Valentine puts the vile up to your now bleeding palm as you're in an induced coma. It was three in the morning your form naked under the sheet. He knew you were a Blood Born the moment he saw you, and he can't possibly waste an opportunity such as this. Once filled to the brim, he noticed how your wound was already heeling itself hiding the evidence that this even happend. Quickly standing, he takes a few steps back as, of course, his phone begins to ring. He's silently cursing as he digs it out to be one of his council men; he has never hit decline so fast before. You mumbled a few words surprising that you knew of the old Fae language, but this doesn't stop him from exiting the hotel room.
It was hours later before you finally woke with a pounding headache, and you turn in your bed to find yourself to be alone. Thank Gods that it was only a one night stand as you recollect yourself. You rubbed your stomach pressing down to feel the single Gemmer thats took you three years to form. It... feels different. Surely.. No. You're just paranoid. You decide to get dressed needing to get back on the road.
The walk back to your motel was long, and you were direly needing a beverage by the end of it. You though halt at seeing the door was slighly a jar. You listened intently in trying to detect any commotion, but it's deadly quiet. You busted it open jumping to the side in preparing to fight if someone comes through. There was nothing though, and you slightly take a look to find it empty. Now, you were quick to your feet instantly searching for the Stonelings to find them gone.. just like Valentine.
" Fucking bastard!"
You kicked your duffle bag seeing he played you like a fiddle. That's half your pay going down the drain. The motion caused you to graps at a pain deep down in your stomach, and you identified the contraction. You can't believe it became fertilized by a bastard of a man! You go shutting the door as you slide down to the ground. You find yourself instinctoy pushing as you unbuttoned your pants. The pain wasn't too bad as you feel it exit your uterus; you can't believe you're finally about to meet he or she. Your life is about to change forever you realize, and you find this to be the end of your career.
You feel it at your entrance, and you pry it out with your fingers. Covered in bodily fluids, you find yourself smiling down at the tigers eye. The middle was transparent revealing a little seed that could barely be seen to the eye.
" Don't worry. Mommy's here."
" I will always protect you."
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One year later...
You waved and greeted people as you go; your eventing gown gracing the floor. It was made from a velvet material as it's the color of the night. You repositioned your crown here and there being careful not to alter your hair. Your make up was flawless having had a professional do it earlier in the day. People whispers as you go by how you have a new found fame. After being revealed to the Original Gods by their children who were good friends of your parents, you were adorned the title Queen of Earth. You feel like they gave you such a status is because they were afraid you would try to claim in being a god, and that any sort of reaction to your disliking would cause an Earthquake.
This party here was your coronation being housed at your parents' palace. Oh how you wish you were elsewhere; you almost wanting to go back to your old life. Thankfully, the Gods are providing you with your own delightful place within the next couple years taking this long due to construction. You chose it to be in New York being as far away from your parents as possible.
Your then father elopes his arm with your own wanting you to talk to someone of course, and you follow him to face someone who had his back towards you.
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Killer Stone
FantasyYour job is... essentric you could say. Unique. Rewarding. Dangerous. You end rogue occults that go against or break the rules of the Solstice Alliance. You currently find yourself in California tracking a migration of the Angelus Mortem when you m...