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Darkness comes to Earth and unexpectedly finds his unborn, human soulmate. Join Lark, a winged, fanged, all-powerful god and future King of The Order on his journey as he breaches the unknown gap between his...
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"The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures its time, and our life is a lingering fever." - Georg Büchner
I find myself torn. I want to bring my mate into this world that she's from in a place of beauty...well, as beautiful as Earth has to offer anyway.
Then there's the other part of me that doesn't want this bitch here to grace anything even remotely beautiful with her ugly presence. You could put her in the most beautiful place in this world or mine and she would completely tarnish it.
I don't want to provide her with even a moment's delight - even if it's something as simple as a view. I will make sure that her eyes never look upon my angel either. She is far too precious and good to be looked upon by someone so unworthy. It's bad enough that she is inside of this woman's wretched body...I shudder at the thought. However, it doesn't diminish anything about my angel in any way. If anything, it makes her that much more endearing and special to me, if that's even possible.
This woman is nothing more than a vessel, and a poor excuse of one at that. My mate is not of her, nor will she be born of her. I've already decided that one of the her punishments will be to suffer and bear the pain of natural childbirth from a child that she never wanted, but my angel will never touch her filthy birth canal. I'm going to enjoy ripping her stomach open towards the end - my own version of a human cesarean section.
Normally, I don't have to put any thought into things as I usually just know, but since this involves my mate who is an unborn human, I want to do what's best for her.
Now that I have resolved the most important things in my mind, I'm heading to a place of compromise - a place that will not provide any comforts for the bitch, yet suitable enough for my angel. I hate that it won't be what I want for her entrance into this world, but I have resigned myself to the fact that this is far better than what would've happened, though that doesn't pacify me.
All I can do now is just make the best of this situation for my mate.
One of the best things about this is that I'll be the very first thing that she sees, so the location really doesn't matter.
I arrive at the destination - the Baboquivari Mountains, which are deep in the southern part of Arizona. They are said to be a sacred place according to the nearby O'odham Indians.
I drop the slut onto the ground by a rock and retract my wings. Then I reach down and snatch her up roughly by her hair, moving her head onto the rock that will serve as her pillow none too gently.
I look around for a brief moment taking in the scenery. We're near the top of the mountain on a ledge with a grotto that provides shelter. There's a small waterfall nearby that's fed by the few snow showers that fall at this elevation. It's flowing slowly into a small pool of spring-fed water.
