take a break due to his illness from his duties which had fallen squarely on Helen's shoulders. Helen had just gotten pregnant, was actually three and a half months along, when information had been handed over about Master Vile taking over the second to last planet in his birth galaxy. He had urged her to not go but she had and when she had returned she had not been the same and in truth she still wasn't herself. She had disappeared soon after returning, thinking that the baby she carried was by that retched Vile. After giving birth she had been near death but Dione had showed up and given her a potion which had restored her to before she had given birth then had taken her away. A week later Dione had showed up in his tent with Helen, Helen had explained what was going on then had asked him if he wanted to be with her forever like their vows had said. He had replied yes, had drank a potion that had a very spicy and horrid taste to it then had his people moved to outside of civilization where they were still. Through the years it had been hard on him, he did want children but Helen had been messed up emotionally and mentally by that retched Vile so bad she had shunned him and his advances, almost like a wild cat. After two hundred years she had come around, three hundred years later they had five children between them. Two boys and three girls, all living today thanks to Dione and her potions.
Still, in his almost five hundred and fifty years of living he had never seen wounds like these. As he wiped the blood away on her shoulders he exposed deep bite wounds and whip lashes, when he dabbed the rag against Angel's breasts he exposed further abuse. More deep bite wounds and burn marks. When he dabbed the rag against Angel's neck he discovered deep bite marks there, and they were still bleeding. He took one look at them then stood up and left the room saying not a thing. He ran down the hallway until the hallway became a cave and he ran down that cave until it became a tunnel. When he came out of the tunnel he ran straight for his horse with was tethered to a post, mounted and rode off in a frenzied fury to the camp of his people.
"It's bad but it's not that bad." Angel said, her voice strained some.
"It's bad enough, Angel." Dione said gently. "Now you just hold still."
"Gotcha Doc Dione." Angel chuckled.
Dione's mind was spinning, literally spinning in wild circles! As she wiped the blood away she discovered a great many marks made from a specific whip that her father owned and used. It was called the Razor-Whip for a reason, it had razors attached to the leather straps and was so painful it made even horses that were as wild as can be tame in less than an hour. They were on Angel's breasts, on her stomach, on her abdomen and even on her legs. She had the idea form in her mind to have Angel take a medicated bath but she stopped that idea cold, Angel was in a world of pain and would not be able to walk to the tub. So, instead she cleaned the blood off with a damp rag then grabbed a dry one. She added some medication to it, a green substance that although was painful had good properties to it, it would close the wound well and disinfect if. She started adding the medicine to the whip lashes, Angel didn't make a sound, she didn't even cry out or moan, she just lay still on the bed looking up at the ceiling. Dione skipped the bite marks, having a different medication for them, and she decided to leave taking care of the area between Angel's legs for last. She was just finishing up with Atlas ran back in, his arms filled with herbal plants. He nodded at her then started tearing leaves from the plants. He burned them in a pot then he dabbed a fresh cloth in it. When he touched Angel's neck with the herbal paste Angel moaned but she didn't cry out.
"Dees burn but dey git the job done." Atlas said when he saw Dione looking at her. "She be bit bad, ver bad!"
"This is the work of an animal," Dione said. "I knew my brother was a monster, but I never thought he'd do something like this."
"He is a monster." Angel spoke up.
"Atlas help me, I need to get her on her stomach."
All Hell broke loose when Atlas finished turning Angel over, Angel had yelled out in pain then had cursed but she still had not let a tear fall. They only needed one look at Angel's back to feel a pain in themselves, the anger swelled and boiled deep inside their chests. Atlas made a whistling sound then left the room, he did not return for the rest of the medicating. Dione cleaned the dried blood from Angel's backside in silence, she was dumbed silent by the sight of the whip lashes on the back, rear and on the back of the legs of her great-great granddaughter. The whip lashes were so deep she could see the muscle underneath the skin. She medicated the wounds with the same solution she had used on Angel's front then gently had Angel turn around. The next part would be closing the bite marks on the shoulders and breasts, which were so deep and the flesh so torn it made Angel look as if she had been carved up like a freshly killed cow.
"This might hurt some." Dione said.
"I'm numb enough at the moment." Angel replied.
When the medicine touched the wounds Angel screamed a scream which made Dione's ears ring and pop, the bite wounds that her brother had inflicted on Angel burned a great deal, a gray smoke billowed up from them then they cooled down and Angel quieted. Dione repeated each gentle application, and with each application she would be driven back by a scream, by the time she was done she was half deaf. She toiled around, wrapped Angel up in a soft bandage that covered almost all of her body then stepped away.
Helen was pacing back and forth in her and Atlas' bedroom chamber, Atlas was seated in a chair that had a fur on the back and on the seat with his head near covered by his hand, his other hand bunched into a tight fist which was on the arm of the chair. Helen had expected it to be bad, but she had never expected the monster who had fathered her child to of been so brutal. She was crying, great big sobs coming out from her which made her body shake, her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, her hands clasping the arm opposite it tightly. When a roaring screaming reached her ears she collapsed on the bed, a queen sized bed that had blue sheets but a brown furred blanket and a rolled purple quilt at the foot. The loud screaming went on for a while and with every scream she'd send up a moaning cry herself.
"That's worse than what he did to me." Helen cried finally. "He bit me too but not like that!"
"Dem bites deep." Atlas said into his hand. "He done tored her up! Bitted her and tored her wit his teeth bad!"
"He bit her with his fangs not his teeth!" Helen screamed.
Angel was screaming for a good reason, Dione had opened her legs and started medicating and lubricating her hookah. She had thought it'd be a walk in the park when Dione had explained to her what she was going to do but in truth as soon as the medication had touched her she had felt intense burning. Dione worked slow, medicating everything down there then added a lubricant which had made Angel's female parts go numb. When she was done Angel's screaming box was done out, as was her voice box. Angel lay like a mummy on the bed, her hands clasping the fitted sheet tightly and her chest heaving up and down. The last thing Dione did that night was clean Angel's cheek which was, again, caked in her own blood then she covered her up in the sheet and blanket. She collected her weapons and walked to the door, before she left she turned. She was tired but above all she felt sorry and angry. Sorry for what her great-great granddaughter had gone through over the hours and angry at the being who had hurt her. She slipped her finger over the light switch and plunged the room into darkness then opened the door.
"Get some sleep." she said, standing just outside of her bedroom door. "You will be sore tomorrow but you will be alive and that is great!"
"You can say that again!" Angel exclaimed just as the door closed behind Dione.
Angel's exhaustion took hold as soon as the door closed casting her into the dark room which was her great-great grandmother's. She had time to take in the crystal-like chandelier hanging up beside the bed she was laying on before she fell into a troubled sleep. She saw her father's fangs driving home in her skin, breaking flesh and making blood spill down her naked body, she saw the head of her father's penis but she didn't see it as a normal penis head but as that of the tip of a claw tearing her insides apart. Before she woke up in a terrified fright she dreamed that she carried a fetus, a fetus that looked like its father, her father, and she heard it speak to her. It told her it was in her, it was alive and it would be just like her father. When it got old enough it would turn on her, the fetus told her, and would tear her limb from limb leaving hardly anything for the birds which she had seen during the encounter with her father. It must have been hours since she had fallen asleep because the room was lit by faux light from the ceiling above, she was covered in sweat from head to toe and was as sore as can be. As she slid from the bed, every muscle screaming and herself almost yelling, she thought back to the fetus part of her dream. Sure, she couldn't conceive for a human but she could conceive for a magical person, such as her father. As she stood up and shuffled over to the mirror, taking a good look at the bruises and scratches that had not been covered up, the door opened.
"Angel!" Helen exclaimed as soon as she saw her daughter standing. "Get back in bed! What are you doing up on your legs girl?"
"Never was one to stay down for long." Angel replied. "I'm sore but fine."
"You are not!" Helen shrieked. "You've been hurt bad and must have rest! You can get an infection easy!"
They fought vocally for a short while then Angel allowed for her mother, Helen, to lead her back to Dione's bed. She lay back and simply stared up at the chandelier to the side of the bed. She suddenly remembered what her father had told her about the Dacops Crystal, that a gem fragment from it was missing and that the crystal was broken, crippled forever unless the fragment was returned. While remembering her conversation with her father her hand trailed to her stomach, she had not an idea of why she was doing it but she gripped her stomach hard. It was Helen who grabbed her hand and forced it to lying on her side.
"Where is Dione?" Angel asked.
"In the dining room." Helen answered. "She's trying hard to calm down."
"I need to speak with her." Angel said. "Important."
Helen looked at her daughter, she detected the spirit still there and the fight which was still very evident in her eyes, she felt glad for it. When she had agreed to have sex with Master Vile she had put up a fight, but after he had grabbed her shoulder with his fangs she had stopped fighting. He had bitten her three times, each time because he was shooting off in her. She had figured he had done that to make her still so that his juice would get in, that it had but it had encountered a problem. She had a fetus inside of her already, was already pregnant. Master Vile had been rough with her, painfully rough, but what he had done to Angel was far worse. She truly looked like she had been torn to pieces. Nodding her head she left the room and went down the hallway, leaving Angel alone in Dione's bedroom.
Angel sighed and sat up once Helen was out of the room, she was terribly sore and now that she was fully awake she also noticed that she was horribly raw between her legs. The muscle in her thighs throbbed something awful, but so did her who-who. There was a sound of running feet then the door opened, it banged against the wall as Dione rushed in with Helen right behind her. Angel struggled some, but she got to her feet and took one step forward. It hurt, everything hurt. She didn't get far before Dione had her arms around her and was leading her back to the bed.
"Sore?" Dione asked.
"Greatly!" Angel replied.
"Helen said you wanted to speak to me." Dione looked sideways at Helen. "What's on your mind?"
"Well the first thing that comes to my mind is pregnancy so let's start there." Angel said. "Do you have a pregnancy test around here?"
"The last supplies came with three." Dione walked towards her bathroom, stopped then turned around. "For Helen, of course."
"Uh huh." Angel smiled. "Sure, Dione."
Angel had to pee something bad and when Dione came back for her, Angel practically walked on her own to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet, peeing in a beaker, then handed it to Dione who had white gloves on over her hands. While the test was being done Angel looked around. The bathroom had the same ceiling as the rest of the castle, blue sky with wispy white clouds drifting around, and a light blue tile floor. There was a white feathered rug near the toilet and a bath mat of the same material only this one was a dark blue. There was a rack behind her made of thin metal which was colored blue, it had lotions and other bathroom items on it and that included a roll of toilet paper. Beside her was a metal toilet roll stand that had two more rolls of toilet paper in the storage compartment and a roll of toilet paper in the connection, like the rack behind her the metal was painted blue. There was a circular mirror above the polished porcelain sink and light brown polished sink cabinet. The tub curtain was of the ocean, a nice blue wave rose and fell then rose again, a Dolphin jumped over it several times.
"Well, the test shows up negative but I suggest after two weeks you take a new one just to be sure." Dione said, she held up a vial with blue liquid.
"Shit!" Angel cursed. "And in that time I have to think what to do if I am."
"I suggest you..." Dione started to say.
"Get rid of it!" Helen exclaimed. "Point blank! Don't go through it, don't let your father have the pleasure of knowing you will keep his child."
Angel stood up and walked around, her legs were sore but they were getting stronger the more she used them and that was the only reason she refused Dione's offer to sit back on her bed. Although she planned on taking another test, two more in fact just to be sure, she had something else in mind to talk about. She asked Helen if she could have some time alone with Dione, Helen bowed and left the room, she closed the door in an offensed way then walk down the hall. Dione sat on her bed and looked at Angel, who was now pacing back and forth.
Dione's bedroom was like that of a financially secure person. She had a white carpet on the blue tiled floor, a chandelier of blue, purple, pink and light red crystal which jingled gently, casting their collective colors about and a brown vanity with a decorative mirror that was surrounded by gold and aqua leaves with a blue cushioned stool that had slightly curled legs underneath pulled up nice and tidy. There were paintings on the wall of horses, of the ocean and of various places on Earth such as a watermill sitting on a plot of green pasture and a lighthouse standing before a white-washed rocky beach. There were bottles of perfume, books and what-nots on shelves, most of the what-nots were of Mermaids, Dolphins, Whales and other ocean loving beasts. When her eyes landed on Dione she stopped pacing. Dione had a blue crystal around her neck, it was pulsating and looked much more real than the one that her grandfather, KurukVile, had stomped on and destroyed. She walked forward and took it between her thumb and index finger, Dione made a startled sound then pulled away.
"I take that you made a side trip before you left Gamma-Vile." Angel said. "Went to dear ol' daddy's vault."
"I had unfinished business to take care of." Dione stood up. "Nothing you need to concern yourself about."
"My father and I were talking before our pairing." Angel looked Dione in the eye, her emerald-green eyes with the small golden-yellow rings around the pupil and Dione's white glowing eyes with the black pupil locked. "He said that the Dacops Crystal is missing a shard. I suppose you took it."
"I took what he didn't need anymore." Dione replied defensively, she elbowed around Angel and went to her bedroom door.
"Why did you take it?" Angel asked. "There a specific reason other than your he didn't need it anymore reason?"
Dione didn't answer, she opened the door and exited. She walked quickly down the hallway to the dining room where she sat back in her baby blue upholstery chair. In all, Angel spent four days at Dione's castle. She was mostly tended to by Perniceie, Dione claiming she was much too busy to do the continued medicating and bandaging. Angel grew stronger in those days and on the third night of her stay Perniceie brought her a new crystal, this one the same color as her old one but having a pearl cap instead of a gold one. She thanked Perniceie then teleported out, when she appeared in Angel Grove it was in her own apartment.
The next week and a half went smoothly for her, she ate well and exercised and practised her skills. The police had stationed officers all around the shield in groups of three with heavy powered guns, each officer was to keep his or her eye out and open wide for anything not human. If a bird was seen flying into the shield it would be properly captured and taken to the station and put in a small cage, if the bird didn't change into a monster or another of KurukVile's freakish beasts it was turned loose. The same happened with rats, mice and even cats and dogs. Curiously, Master Vile and his father were not seen or heard of again, but everyone in Angel Grove, and that included Angel Irene and the rangers, knew they were out there, planning and plotting. Angel was grooming her horse, Gasha, getting him ready for a late morning walk when she was struck with a bout of intense nausea. She spent three hours total puking her guts out in her bathroom, barely making it three times. After the nausea subsided she ran out of her apartment to the hospital were she demanded as soon as she entered the sliding glass doors for a doctor. She was led to a white walled room and told to sit and wait for the doctor, while doing so she was again overcome with nausea and took off to the nearest sink, the only thing close enough to her.
"Miss. Irene?" the doctor asked, concerned.
"I need a pregnancy test." Angel was on the floor, her knees up to her chin. "Now!"
Before the test came back positive she knew what the outcome would be, as the doctor read her her options she simply nodded her head, not really listening to him. She requested an ultrasound right away and it was performed right there in the room she was in, her shirt up and her belly exposed. The baby was normal, almost two weeks of age. Angel looked away from the screen and again ignored the doctor's words. The doctor was acting as if she was going to keep the baby, he was giving her all sorts of advice about what to eat, drink and what vitamins, minerals and exercise she should do. She let him talk, all the while her anger burned within herself. When the doctor was finished she thanked him politely, called Lieutenant Rollins then took up a seat in the lobby. When Lieutenant Charles Rollins showed up she left the hospital and hoped into the passenger seat.
"I take that history has repeated itself." Charles broke the silence. "You are pregnant."
"Not fully." Angel replied. "I have plans to leave here to take care of it."
"Don't blame ya." Charles glanced sideways. "Carrying your own father's baby, yuck!"
"Drop me off at my apartment." Angel said. "I need to get some things then head off. I'll be gone for a few days."
As soon as they pulled up at her apartment Angel jumped out of the vehicle and walked up the sidewalk to her door. Lieutenant Rollins understood fully, he honked his horn once then drove off. Angel Irene had been the talk of not only Angel Grove's streets, but she was all over the news and newspapers of Angel Grove. She was also the talk of Gamma-Vile papers, she had continued to go back and forth between Gamma-Vile and Earth bringing the usual newspaper stacks back with her. Again, the papers mentioned that she had been caught and disciplined but they never mentioned she had escaped. Charles smiled as he remembered reading the column which mentioned that a baby was expected between the "all powerful and great Master Vile, son of KurukVile Surfeit and Irka Shaiden, and Angel Irene" within a years time. As he drove down the road, running a red light and attracting the attention of a motorcycle cop which caught up to him quickly, he burst out laughing. Angel had been beaten and humiliated, she had been raped, but she was not broken. She still had that fire, that great fight of fire, in her emerald-green eyes. When he pulled over and the cop walked up to ask him for his license and registration he was still laughing. He continued laughing as the cop asked him to step out of the vehicle to be tested for alcohol.
The pain started immediately, it wasn't nausea pain or pain from a period but a pain in her stomach so deep that it made her drop to her knees. Angel was yelling out in pain, her hands clamped tightly against her stomach, when a pair of feet stepped in her line of sight. She looked up, a snarl on her face and her mind doing cartwheels thinking that her father had somehow gotten into the shield and had been waiting for her to come back to her apartment. This pain, it was just as bad as the pain she had experienced right after her father had left her chained up to his bed on his ship. When she looked up she saw that the feet's owner was not who she had figured out to be. Standing above her was Atlas, he was staring down at her with them predatory brown eyes of his, his hands on his hips, his gray hair a mess.
"Wh- what are y-you doing h-here?" Angel stuttered, her stutter came from the pain not from the fear of seeing and having Atlas in her apartment.
"You wit child?" Atlas asked.
"Yiiiiiisssss..." Angel hissed, the pain! Had it gotten worse or was the same? She couldn't tell.
"I hep you." Atlas said. "Dione sid I hep."
"So she knows." Angel replied, she rolled her knees up and pressed them deeply to her stomach.
"Dione now all." Atlas answered. "What I do?"
"I'm heading someplace." Angel said, she gulped twice then took in three breaths. "You willing to go on a field trip to a different planet in a different galaxy?"
"Where?" Atlas kneeled down in front of her, his face close to hers, his brown predatory eyes staring into hers.
"The Wycos Galaxy." Angel banged her head against the table behind her, the pain was that bad. "One of the galaxies my grandfather rules, one he conquered thousands of years ago."
"Why go dair?" Atlas asked, he placed his hand on Angel's shoulder.
"Because on one of the planets there there is a clinic." Angel replied. "Walk in, do some paperwork then bye-bye baby."
"Veel be mad an' so be dit KookVeel. Be ver dangerous." Atlas said.
"It's either that or I ask you to take out your sword and plunge it in deep."
Angel gave Atlas a hard stare which he looked away from, he had a sword tied around his belt and he also had a knife in a case beside it, she saw behind him his bow and arrow case, the ends of about fifty or so arrows poking out from the top. She sat on the floor for a short while then got up to her feet. She had decided to come back to her apartment to grab her sword and a knife for protection, this was a dangerous plan and in truth she didn't know much about her grandfather's conquered galaxies or single planet, Oot. All she knew was what she had read in a book, and that wasn't much as her grandfather had made sure that no one wrote about his planets or galaxies except in reference. The book she had read on the Wycos Galaxy had been an old one, an out of date book with a good dust collection on the spine and pages.
"We go now!" Atlas walked back and retrieved his weapon. "We do dis now!"
Angel grabbed his arm, the pain was bad but not bad enough for her to not teleport. She teleported them from her apartment on Earth to an alleyway on one of the planets in the Wycos Galaxy. As soon as they appeared Atlas again did his heavy breathing and sputtering, he leaned against a building with his hand pressed against his chest, his brown eyes had lost their predatoriness for a short while, it was replaced with surprise and pain. Angel let him get himself under control then peaked around the corner, after a minute she felt Atlas' body press against hers, he joined her in looking around the corner.
"You be kiddin' me!" Atlas exclaimed. "Dis Weeecos?"
"This is Deocomos, my friend." Angel replied. "A planet in the conquered galaxy of Wycos, owned and ruled by my own grandfather. KurukVile Surfeit."