1- Difficult births.
As far as rebirths go, mine was complicated as hell and not precisely the most comfortable one.
I was reborn as a purple meatball made of the demon cells infected corpse of the former male Taimanin known as Kyosuke Sawaki. Several hours after the fiance of Kyosuke, the ace of the Taimanin Ninjas of the Tokyo Kingdom, Asagi Igawa broke his neck.
The tale of Kyosuke is one of the constant hardships. A male Taimanin, rare as those are, who despite how much he trained he did not reach the height of the others, his lack of blood powers also put him in the lower spots of the Taimanin. However, Kyousuke managed to get a good position in the Igawa Corp and even managed to gain the love of Asagi.
The night that the man was about to ask her in marriage, fancy dinner and ring included; he was kidnapped by a monster infused Oboro, the former comrade of Asagi, and who supposedly had betrayed the Taimanin and joined the demons. Asagi killed her, beheaded her, she was inconsolable for days after that.
Oboro raped Kyosuke and injected him with demon cells, turning the poor sod into an ugly monster with massive tentacles and cock. Oboro used her control over demons; granted by the biggest asshole at this side of the universe, Edwin Black, the eldest vampire; to force the broken mess that was Kyousuke to rape Sakura and later Asagi.
With all the soul that the man had left, he begged Asagi to kill him and Asagi, crying her soul out as their bodies were joined by hips in a raping parody of their last time together, broke his neck with her arms. Taimanins are superhuman, for an extraordinary woman like her, snapping his neck was easy.
Several hours later, I crept out of the body on the floor, armed with my and Kyosuke memories. I really felt sad for the poor man, he had it bad and at the end, he was just another victim of the Satan of this world.
Rolling on the floor as a purple meatball is not fun, I assure you, much less rolling over the crusted pieces of fluids that no one has still cleaned from the soon to be shut down Chaos Arena in Yomihara. Another of the hundreds of shit place like these that NOMAD and their not all that legal branches had set up in the Tokyo Kingdom.
The Tokyo Kingdom was originally a nice project, a massive floating island, twice the size of Manhattan that supposedly would act as extra land for the original Tokyo, the problem is that soon became a lawless shithole when demons started to rampage all over the place and the human government decided to clean their hands with the project, practically gifting it to NOMAD.
Just as planned, as the demons were all part of the NOMAD conglomerate for what I take from the story lessons that Kyosuke took as Taimanin. At the top of the demented NOMAD pyramid was Edwin Black, the eldest and strongest vampire known. Under him, the corporation conglomerate is known as NOMAD, which had hundreds of branches. Legal and Illegal.
I rolled all over the broken ring and fall into the edge of the stage, not really hurting, just rebounding and scaring the shit out of rat that was nibbling on the remnants of an orc. The rat soon decided that I was a better main dish than the orc and only because I am a monster of some sort, I managed to create a mouth of anywhere and chomp the head of the rat when he tried to do the same to me.
The taste was as horrible as you can expect, but I suddenly become stronger and clever. Spitting pieces of bones and teeth, disgusting as hell, I closed my mouth and try to roll to the corpse that the rat has been devouring.
It took a bit of an effort, but I managed to roll near the head of the orc and start chewing his green and hairless head until my teeth crushed the bones and reached the juicy brains. That tasted a lot better, but will be like comparing dry ramen to dry ramen with salt. I appreciated the extra strength that came with it though.
Chewing on the brain of the orc; not precisely filled to the brim with cleverness, but it was the size of the steak and very juicy; I pondered about what heck was going in here. Do not take me wrong, I was as freaked out, as anyone else, but because I was a monster, I was able to focus my intentions and priorities way better.
It was surreal, true, but at the same time, I experienced it as If it was a case of dissociative personalization. Meaning, I was seeing it as if I was playing a video game. It was on first-person sight and I was the one giving commands, but the truth of the universe around me has not yet reached my brain.
Thanks to the orc brain, I was capable of creating four tentacle appendages from my main body that I used to walk around like a small spider. I was still a purple meatball with a mouth and four tentacles, quite the image.
Dealing with the memories of two people and the instincts of whatever the monster that I was now, was not an easy task. Shuffling the memories, I more or less deducted that I was a human-demon hybrid of sorts. The little detail of the memories of Kyosuke; I think I will call him Kyo from now on, for short; and mine sharing the body of the demon purple monster was something that I will ponder on later.
Surrounding the broke arena there were dozens more of corpses, all of the orcs and several humans and much to my chagrin, the monster part of me created a tongue and licked its purple lips and teeth.
There went another hour of my recently rediscovered life, eating through the brains of several orcs and humans that died in the final moments of the establishment called Chaos Arena. Oh, and I suddenly wanted some hearts as a side dish, they were a very protein-filled complement to my diet. And Yes, I was hiding the craziness under a veil of dark humor and acting as if everything was perfectly normal. You will have to excuse me if the entire situation went a bit over my head.
The feat had the consequence that I grew big. I was now a floating beach ball with a serpent eye, several tentacles, and a big mouth with a large tongue. How do I know?. I saw myself reflected in the mirrors of the broken place.
It was a bit of a shock to finally see what form I had, and if I am not mistaken, I was very similar to a D&D´s Beholder monster but without eyes on the tentacles. I had nine tentacles, my mouth was filled to the brim with teeth and my eyes were golden and snake-like. Also, my skin, leathery like, was still purple. I have nothing against that color, but it's not my favorite color.
One of the things that called my attention; as I used my tentacles to move around the broken halls of the Chaos arena, is that I still carved for brains and hearts, but the instinct of the monster that I was now was also very, very, very interested in banging all females that it could put its tentacles on.
Neither Kyo or I were precisely Casanovas in our lives, so the inhumane libido of the monster size of us was kind of scary. However, I was in control and I pulled the reigns of the desires of the monster on the back of my mind. Right now, my priority was survival, not getting laid. That also made me question how the heck pretended the monster to get laid?.
The answer was the sudden appearance of two more tentacles from my main body and how two of the appendages that I was using for moving around altered their form. The extremes became cocks. That was so utterly absurd that I froze, observing the tentacles that had transformed into sexual organs with a raised eye and not really believing what I was seeing.
The memories of Kyo did come with certain knowledge about how the demons of the Tokyo Kingdom, more concretely Yomihara, the massive lawless part of the artificial city, were of a very sexual nature. The more famous business around town were brothels were any kind of sexual monster and even broken Taimanins were used from time to time.
The Taimanin females, that sent a spasm over my tentacles and one traitorous appendage started to leak pre-cum. Bloody hell, the mere thought, or even the idea of shagging a Taiminin as Asagi or Sakura has almost sent my monster side into estrus. What the bloody hell?.
Focus, kept it cold, kept it calm, control, survival first, getting laid latter.
Taking command of my organs again, I discovered that I could alter the shape of all of my tentacles. I can make them thicker, thinner, made them end in spikes, blades, or even hands and feet, something that made me create eight tentacles and move around as a purple beach ball spider of sorts.
The entire thing was grotesque as hell, but beggars can not be choosers, and right now, I was more focused on my survival. Later, I will have to make some serious soul searching and organizing the memories of my three lives. We need to be one, otherwise, we will be fucked and not in a good way.
The messed up halls of the Chaos arena were cold and shadowed, with the sudden destruction that the Taimanin unleashed on this place after they managed to beat Oboro, Edwin Black himself simply call the place no longer useful and in less than a day this place will be stripped down of anything important and left to the inhabitants of the city. Most of the criminals in some shape or form.
It did not take me much to move into one of the former change rooms of the arena, the fighters of the arena were half-demons or enhanced humans, so they tend to die fast unless they are something else. Three corpses loitered the place, some urban vermin already crawled upon them, but the brains and hearts were intact and I did not lose time in ripping those from their bodies and wolf them down with gust.
Leaving the remnants for the vermin of the abandoned building, they were before and I was the one that has interrupted their dinner, it would be rude of me to leave them without their sustenance and I already had what my monster side wanted from the corpses. I was beyond grateful that the sexual appetites of the monster did not extend to corpses. One was a female and banging a corpse would be beyond disgusting.
It boggled the mind how sexually hungry my monster side was, it was something that I will have to address later, preferably once I have managed to transform myself into something resembling a human with a biggus dickus.
Come on, if I can shapeshift, I can make myself hung like a horse, although I knew from my monster instincts that my sexual organs adapted to anything. If the lady was a size queen then she will be taking a monster dick that was the stuff of legends. My tentacles can become sexual organs and I know that I can spawn tentacles one after the other, well, that´s it, when I master my actual form. My limit for the moment was a dozen and eight were dedicated to the movement.
I was moving all over the place like a nightmarish tentacle spider and feeding on all the corpses that I found. That had their hearts and brains intact, the rest I did not care about. My diet was curious as hell, now that I gave some thought about it. Perhaps its something symbolic?. The emotions and logic?. Without any information about what I was, I can not take anything for granted.
I can very well be an abomination that all factions present in the Tokyo Kingdom will want to be eliminated ASAP or the first specimen of my kind and all the factions all over the world would want to have a look at me.
The lessons about this world that I have from Kyo were a bit vague but essentially, the supernatural and the mortals tend to be as separate as possible with several powerhouses ruling from the shadows. Japan was one of the most populated areas in terms of the supernatural, the Taimanin were government agents so they were informed about it.
On a side note, Kyo´s memories about the Taimanins were solid, but I was a paranoid bastard and everything about them sounded fishy to me. The entire system was more akin to a farm than a real secret order of slayers, also, they are several other villages all over Japan, something that I knew a conglomerate that NOMAD, with way too much political influence, could have erased from the map in a night. Something was not right here.
The supernatural in japan, the locals, I mean, were called Yokai and Bakemono. Technically they were the same; although incredible varied; kind of monsters but the difference was that the Yokai followed and respected the Japanese gods and the Bakemono didn't. That has provoked more than one difficult situation, not only with the mortal populace but with other supernatural factions.
According to the story that Kyo knew, way in the past, the Three Factions; Angels, Devils, and Fallen; had a massive war, involving All pantheons on the conflict. The consequences were devastating, especially when some individuals called the "Children of the fool and the witch", entered the fray and made all factions shit themselves. If one has to pay attention to the rumors, they killed gods of all pantheons during that debacle and no one has recovered completely from that.
If the shit had not already hit the fan hard enough, the Underworld, the original homeworld of demons and devils, had their own civil war and that left them seriously fucked up. For the last couple of centuries, all factions have been licking their wounds and during that time, NOMAD raises to the conglomerate that it was today and the demon/devil schism seemed to have taken place.
This world was nuts, I swear. That did not cover the presence of the Magical associations, the Taimanin, the Vampire courts, the monsters all over the world, the different pantheons territories, the dragons, and like a hundred over bullshits taken place in the shadows. Ah, and the Sacred gears?...what?. Okay, later I will review all info, it's impressive that this place has not blown itself up to smithereens with all kind of walking nukes gallivanting around.
And yet, the vast majority of the world is completely ignorant of the supernatural world. I actually agree with the supernatural to hide, humanity; among them, I am included; it is a very scary animal, corner them and they will retaliate with all they have and there is no more bloodthirsty, cruel and demented demons that those that lurk in the hearts of humanity.
In the name of the shit, what the fuck is wrong with this place?. I have been gallivanting the bloody ruins for hours, chewing some hearts and brains in the process, but so far its all a collection of broken halls and ruined rooms. It is as if I am trapped inside of an infinite modern building, this is absurd.
Finally, I managed to get out of the main section of the destroyed arena and found myself into a side arena where dozens of soldiers were dealing with the consequences of the carnage that Asagi and Sakura had done with those that stood in their way. They were Taimanin after all.
Part of me, the one that came from Kyo, wanted to be back with Asagi, he really loved her and for what I could sense from Kyo, the love seemed to be reciprocated. The tears that Asagi cried when she broke our neck were not a fake. Unfortunately, being back with Asagi and my bro...what the fuck?.
Kyo had a younger brother, another mistake of the shittiest parents that I have ever witnessed. Heck, the Igawa sisters were their family, and Oboro and Black had ripped them apart because who knows what kind of scheme had the bloodsucker on his head.
Okay, stop, more though for later. First, observe the soldiers, let's see what I can learn from them. At first sight, I will say that they are the Japanese Special Defense Force, they are the part of the army that dealt with the supernatural beyond the Taimanin and the Magical association called the Historical Committee. Still, there was something wrong. They were speaking in English and their gear was different from the JSDF gear.
They were not cleaning the place of corpses, they were cleaning the place of tech. Bloody hell, the cold war for the demon tech was real.
Oh, yeah, that. The memories of Kyo spoke about how the USA and China were practically at war for the demon tech, something the blow out of the water all human tech today. Europe had its own tricks under their sleeves, with Asgard, Olympus, Bogovi, and several other pantheons that equate and surpass demon tech but that is not all that sympathetic to humanity. Demon tech was like a virus, anyone on earth could catch it, but controlling it was an entirely different matter.
Edwin Black and the NOMAD conglomerate had the monopoly of tech and the rumor grapevine said that the devils of the Underworld were beyond pissed as it was based in their own tech but twisted into an organic and cruel parody of it. Truth is, that the demon tech that Black used was apt for all species but relied a lot on demon cells, something that it was impossible to control by mundane means as they are not mundane at all.
Shit, another topic, the devil-demon difference. Devils are the original inhabitants of the Underworld, but the demons are twisted and way more evil devils that went far and beyond and turned into living nightmares.
An orc is a lesser demon, easily six feet and half tall pig men that could crunch an average human without breaking a sweat and that had a libido beyond insane. A lesser devil could be a human with horns and bat wings on its back. The only difference is that the lesser devil could have a conscience and the orc does not.
Shit was very, very complicated in this world. I repeat, it is a bloody miracle that poor little Earth has not been blown to smithereens by the collection of nuclear weapon level assholes that gallivanted the land of mortals.
My monster side was very agitated, it wanted to jump at the female soldiers down there and turn them into mewling messes, filled to the brim with its spunk and breed them true with our progeny. I grabbed my own metaphorical balls, something Not funny, and get the reigns of our body.
The monster did not like that, but my will was stronger and I imposed over the instincts. Being blue balled was not funny, but being shot to pieces when we are barely seven hours alive was even less funny.
I was part demon and my demon wanted to fuck, fuck, fuck and breed, little else mattered.
I wanted to live, live, live, and fucking live, that's what mattered.
Existential crisis apart, I moved back to the shadows of the side halls from where the fake JSDF; possible UFS special forces looting the place before the authorities of Japan reacted to the destruction of the Chaos arena; and patiently waited. I need to see who was the head honcho here and if I can make a run outside of these places in one of the transports that were carrying materials out of here.
Nay, that would be too dangerous, I can slip back into the halls and look out for another exit. I am not in a hurry, the soldiers surpass me in firepower and numbers and I am constantly fighting with myself to do anything. The monster wants pussy, Kyo wanted to be back with his beloved and I wanted to know how in sanity´s name have I ended up in this fucking disaster of a world.
Back to the shadows, I tried to surround the place where the fake Japanese soldier had set up camp and lookout for some of the cornerstones that the labs that they are dismantling and taking out of the country. I am far from an expert in demon tech, but without a real demon or a devil versed in that tech, humans are completely unable to master it.
It would be different if the humans had demon blood like the Taimanin or the witches, but common mortals, no matter how brilliant they are, will never break through the demon tech. Perhaps a magician, like the ones that the devils employ from time to time and that considered the mathematicians of the magical world.
Thanks to my beach ball size and my tentacles I can discreetly hide in the several air ducts of the building. Even the rats and other vermin ran from my presence now, perhaps because I have grown they no longer consider me prey but a predator. I can scared bugs and rats, how proud of myself I am right now. The monster was oddly pleased with the fear, it must appeal to its inhumane instincts.
Making an effort to be as silent as possible, I climbed up to the ducts and pass through the few soldiers that were patrolling the abandoned halls. As I suspected, they were taking anything remotely familiar with tech, dismantling the computers, picking up samples of the corpses, taking weapons that are modified with tech, the demonic implants, the artificial organs, the cyber-implants, everything.
Through the ducts, I entered into one of the server rooms. One that was close to the lab that the soldiers were dismantling and that seemed more a morgue than a lab. I rested over one of the computers, cold due to the lack of activity after the destruction of the building. It was a nice to rest for a bit, I have not stopped since my rebirth into a purple ball of carnage and fuckery. Just a second to reorient and seek out for an exit from this building. Lazily, I hung my tentacles at the side of the computers, one of the things that astonished me was how incredible my extra senses were. I can see, touch, smell, hear, and sense things that I don't even have a name for, from my tentacles. Chuckling to myself, making an odd sound with my physical jaw, I connected one of my tentacles to one of the ports of the mainframes and started to peruse the data inside of them, storing them into my….
What the flying fuck.
I can plug into computers?. I can store data as I was a computer?. How?. Oh. Demon cells, this is demon tech, I connect to the demon parts of the tech and as a living CPU. I could pull this one with all tech?. That would be awesome, but for the moment, I will just roll with the miracle and see what kind of treasure I have found.
Most of the data is related to the experimentation with demon cells and hosts. That fucker of Black has promised some of the idiots that follow him that they will acquire tremendous power through the injection of demon cells in their bodies. As an example they used the Taimanin, who practically all of them had demon blood on their lineage, that´s why they are way better than the average human.
However, what Black has not told them is that demon cells in a human host had a high chance to produce massive mutations and turn the host into little more than drooling aberration obsessed with sex. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with demons?. They are all obsessed with the noble art of shagging. I like a good tumble in the hay as anyone but this was beyond obsession.
Biological studies, chemicals, magic circles, and several "boxes" that were the file name for several contraptions that served to made inhumane modifications. From artificial implants to brainwash and body modification to levels that made my physical from grimace. And that was just the peak of the iceberg that this lab had stored.
Edwin Black was a complete bastard, but he was a very cunning and clever complete bastard. This arena was nothing more than a massive test ground. All the fighters were modified and their data stored for further use. I don't have all the data, but I have more than enough to be busy for a while, especially if I started to study the "boxes" that the Arena had for all kind of modifications of body, mind, and soul and the supposed demon cells that Kyo had implanted on him.
NOMAD is a massive conglomerate, they expand worldwide and had their hands in all the legal and illegal pies on the mundane and supernatural world. Frankly, only Black´s presence prevents the supernatural to lay waste to NOMAD. Black stood at the level of the Four Satans and any kind of firepower designed to take him down will have drastic consequences to the rest of the world.
One of my tentacles agitated, indicating that it has sense something close. Focusing part of my attention on it as I kept downloading and erasing all of I could of the database, I feel the presence of some soldiers moving close to the room where I have been hiding.
It was something that I expected, I was only to rest for a bit in the room, catch my breath and keep looking for an exit but the compute thing blindsided me and I took way too much time perusing and downloading the data. Logging out of the computer, feeling curiously drained but loaded at the same time; perhaps due to how I was providing energy to the computer and downloading data at the same time; I used some tentacles to climb back into the ducts.
Nothing spoke of my presence in the room and the soldiers will be busy connecting a generator to the mainframes and trying to access the data. I had already emptied it, sorry about that, but first come, first served, and honestly, the knowledge that I had now was something that really should have never existed. Poor sod Kyo was one of the many victims of that bullshit, all in the name of greed and selfishness. Humans and demons could really compete to see who is the bigger asshole in equal footing.
Silently singing to myself, as my mind multitasked in moving out of the place and try to catalog all that I had downloaded; and in the process try to make sense about what I am; I squeeze myself into the air ducts and started to crawl in the opposite direction of the soldiers.
They were a very loud bunch, by the way, they were stomping in the hall, making a lot of noise. Heck, one of them kicked the door of the room down and tossed a bruised woman inside….wait.
In a show of domain over my corporeal form, I reversed myself entirely, now facing the very same direction that I was running from. I may be a monster but when I picked up the emotions that the soldiers are tossing around and the smell of the woman, the blood of the woman, I knew that something very wrong was about to take place.
It was a curious moment of unity between all of us, although for different reasons and with obvious differences in perspective and objectives, but at the same time, the three of us that were into the purple beach ball of fuckery agreed in that what´s happening in the room was a big fucking no.
Three soldiers, all with light gear; base body armor, handguns, and the usual comms and identifications; carried a bruised woman, dressed in similar military gear but with an apron and a handkerchief on her head. She was like one of the military chefs that work on logistic units. Instead of the body armor that the other soldier had, she only had a bodysuit; barely a tight swimsuit; military pants, boots, and the mentioned apron and handkerchief on her head.
She was beyond gorgeous, a brunette beauty of green eyes and hourglass figure. If those are not bigger than G-cups I ate the mainframe. She was pretty fit, her body had muscles because of her military training and I can see the sheath of a knife that was no longer with her.
"Bitch, because of you, my pals died. I am going to carve their names in your heart, you fucking sow", barked one of the three soldiers. With their helmets on it was impossible to see how they were, but the venom in his voice was very real.
"Fuck you", she spat leaning on the shutdown computers, she had bruises over her face and her nose was bleeding, yet she defiantly stared back at the bastard. I liked this girl.
"That ambush almost kill me as well, it was a fucking vampire", she hissed. "They were my friends too and I had to see how that bastard tore them to pieces". She screeched back, trembling from the damages on her body but ready for a fight.
She was completely at a disadvantage but I can see, by her posture, that she knew how to fight. She also didn't surrender, that impressed me, especially if we take into account the bruises over his face and open skin. These guys have beaten her up before tossing her here.
"Yet, you walked without even a scratch", snorted another of the trio of attackers. "I read the report, five men squad, four good men and you, ambushed by a vampire on the mountain pass. Only you walk out of there, unharmed and covered in the blood of your teammates".
"You are nothing but a slut that sold herself to the vampire in exchange for your life", added the third one. "That´s why HQ put you out of the fieldwork and into logistics".
"They put me out because I can't sleep without seeing that mother fucking bastard ripping my friends in pieces and laughing!", screamed the woman. PSTD and night terrors, something that any person would have the first time that they see something impossible tear a bunch of soldiers apart as if they were toys.
"Enough", ended the discussion the second, raising the gun. "We are going to fuck you like the vampire slut that you are and then left you mangled body for whatever demons that still roam this shit…".
The final words were never said as my tentacles pierced the back of his head and into his brain. Another tentacle went for the gun, and others dispatched the soldiers before they could react. I aimed for the spaces that lacked body armor. The monster was confident in killing the soldiers, but I had my doubts, I have not tested my tentacles in a controlled situation and three armed soldiers are lethal enemies for me.
With the tentacles into their bodies, they burrowed forth to the heart and brain and start chewing and devouring them. There was truly a difference between fresh organs and those of corpses. The rush and power that I felt from the feeding were completely different. So far, these three were the best organs that I munched on.
The woman blanched at the sudden death of the three soldiers and the tentacles that appeared from the air ducts over her head. She lunged at one of the weapons, but my tentacles had already grabbed the guns and she only could go for the knife.
With a hiss of pain, she grabbed the knife and adopted a combat posture. She quickly realized that she could not escape from the room, the corpses and my purple limbs blocked her path, so she swallowed her pain and waited for her chance.
My tentacles had already killed the soldiers and were feeding on them, I observed the guns and they only confirm more my suspicions that these guys were UFS acting as JSDF. The guns were of UFS manufacture, heck, even Kyo recognized them from the tense moments when the Taimanin had several skirmishes with the UFS for different objectives.
From my corner on the ducts, I exited my main beach ball form and I saw how the woman went white as a sheet. Okay, that is unusual, she must have recognized what kind of monster that I was; something that I do not know by the way; and clenched the knife strongly.
I generated a hand in one of the tentacles and waved cheerfully at her. It was the fucking perfect moment to discover that I did not have vocal cords on my beach ball form. Excelsior.
She observed my hands and blinked a pair of times, not entirely believing what she was seeing, I understood her, I would have reacted with the same, wtf expression. Alas, I am not leaving any opening, the last thing that I need is for the lass to run out of the room, screaming about my presence and making the soldiers hunt me.
Speaking was something that I took for granted and it was the worst possible moment to realize that I couldn't. With a bit of an effort, I tried to create jaws and mouth into some tentacles and show them to the woman that observed me tense and ready to defend, always looking for a chance to make a run.
"He...lo, lo, ho...le", my raspy, childish voice made me wince and sight. That action made the woman stare at the mouth at the end of the tentacle and at my exasperated face. My body had enough body language to show my frustration and annoyance at the childish voice.
That made her form a shadow of a smile, but the hand never lowered the knife.
"Hello", I finally made to say with a voice that made me cringe for its childish tone. "Sorry for the scare, but they were about to rape and kill you".
"So?", she showed her teeth. "You killed them before you can claim your prey, monster?".
"Err...no". I replied raising one eye in curiosity. "I am not interested in killing anyone, not without a good reason, I mean. This place is a hellhole and killing is practically a must to survive".
Something I said must have confused the woman even more as she kept the knife up but look at me with a mixture of fear and curiosity, along with a healthy dose of caution and awareness.
"I was speaking about the rape part", she deadpanned at me.
Wait, what the fuck?.
"What the fuck", I echoed my inner monologue. Also, I finished the organs of the soldiers, tasty, way better than anything that I had until now. There was a dramatic difference in living and dead, maybe between human and supernatural?. Food for the thought for later.
"Okay, lady, listen, I know that I look like a monster, but come on, I am not a rapist for fuck´s sake, I don´t even have the adequate equipment for that", I whined and the woman blinked several times as she was not understanding what I was saying.
"Your tentacles", she double deadpanned at me.
"Oh, yeah, those", I felt like an idiot as I stared at her, with one of my tentacles scratching the size of my beachball sized form. "Okay, NO, I am not a rapist, heck, I don't even know what I am, I have been born like..what hour is it?".
In a split of a second, she looked at her wristwatch. Oh, I do recognize that watch, is a G-Shock DW-8000, the watches that a lot of the USA Special forces wear when they are in the field. Now, I understood, she was a Special Forces commando, her unit had a nasty encounter with a vampire; most likely she only survived because the vampire wanted a quick snack and fuck later; and she suffered PTSD.
You know?. It was perfectly normal. The abnormal would be to have an encounter with the supernatural and yet act as if was nothing.
"Nine zero-zero", she said returning her eyes at me.
"Ah, around nine hours then. Hurrah". I cheered with a dried tone and I could see the woman losing a bit of her edge. She was still more than ready to tear me a new one with the knife, but I was something unusual to say the last.
"You are the weirdest tentacle monster that I have seen in my life", she said with curiosity and confusion in her voice and I stared back at her with several more eyes in my tentacles.
"I am a fucking what?".