The Corrupted Godlings

The birth of a villain

The night was frighteningly cold, all the creatures of Irinith hiding from the frosty weather that concealed half of the planet in a thick sheet of white fluffy snow, this was the scene set where our villain would be brought into this cruelly sadistic world they didn't ask to be in, but fate has a way of gifting things no one wants. Two figures slowly came into focus, one dwarfing the other from how monstrously tall they were compared to the petite figure that walked in a stiff matter as well as quivered from the spine chilling cold as they took one step after the other in the deep snow that engulfed their puny feet.
Then the shorter figure said," I can't go any further Urik, I'm frozen to the bone, my body is sore and aching from being beaten to a pulp, and the contractions are getting worse. Please, for the love of Drusol, let me rest for a bit." She whined and complained about how mentally and physically exhausted she was from all the trauma she had experienced.
"It's not far away Sweetheart, only a few more steps, just stay strong and determined and we'll get there in no time." Urik said to the lady in a motivated tone, but his voice had little hope in it from how awful the woman was looking from having gone through a heated argument that resulted in being brutally beaten.
The woman hesitantly didn't argue about continuing to walk beside Urik, who kept her confident for the past few hours they were trekking, but her body was worn down from all the bruises and open wounds inflicted upon her by her enraged partner that wasn't pleased that she had cheated on him with the man that saved her from his violence and it only made it worse that she was carrying his whelps.
Her body could no longer go further, her limbs numb from the frigid cold that ate at her bones, and the increasing pain of labour, so she halted, standing still, feeling her limbs sting like fire and her insides churn and tighten with every minute that passed.
"What are you doing, Amadamn? We're so close, we'll be there very soon, just keep going."
Urik would say in an upbeat voice trying to encourage Ama into walking a little longer, but she didn't budge, forcing him to pick her up like a small child, hiding her in his cloak from the biting frost, he was abnormally hot from the winter fur that protected him from the chilly season, Ama at this point gave out from the exhaustion of trying to delay the birthing process until they got to Urik's small cottage in the woods.
And now that Urik wasn't being slowed down by Ama's slow walking, he had the freedom to go as fast as he could and that he did as he'd gracefully run through the forest like a majestic deer running from a predator. The cottage was much farther than he had let on, and it was on a ledge of a mountain fifty feet above the ground, but he only lied to give his love some hope that she'd be in a place where no harm would come to their whelps in little time, though it no longer mattered that it was farther than he had said, he was speeding through the woods faster than any animal known to man and he easily climbed the ledge making it to his cottage safely, removing his cloak as he entered the wooden building revealing just how much fur he had underneath the big hefty cloak, then he laid Amadama on his couch.
His eyes stayed locked on his love seeing how pale, sweaty, and awful she looked with all the patches of bruises that were all over her body as well as scratches and gashes that covered her body, but it was because of him that she managed to survive this long, and he was praying to Drusol at that point that she'd pull through not wanting his passion and reason of living to die because of him simply giving her kindness that her partner denied her, it made him think why she stayed with such an abusive mate that drank all day and took his anger out on her at any time he could get away with it.
Amadamn didn't come to until a whole two hours from how drained she was from both walking as well as trying to not give birth in the dangerous and cold forest, it was a painful awakening when she regained consciousness having all the pain of her body rush back, her legs were stinging as well as ached from having to walk for so long, and then there was the unruly pain that only grew stronger that pulsed through her stomach and back that only made her squirm and arch in an attempt at getting away from the waves upon waves of pain, but fortunately it all went away two hours later once she had given birth to four whelps that were surprisingly healthy even after what had happened.
The new parents stared in complete happiness at their newborns that slept soundlessly utterly oblivious of what had happened beforehand from the gift of not understanding, all of them were different shades of purple, the most vibrant of the four had been given the name Jivenia, it simply suited her perfectly, the second most vibrant that was the biggest of them all was given the name Gelger after his great grandfather, then the last two least vibrant little girls were named Degy and Alga.
This newly constructed family seemed so perfect and flawless despite how it occurred, and it looked as if our villain at first would live a life of happiness, but that proved to be false when a knock was heard on the door of the cottage it wasn't polite nor kind but instead rough and cruel as the knocking became quicker before Urik finally opened the door to see one of the officers from the city of Feveric, he had an unfeeling expression on his face before speaking.
"I'm here for the removal of the whelps you sired under the law of section forty-two, paragraph nine where it states any whelps produced from an affair or cheating will be removed either with ease or force, it's your choice," the officer said in a cold tone of voice before showing a basket fitted with a soft plush blanket and a lid on top.
Urik stared at the man in front as he spoke about the cruel law with a face of anger as well as defeat knowing it'd do him nothing to fight against the broken system of Irinith law, he looked back at Ama who had heard the officers words, which made her hold her four whelps a bit tighter not wanting to let them go even if her life depended on it.
"Amadamn, we have no use fighting this man, it's better for them if we just hand them over instead of getting them hurt," Urik said with a saddened tone as he walked right in front of his partner then opened his arms to take the sleeping whelps, it took what seemed like hours before Amadamn finally surrendered the small infants she was unwilling to let them go.
"Thank you for your cooperation, I promise they'll be placed in a family that's actually functional, now I do ask that you two separate to avoid any time in prison," the officer spoke as he'd close the cover, hiding the little whelps he possessed now, then in a rush, he bowed then leaped from the ledge the cottage sat on and began to glide through the air with thin sheets of skin that stretched across his hands to his feet that he had formed.
He glided through the frosty air with the small basket safely attached to his chest with a few straps and ropes that tightly clung to the uniform he wore, then a big group of giant trees that were a smoky black came into view, the trees were connected to one another by neatly constructed bridges that had been grown, and then there were hundreds maybe thousands of houses that had been built on the side of the trees to where the bark of the trees was barely exposed by the houses that were made from pure wood that was grown into spherical shapes.
The officer soon landed on the bridge in the middle of the town as its inhabitants came out to see what he was doing and what he had strapped to his chest that was so carefully secured, then a figure came from the shadows his fur as white as snow and his eyes as red as roses, he looked rather menacing in appearance from the many scars that covered his body, he looked at the officer with a questioning look before speaking.
"What brings you to my town? It better be important for the town not to be woken up at such an early time, now on with it. Why did you come?" the man spoke with annoyance towards the officer who seemed a little more anxious after finding out that he was annoying this man of authority.
"I'm here sir, to drop off one of the new Cimer's that I just took away, do I have permission to give one for you to look after?" the officer said before unlatching the basket to show off the whelps he had been keeping in the woven basket.
"Oh, what hideous creatures, why bring the filth that is chaos here, you know very well nothing good comes from them, they're the offspring of Hilger himself!" the mayor shouted aloud with fear as he took sight of the purple whelps which caught the attention of the townspeople glided down around the officer to peek at what was in the basket before running off in a fit of fear after seeing what the officer had brought.
"Are we getting a new baby Ekke?" a child spoke to his mom with excitement about having a new kid to play with, though his mom simply covered his eyes and started to drag him away while saying that they weren't going to let a filthy child into their town.
"Why do you all fear those of chaos, they hadn't done anything to us, so there's no need to be afraid of them, especially these poor whelps, they need a home and all of you are too scared to even help out a child?!" the officer spoke in a booming voice that showed how disappointed he was in the townsfolk.
There was no answer, not even from the mayor they were all too eaten up by the fear of harmless infants just because they were different from everyone else, but then three figures came forth and spoke," We'll take one of them, officer, we don't think they're dangerous or will cause damage, they're just whelps in need of a home so, why shouldn't we help them just because they're not like us," the mother of the family spoke with a voice that was as kind and sweet like the welcoming embrace from a grandma.
"At least one family here isn't scared of these poor whelps I'm glad you've decided to openly take in one of them, dominika, here, come over and choose which one you'd like, and don't worry about a name for the little ones they already had been given names." The officer said with a warm smile in contrast to the frown that the mayor had on his face.
"You're welcome I'm glad I have the chance to give a home to one of these sweet little whelps, oh they're just so cute, what are their names?" the woman asked as she brushed a thumb over one of their cheeks.
"I believe the brightest name is Jivenia, the little girl, the second brightest is Gelger a boy, and then the two least vibrant had been named Degy and Alaga which are both girls," the officer said as he'd point to each of the whelps he was talking about.
"Those are wonderful names, hmmm, I think I'll take Jivenia, her name is just so unique and she's just so adorable, oh I wish I could take them all." The lady squeed in happiness though she really wanted to take the whole litter in instead of just one.
"Sorry, dominika, but it's only limited to one whelp per town as to avoid the chance of them finding out about their situation." The officer mentioned to the lady as he'd wait for her to choose one as a final answer.
"Right, right, sorry it's just that they're so cute, but it's okay, I'll just take Jivenia, but do make sure the other sweethearts end up in loving families for me my good decinik." She'd say before picking up the child she chose that fit perfectly in her two cupped hands from how small the whelp was, the child in response started suckling on her left hand in search of a nipple from how hungry she was after the two-hour flight to the town.
"I will make sure to do that, now goodnight, dominika." The officer would say, securing the basket once again to get ready for the trip to the next town, then he handed the lady a pouch that was filled with milk, and after that, he took off, quickly growing smaller and smaller as he went farther away from view.
This was the fate of our villain, they came from a family that seemed so broken and shattered to others, but was very much the opposite, though the society that Jivenia was born into was a cruel, unloving society that didn't care about its people that hadn't done anything.
Despite all of the hate and dislike that was thrown to the family that had adopted the child, they were allowed to stay, but under the single rule that the whelp couldn't go to the town nor was permitted to interact with any of the townsfolk that wasn't in their household, the rule was followed, though the child had other plans on her fifth birthday.
The house that the family had been forced to live in was far from the town, it was just like the others though it was on a single tree where all the other abnormal families lived because they weren't as perfect as the town wanted them to be, it was unfortunate, but at least they weren't alone.