Demon's Genesis

Chapter 11

TW Vomit in this chapter described in detail oops

"No, Pa! You don't understand this— dream... thing.. well.. I don't know how else to explain it! It was so vivid, to vivid to be a dream, I swear!"

The grey tom sighed and shook his head slowly in exasperation as he rose to a sitting position. He made eye contact with me and I just glared at him, disbelief and frustration prickling at the tips of my toes.

"Look Lloyd, it's like I told you at least five times already: you and your mother were extremely late back home because you were a klutz, and you tripped over a tree root." I opened my mouth to interrupt but he silenced me with a glare. "After that, you must've hit your head and knocked yourself out."

I snorted and grumbled a few inaudible words under my breath, Pa just rolled his eyes and nudged my forehead softly with his paw.

"You're lucky your mother was there. She had to drag you all the way home, you know, she saved your li—"

"How many times do I have to tell you?! That's a bunch of.. of," He squinted at me suspiciously, but I was too angry to care at that point. I scowled right back at him as I finished my sentence, "That's a bunch of Thex!"

"Language!"

"I don't care about language, Pa! You have to believe me, Mother is not who she says she is! She's been possessed but you don't see it because you're foolish and blinded by—"

"Enough!" Pa snarled, on his paws in an instant with his hackles raised and teeth bared at me. "How dare you speak about my mate, your mother, like that?! I know you two don't always get along but for Urigi's sake, Lloyd! She is your mother!"

I blinked a couple of times, surprised by Pa's sudden outburst. It's not like him to just snap like that...did I say something that got under his fur?

I shook my head, clearing the thought in an instant and returning his glare with a cold blue frown. I hope he saw the anger in my eyes.

"She is not my mother."

The fluffy grey tom stared at me for a few heartbeats before deflating, his fur lying flat and his head hanging in defeat. There were bags under his eyes, were dull and still crusty with sleep. He suddenly looked so tired, hardly comparable to the ferocious wildcat he'd been only a few moments ago.

I recoiled like a spring, flattening the fur on my shoulders I hadn't realised was raised. We were both silent for what seemed moons before he just looked at me with those sad hollow eyes that made my heart crack. His mask was breaking.

The mask he put on every day to pretend he was okay, to pretend he was happy and bubbly and full of love when really it was the complete opposite. I could see that now. Sunken and tired his indigo blue eyes were a mirror, reflecting the deepest corners of his soul that told me more than words ever could.

In that single moment the world seemed to stop, and I considered a daunting possibility. Every single creature is born with two hearts, one to pump blood the other, imbedded in their sternum. That was perhaps even more important than the organ. It was, to put it simply, the raw contents of their soul.

Their deepest fears, their most cherished memories, their darkest moments, and the highs of their life. Everything that meant anything was stored in the Heart, kept safe and locked forever. If someone ever lost it, all the organism would be, ia a shell. Alive yet somehow not living.

Pa had told me a story about a creature long ago, a creature that went by the name of Corcon Tritum, or Trit for short.

The story is about how Trit suffered. He suffered so so much. He lost everyone that was ever important to him, and he was hurting. So much, in fact that his heart began to crack and crumble. It grew weaker as he lost feelings, memories, emotions, the more he suffered the more he lost until eventually there was nothing left.