"... -They are not a hydra! – the dragoness shouted as loud as she could. One of her hands was holding a demling, who appeared to be bigger than usual newborn/newly hatched, but the most interesting part was that it had two heads instead of one.
- 2 heads, 1 body – it is a hydra, darling, - the giant beast murmured, slightly annoyed. – Why would you summon me for such a matter? Too soft to end its pathetic life? How boring. Look at what it did to you, at least, - it ripped you apart, this ugly thing.
The black female shook her head. It was true that they ripped her apart, but that was how the demlings of their kind were born. They literally clawed their way out, leaving her with a giant hole of bloody mess instead of her elegant belly. Usually, it mattered little, since all demons possess a supernatural ability to heal fast, really fast; deep wounds close in a minute or two, damage as in her case would take a couple of hours to deal with, and yet… her case was bad. Very bad.
She had been wounded by a blessed arrow. Wounds, made by blessed weapons, limited the healing abilities for some time. It was rarely deadly, and no one would die from a small cut. But, then again, she had a hole, not a cut.
And the blood loss was too much to handle.
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When demons die, they turn into dust. Different kind of dust. Enkedinhekium, angelic demons, the kind she belonged to, had unusual glowing dust of golden/yellow colour. It was also one of reasons they were called “angelic”.
The dragoness felt her strength disappearing, which meant only one thing. She had very bit time here.-Feel them! – she pressed the bloodied paw to the beak of Aterrimawenn. – Feel through me. They are NOT a hydra!
-Fused? – the dark deity seemed a bit intrigued. – But it’s even worse. They are disabled. They will die on their own, end up as someone’s snack before they learn how to walk. Let’s better use their pitiful lives to save you. You’ve heard of these “forbidden” rituals I presume?
Of course she had. Transfer the life energy to heal even soon-dead-to-be. The wounded would be as good as new, but the one the energy was transferred from… depending on the damage, either had their lifespan shortened greatly or die.
Her demlings’ life energy would be enough to restore her completely. At cost of their lives.
-No, I refuse, - the dark female announced, pressing her spawns close. – Take care of them instead.
-Why would I? -Imagine raising them into great demons, whose powers and skills would rival these of a high rank. It would be beneficial to you.
-Interesting, interesting, - the giant sang. – Would you give me the remains of your life energy to help them then? A deal… oooh, I love deals. I love challenges.-Then you have it!"
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Great Beast Hecatoncheir - Bayonetta Bloody Fate OST www.youtube.com/watch?v=j2WIeM…
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That's Mom of Double Trouble. Their real Mom. Dead, yes. I make myself sad.
Was their Dad's fate better?
//goes off to the dark corner
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All are mine