⭐️A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY⭐️ Completed! ✅
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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"By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower." - Rabindrath Tagore
I retract my talons, not wanting to risk accidentally hurting my love. I kneel further down, reach in, gently grab a hold of her, and pull her free. I slightly extend one talon momentarily to sever the umbilical cord - cutting the last tie that she will ever have to the vile thing that's now lifeless and slumped over.
I hold the end of what was left of cord between two of my fingers, cauterizing it instantly.
The moment I look at her I am awestruck. Even being covered in the blood of that filthy woman doesn't mar her in any way. I have never seen anything so beautiful...so delicate and soft.
It's 1:43 a.m. on the 24th - Christmas Eve, as I cradle her to my chest. I keep my arms and hands protectively around her, handling her as if she is spun glass. She is so, so tiny, especially to me, and could fit in the palm of one of my hands with plenty of room to spare.
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She begins to cry and opens her eyes, immediately meeting mine. Her crying ceases instantly, and though it should be impossible, she gives me the brightest, most precious, toothless smile, despite being weak and sick.
I feel as if my entire body is being warmed with an intensity of a thousand suns from that single gesture. I've never felt anything so glorious. It is the best thing that I have ever been given besides her in my entire existence.
Not waiting a moment longer to take away her pain, I hold her to me once again, caressing her back gently, lovingly, while healing all of the damage and disease that she was born with. She begins to coo and nuzzle into my chest, trying to grip me with her little fists as if she knows me...and I know she does, as improbable as that may be.
This triggers my mating call which sounds like a loud purr. It seems to please her as she coos and snuggles to my chest in response before her eyes drift shut. This tiny human infant has absolute control and domain over me...the most powerful being in existence, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
As I've said, humans and my kind have interacted throughout time, but only on a very limited basis. Humans and our kind are not meant to be involved. It is sort of like the human analogy of a fish and a bird falling in love - animpossibility. Yet here I am...
