Aeress

Memory...

     Godhead sat in the sun, absorbing the heat as she waited for Avathara. It was a beautiful day. The sky was clear, yet the occasional, fluffy cloud passed by, like a content, ambling animal in the woods. She listened to the earth, absorbed it and embraced it in a way no mortal could. She heard a whisper, a soft whisper, and it washed over her just as the sun did. She closed her eyes and smiled, knowing that she would never be alone.

     It was midday, a time when everything was awake and moving, for the most part, anyway. The butterflies. The breeze. The scent of roses and lilies. It was a paradise of pure love and nature, just as the world should be.

     Godhead stood up with leisure. Now where was Avathara? She looked around for her daughter, who was no older than a few years. Just like her firstborn, she loved her little bundle of happiness fiercely. She was her pride and joy, the reason she was on this earth to begin with. She could picture the lovely darkness of her complexion, those big brown eyes, and those full round cheeks with the most precious dimples. Yes, while Avathara may not have been hers through blood like Bakir was, it didn't matter, Godhead would do anything for her.

     Then there was this sickness that came upon her. Godhead frowned and clutched her abdominal area. Something was wrong. She glanced around and sniffed the air with inquiry. Yes, even Nature confirmed her sudden alarm.

     Looking around once more to make sure Avathara was not near, Godhead decided to head back to the house. Perhaps someone was hurt of distressed? Godhead always sensed these things with her children.

     Bakir had to have been home at that time. By now he should have returned from his daily hunting, something he relished in too oftenly, she would admit, but he meant well, she believed that. Her children were perfect in her eyes, as it is for most mothers. Perhaps he would know of Avathara's whereabouts?

     As she got closer to the simple structure she shared with her two children, the scent of blood hit her nose. It was heavy, it was a warning that she did not accept.

     Godhead was in the house within seconds. Her speed was unparalleled. "Bakir? Avathara?" It was like receiving a blow from the very universe itself as she took in the scene before her. She stumbled in shock. It couldn't be true, she must have been hallucinating.

     She watched in horror as he continued to smash his claws through what was left of Avathara. He was covered in her daughter, head to toe, dripping in crimson and raw flesh. He was silent, but she sensed his sick pleasure. It was like smoke clogging her throat, melting her tongue. "Avathara!" Godhead screamed in denial, grabbing a hold of Bakir and roaring with all of her might, right into his grinning face. "What have you done! What have you done to my baby!" He was silent as he looked at her with wide eyes. "She is a human. She is not my sister." His lips curled. "And now you are all mine."

     Godhead couldn't process his insanity. She screamed again, falling to the floor, landing in her daughter's body. She gathered what she could, getting sick several times during her wailing, her crying, her raging. She held what was left, not that there was much. "No, no, no, please, Avathara! Come back! I will bring you back my gir-"

     "Get off the floor, you look pathetic!" he commanded, and then went on to talk with so much sickening nonchalance. "You never loved me the same after she came along, you know, now you can. This is our chance to start over."

     She stood up with wide eyes, which were pried open by horror and disbelief. Godhead held what no longer looked like her baby, and more like a rag of bones and flesh. She clutched it close and turned to look at her son-a monster, a fien she had given birth to.

     The look on his face would never leave her mind, not even if an eternity passed. Pure evil, like a black, bottomless pit, but instead of emptiness, there was screaming, screeching, howls from the Devil, and the cackles of the wicked. She could hear squelching of torn flesh, and anything which evoked a sickness which was already settled in her stomach.

     Godhead seized him, and held him up by his throat. The softness of his neck had a strong pulse running through it, with the life she gave him.

     He immediately struggled and his arrogance fell away. "What are you doing? I'm you're son, you can't kill me, you wouldn't!"

     Godhead smiled and a darkness within her came about and took over control over her, and perhaps it was the true mother of Bakir.

     What she did next would make Avathara's death seem gentle...

     End of memory...

     "Time to wake up, Mommy."

    "Aeress!"

     She screamed herself awake, and felt as that familiar hand buried itself into her chest. Agony exploded throughout her body and she looked into the eyes of her firstborn son in shock. "Bakir!" She gasped as the taste of blood coated her tongue. "Stop." Her limbs were stiff in protest.

     "Took you long enough," he whispered, twisting his wrist and making her scream in pain as his claws shredded the inside of her chest. But he surprised her, and removed his hand, forcing her to watch as he licked the blood off his hand. His lips curled with satisfaction as he most likely sensed her revulsion.

     Blood began to poor even as her body was quick to heal itself. She curled into herself, pressed harshly against her skin so that the crimson liquid would begin to clot. She refused to let out another sound though, she wouldn't give Bakir the pleasure.

     "Aeress."

     Her head snapped in his direction on instinct. She knew exactly where he was the moment he spoke.

     Her eyes widened at the scene before her. He was held by two men, naked as the day he was born, covered in layers of dry and wet blood. He resembled a corpse more than the man she loved. "Warrick?" She ignored her own damaged body and stood up. Bakir was standing near the three figures and he scrutinized her every reaction. She breathed in and out, holding in her scream of fury. Her limbs expanded and lengthened as she transformed into her beastly form with much ease. Great big fangs came forth, as did her claws. "This is between us, devil. I will make your death quick only if you behave like a good little boy."

     Oh, yeah, he didn't fancy her sudden confidence. "Have I been a good little boy, Warrick?" He approached her mate, grabbed his jaw and forced it open. "He just wouldn't listen when I told him no teeth."

     Vomit threatened to rise up her throat. Every single one of his teeth had been pulled, and she could see that they were slowly regenerating.

     She roared instantly at the sight, but it wasn't a simple outcry, this was filled with tangible power. It shot over everyone in the room, pierced through them with a dominance no one but Godhead herself could achieve. It was what sent everyone to their knees at the Candor Trials, and it was what sent them to their knees then, until the only souls standing were Aeress and Bakir.

     They both knew why he still stood, but she refused to acknowledge it out loud.
He clapped his hands in delight. "Still have that dramatic flare, huh, Mom?"
She was quiet, and for a moment, everything fell away until it was only the two of them in the room. She didn't see a man, but a teen, buff but still having a long way to go. Light blue skin, red piercing eyes, and long black hair which fell down his waist. He was a replica of her, just simply the opposite sex. She literally carried him in her womb, he was from her divine flesh, he was her son. Was.

     "What happened? What changed." She had somehow failed him, but didn't know how. How could things have gone so wrong so quickly?

     He paused at her sudden change in tone and appeared to contemplate her question. "I didn't blame Avathara, I still don't." He smiled that insane smile. "I blame you. Youdid this."
Aeress felt he heart break at the reminder of what he did to their family, and would never understand how he could destroy perfection. "She was innocent, she never hurt anyone ever. She loved you, you were supposed to protect her, she was your sis-"

     "She was a puny human, no blood of mine!" He screamed. "You found her disgusting little body when she was a baby by the disgusting bodies of her dead parents. She didn't belong with us. And you betrayed me-" 

     "By what!" Aeress demanded. "Loving her?" It was like she was back in that room with him. 

     "Yes! Everything changed, you were supposed to only love me, onlyme, but you abandonedme, and only cared for her. So..." He shook his head as if to clear it. "She had to go."

     "Even after a thousand years, you are the same," Aeress stated, feeling hollow, feeling like a failure. "Instead, you've embraced your own insanity." How could she have possibly given birth to this?

     "So what now, gonna kill me? I did have my way with your mate and all, I guess you would be justified."

     Aeress took in a deep breath. First she would kill him, then she could process everything else later. "Is that what you want? For me to kill you?"

     "You see, as the villain, I cannot simply concede my desire for true death, that would be too simple. Queue the dramatic speech, shall we? Let me provide you with two dilemmas, make the situation loud and clear: first, even if you did kill me, I would return," Aeress wished this was untrue, yet she could not deny that by giving birth to him directly, she had relinquished a piece of her power into him, "and second: if you killed this version of me, how would you ever discover the whereabouts of now Avathara?"

     Aeress froze. Her heart literally stopped in her chest, stunned into stillness. A little gasp left her mouth. Somehow she failed to think of this, and maybe she was too afraid to. "She's alive?"
He smiled. Again. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

     Her breath finally became unsteady once more. Hope and more fury flooded her body. Could she truly be reunited with her daughter, the one which had been savagely ripped from her arms an eternity ago? "Enough of these games! You've had your little performance. She revealed her sword of justice and commanded it to become aflame. "You talk too fucking much, you're so goddamn arrogant. Whether you give me her location or not, I will find her. You will never harm her again. Now, you will die, for good this time."

     He scowled. "Yeah, okay-" He gasped as a blade pierced through his neck, which was held by Shaya. Warrick jumped up and quite literally ripped his arms off, as if he wasn't just beaten nearly to death. When he fell to knees, Bakir had a strange look to his face. "Took you long enough," he whispered.

     Shaya, dressed in so many weapons, who was hidden in the shadows since the beginning, leaned over and whispered into his ear. "Trust that the fun is just beginning." The look on her face brought chills to Aeress.

     Bakir's followers were screaming by now, realizing what a mistake they had made by choosing the true falsegod. The traitors finally understood that they had walked into theirplan. Aeress felt her entire body become absorbed by the blue flames. "Where are you going?" She asked calmly. "Didn't you hear her? The fun is just beginning." 

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