How To Create A Demigod (Yatori fanfic)

Demigods of War- Part Two

The look of horror on her face is what sets the two of us apart.

When I had my first child I was nervous but not as anxious and panic-ridden like her.

Hiyori Iki. If you plan to continue this life with your husband as whatever you are to him; be it shinki or carrier, I leave it up to you.

When I first learned of how my older brother Sei had seemingly died in the fire at the orphanage when we were young, I was heartbroken. Sei was all I had. We had each other, but he did so much to care for me when we had nothing.

Then, he appeared. A tall man with unknown origins, and his son.

The man brushed aside his grey hair and smiled. Upon studying his features in the light the flames offered, his eyes were kind and his words were genuine. I took his hand. And his son offered the world to me.

His son, a god named Lionel, had not yet saved a lost soul from the Far Shore. And if it wasn't for Lionel, Sei wouldn't be here today. Lionel was still learning how to control his abilities as a god of ice and snow, but he was fortunate enough to catch Sei and turn him into a shinki. Sei is a regalia. A few steps away from being a Blessed Vessel, but he's stronger than he was before.

Looking down at the woman in this hospital bed, I see the same look of fear Sei had when the foundation to the orphanage collapsed on him during the roaring inferno that took his life. The tears in her eyes are identical to his. 

Being partially numb to most emotions for almost a lifetime truly takes its toll on reading the room. 

Peering over her side, this god of calamity that holds her hand like his life depends on it, is shaking. He's quivering, and I can't tell if it's from his own personal fear or because she's squeezing the life out of his hand with her iron grip.

Her eyes flicker to his and they lock their gaze. It reminds me of when Lionel tried to have a staring contest with our oldest. He looked at her and kept his icy blue gaze locked with hers for a good fifteen minutes. It's these moments that make me feel a slight trace of empathy.

I furrow my brows in an attempt to lock my concentration on this shinki. There are clear differences between Hiyori and I. For example, I'm a full human, whereas she's got a tie between being a phantom and human. Another, I'm directly tied to the god of ice and snow by carrying multiple demigods.

This is Hiyori's first. And it's going to hurt like hell.

I watch Yato attempt to calm and soothe her through the starting contractions, but much to his dismay, his honest and noble actions prove ineffective against the pressure and pain being induced onto Hiyori.

The strength she demonstrates towards him sends him into a whole world of pain as his hand continues to bruise and break.

The small contractions that grow larger by the minute eventually fade before a whole new wave of them hit her. She groans and tosses her head back onto the pillow before a nurse whispers in my ear. 

"Ma'am, should we administer the epidural?" she privately inquires.

I purse my lips before looking back at the woman laying in pure agony on the bed. Her hands have gripped the sheets and her own husband's hand in such a tight manner that I'm surprised the sheets haven't torn and her husband's hand hasn't yet shattered.

I turn to the clock for a brief moment. I watch it go by for a few seconds. Tick. Tick. Tick. It eventually comes to midnight after hours of watching her contractions lead up to the birth.

The same nurse from before taps my shoulder. "Doctor Hokkyoku?" 

"Inject it slowly. If you go too fast you could risk spreading it to the thoracic vertebrae."