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Chapter 28: A New Danger

Legend tells of a warrior long before the rise of the great empire of Egypt. This warrior goes by the name: Mijrich. He ruled an entire tribe of warriors called the Dictaurus. The tribe had the belief that a group of abnormal beings, called later in time: Demons, were...abominations to the gods.

It was the tribe's opinion that anyone that wasn't completely human deserved to die. This included but were not limited to: nocturnal beings that depended on drinking blood from the living to survive and humans that change form every time the moon is full. To qualify as a true human you have to age at a regular rate, are susceptible to being wounded or killed, and have other such traits of mortality. Even genetic abilities could be construed as...unnatural.

Mijrich received word of a tribe of demons settling in the ruins of an abandoned city. Enraged, the ruler of the Dictaurus ordered an attack. Needless to say, Mijrich's army was defeated. Shamed with being conquered, the Dictaurus tribe felt they had no choice but to wander the desert until they found a new place to settle.

The blazing heat of the sun, lack of water, and festering battle wounds did away with the already dwindled army. Soon, only the great warrior himself was left alive. Eventually, Mijrich too fell victim to the heat of the Sahara desert. Desperate, Mijrich pleaded to the evil god of destruction, Set, to spare his life.

The dark god agreed...on one condition. Mijrich would be his to control and command for all of eternity. Careless, Mijrich accepted Set's terms. Out of nowhere, a large bee appeared and stung him.

A surge of energy coursed through the warrior, rejuvenating him. To Mijrich's horror, his body began to change. Wings sprouted from his back. His lower abdomen expanded to match the insect that had just stung him.

To Set's amusement, he had just transformed Mijrich into a human-bee hybrid. In a way, this mutation was a punishment for Mijrich. Becoming half-bee for all of eternity was meant to serve as torture for the merciless slaughter of hundreds of innocents. Although Set was evil, even he was incensed by the beliefs of the now extinct Dictaurus tribe.

Before Mijrich could test his new abilities, Set demanded that the warrior become his personal servant for the next five thousand years. Dismay filled Mijrich as he begged Set to allow him to avenge his warriors. Set refused and sent a horde of his minions to pull the warrior into Set's domain. Just as he was about to be engulfed completely, Mijrich shouted that he would return to annihilate every supernatural creature in existence.

A hand popped out of the sands of the Sahara desert. An equal popped up next to it. The set was joined by a pair of arms. The arms dragged out their owner; Mijrich, the last of the Dictaurus tribe.

As soon as Mijrich was completely on the surface of the Sahara, he panted from excursion. After what seemed like an eternity, Set had allowed him to go wherever he wished. The warrior's first priority was to gain control of his bee-like powers. Then, he would kill every single being that wasn't human.

"Higher! Throw me higher, Grandpa!" Takai squealed as Molahs tossed him up and down in his dog form with his nose.

Akiva, Nothile, and Hessa looked on with glee. The patriarch only took to his dog form when he was sure that no-one could see. Chandrakant had no desire to witness the goings on of the mansion's backyard. As might be inferred, the cold-hearted prince was training in the dojo.

Akiva and Hessa had heard a story about when their father first used his demon form to entertain a child relative, namely Chandrakant. The two siblings had always known their father to be vigilant when he had played with them this way. However, that first time, he had become bored and had accidentally swallowed his son. Needless to say, Molahs had immediately forced himself to regurgitate that morning's breakfast and with it, his traumatized son.

Chandrakant loathed the story. He loathed it even more once Nothile had heard it. Luckily for the pure demon, Nothile only used the story as ammo during an argument started by the former. Where Akiva was concerned, Chandrakant had no such luck.

"Sis, I'm surprised that you trust our dad in his true form with Takai. We've all heard the story of how he fucked up our big brother." Akiva remarked, impishly.

Hessa returned, sly, "That being said, the same could have happened to us as well."

Akiva opened his mouth to respond, closed it, repeated both actions, then said, "I hate you."

Nothile and Hessa burst into laughter. The older half demon didn't actually mean that he hated his sister, it was her comeback that he hated. Nothile had noticed that Akiva only said those words when he didn't have a good retort to whatever Hessa had said. Hessa, of course, would only take the words to heart if Chandrakant had said them.

"Sure, you do." Hessa replied, smirking.

Unnoticed by the bickering siblings, Molahs had changed back to human form while his grandson was in midair. Once the five year old was safely in his arms, the demon lord focused his attention on his youngest children and son-in-law. Needless to say, Molahs and Takai had heard the conversation between Akiva and Hessa. The duo rolled their eyes at the half demon sibling's antics.

"Do you two ever stop quibbling?" Molahs inquired.

Akiva and Hessa jumped at the sound of their father's voice. They had been too busy making jabs at each other to notice that Molahs was no longer in his dog form and was paying attention to what they were doing. Nothile snorted as his mate and brother-in-law recovered from the surprise. He had kept an eye on his son and father-in-law since Molahs could be...unpredictable when it came to rough housing with the rambunctious five year old.

"Shit, Dad! When the hell did you change back?" Akiva exclaimed, surprised.

Molahs chuckled and replied, "Oh, around the time you said that I couldn't be trusted with my grandson while in my true form."

Akiva blushed and stammered, "I-i-i-i didn't mean it like that! You're taking what I said well out of context!"

"Oh?" Molahs replied, sly, "Then, pray tell, my dear little baby boy, what it was that you meant."

Nothile and Hessa snickered. Akiva's blush deepened. Truth be told, this was the first time Nothile had heard the teasing endearment. Hessa, however, had heard the same term many times over the course of her very long life.

"Dad! You know that's embarrassing! I'm not a baby!" Akiva protested.

"But you're my baby." Molahs returned, turning his head slightly and giving a closed-eyes smile.

Akiva groaned. No matter how hard he tried, his father was determined to call him by the affectionate nickname at the most inopportune times. The half demon considered himself lucky that he was on good terms with his brother-in-law and his nephew was growing up to be quite like his father. However, Hessa usually never missed the chance to tease him whenever the nickname was used along with Chandrakant.

A little whispering in her ear convinced Hessa to let the opportunity escape her. Nothile was not above exposing her deepest secrets in front of their son and the patriarch. Unbeknownst to the five, a small bee was watching them. This bee was originally a worker bee but was being forced to act as a spy.

Satisfied with its ill-gotten information, the tiny spy flew off to its enslaver. A man with ancient armor was waiting. The bee landed on his hand and what the bee had seen flowed into the man's own mind. Mijrich's eyes flashed red as he took note of the abominations that were unaware of the death they had deserved by simply being alive.