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Including one poor draconic mama, and her unborn, a perfect vessel for evil...", "description_bbcode_parsed": "CW - Blood, Birth, Death

The darker side of Kingsland can be seen in its prisoners, and the pain wrought upon them in the name of the King. Including one poor draconic mama, and her unborn, a perfect vessel for evil...", "writing": "Throughout the glorious miles and miles of Kingsland, one can expect to find thriving societies and beautiful wilderness everywhere they look.\n\nHowever, within the capitol, the highest floor of the King's castle held dark secrets that betrayed the clear skies it refused to see.\n\nDoctor Faust, he stood in the middle of a spacious room with one window to the outside, shut by a wooden panel. The ashen bricks absorbed the light of red candles strewn all about, illuminating the sigils diligently carved across the stone floor. It was a magnificent work of art, prepared by Doctor Faust over the course of long days of toil. \n\n\"Finally, my King. It will be ready soon.\"\n\nStanding behind him was the silhouette of a Tyrant, with his wings spread wide. It was hard to define such a creature as more than a symbol, a concept that gave meaning to the word malice.\n\n\"Very good. Now, all we need is our worthy vessel.\"\n\nThe red candle's burns intensified, filling the room with light worthy to hide the faint sight and scent of blood.\n\n\"Yes... Our worthy vessel... To become our second coming of Giratina...!\"\n\nThe devilish doctor's cackles echoed throughout the top of the castle, as the one door of the skyward dungeon's apex opened.\n\nA Dragonite was in the doorway, beaten and bruised, and wrapped in chains that left her heavy body helpless. Despite being heavy with not just herself, but with child, she was escorted into the room with a kick that sent even the large motherly body tumbling across the scraping rock floor.\n\nShe rolled to her side and groaned as the pain took hold of her damaged scales and skin. She was only briefly able to look up pleadingly at her two captors before her enormous abdomen jolted, leaving her too preoccupied with labored breaths and yelps to open her eyes. \"Wh-What are you gonna do to me!? Wh-Why!?\"\n\nThe Doctor, a maniacal Meowscarada with magichemical scars all across his mask that only served to enhance his particular smile, squatted down to sadistically press a finger into the poor mother's snout. \"Don't worry... Free, was it? We're going to help you...\"\n\n\"To become something far greater than yourself.\"\n\n...\n\nWithin the central capitol of Kingsland, most of the population flourished. With the promise of adventure and conquest deeply engrained in guilds all around, people flocked to the lands from afar to bolster the civilization. From the needs of heroes branched the suppliers of food for big guild feasts, metal for weapons and tools, builders to give heroes private homes, and all sorts of livings between that kept all busy.\n\nAt the center, where every branch intertwines and intersects, is one sole core of the grand design. The King whom rules over his Kingsland. Nobody knows what he truly is, only that he exists to continue furthering his designs forevermore.\n\nAt the center of said King, the source of his power was a shard of the god of the distortion, Giratina. His blessing enabled the lands to be enchanted with mystery and danger at every turn, to keep himself in power, and his subjects fighting on to no end.\n\nAnd from the top of his castle, he'd toast a glass of wine from the open window of the skyward dungeon, where the worst enemies of his Kingsland were kept to rot and suffer. Yes, it was the perfect life, for someone such as he.\n\nThe only thing that would make it better was if he could rule alongside his god... Then he would truly be all-powerful.\n\n... Eureka.\n\nIt did not take long for such a man to find someone sharing his ambitions, and the will to gladly do whatever it takes to reach that bloody peak.\n\nAnd it did not take long to find the perfect mark to direct their ambitions towards. For the noble House of Luna's secret investigative forces, finding the disenfranchised and outcast of the always-moving adventurer's society wasn't difficult. It's always the ones who steal who need what they steal the most. And how is a lost mother, abandoned by the man she relied on, to provide for her and her unborn?\n\nIt was more than simple a task, retrieving trash from the alleys, left there by an adventurer who did not find enough reason to stay with his mate and child.\n\nFree. Being named with all the hope and love that could be attributed to a Dratini's beady eyes, she was able to live up to it quite well throughout her life. As Kingsland went through changes, so did she, becoming a respectable fighter in her guild for a time. Dragonites lended themselves well to taking sorts of punishment that other species could not, and Free was perfect in that role.\n\nYet, a party cannot expect an expecting frontline tank to perform very well at all. Nor could Free, not willing to put her baby in harm's way, even if it meant losing her main line of work.\n\nFree had so much love for her partner, enough to accept what little love he could spare. Unfortunately for her, it wasn't enough, and her naïvety was rewarded with none willing to aid her.\n\nIt all led down a plummeting spiral, and at the bottom of the whirlpool was the damp dungeon she didn't deserve to be writhing within.\n\nYet, there she was, crying softly as the chains were hooked up to shackles embedded in the floor. They weren't quite needed to hold her down, for the overwhelming aches of her distressed womb were enough to keep her splayed in the middle of the room. Nonetheless, they still made sure that her paws were clamped in iron, connected and unable to escape.\n\nIt was all wrong. She was supposed to be in a hospital, on a bed instead of cuffed to the floor, the bruises and blood across her body covered by bandages with disinfecting whiskey splashed upon them instead of untreated and exposed to the air. With a doctor that didn't wield a knife with a grin, watching the red flame light reflect from the polished surface and onto Free's immense swell.\n\nDoctor Faust did not meet her panicked gaze, and his ears did not twitch to her begging. \"P-Please! I need to have my baby! D-Do whatever you want with me after, just let me give b-\"\n\nHer throat swiftly strained itself on agonizing wails as the blade pressed down, tip slicing through scales and sinking across the top layer of her skin. He dragged his knife against the one barrier left keeping the little wyrm within safe, or just one of the layers of it, for now...\n\nHis sharp blade was precise, guided by a surgeon who knows how to hurt and to not hurt. The cuts weren't visible until seconds after they were formed, and they skillfully carved the runic patterns required without penetrating through and into the womb. To stay so focused under the deafening shrieks of Free, and her struggling under her shackles to no avail, was impressive. Perhaps the scars upon Doctor Faust's face were formed of patients who fought back?\n\nPerhaps recalling their miseries only brought him greater focus, knowing he was close to adding a new memory to the library, worth revisiting over and over...\n\nBlood gushed from her abdomen's wounds when a contraction seized her, the tightening of her delicately-carved flesh and increase of bloodflow forcing her severed veins to spurt. It was no use; her body couldn't help it, especially under such torturous stress. It was a miracle she could form words. \"HEEEEEEEEEEEELP! HE'S KILLING UUUUUUUSSSSSSSSS!!!\"\n\nThe red splashed upon the doctor's face, but he was unfazed, beyond the act of taking his free paw to wipe his face and lick the sharp iron. \"Our spectator would rather not be acknowledged too heavily. He is only a witness in this endeavor... His Majesty was so kind to trust my every judgment in this procedure~\"\n\nFree's bloodshot eyes quivered upon hearing that title. It couldn't be so. She'd lived for years under the rule of an unknown King, and devoted that life to fighting in his name. Yet, the center of this kingdom was a man who'd silently stand and watch a mad cat bloody a mother while she labors in chains, after having given the command for such a horrible fate.\n\nIt was a realization that made her teeth grit even tighter, knowing that her home was tainted so thoroughly. \"NO! DAMN YOU! DAMN ALL OF YOU TO THE HELLS! HOW COULD YOU BASTARDS DO THIS TO YOUR PEOPLE!?\" The despaired smells of the high dungeon outside brought the noses of all involved to numbness.\n\nThe Doctor laughed to himself, finding it rich that his captive ever thought insulting her keepers was a good idea. \"Fool! This is not something I do, only for the pleasure of the pain.\" He found it necessary to add in that 'only.' His knife made one last stroke to finish the artful symbols. \n\n\"It won't be long, my King. Now, we must join in prayer...\" Doctor Faust stepped back and away, tossing his scalpel to the side and clasping his paws together. It was such an honor to see His Majesty do the same beside him...\n\nFree continued to writhe as much as her shackles allowed her. Her body screamed with pain, but she whimpered, lungs too tired to wail as labor strangled her womb and splashed more blood yet from her carvings. At one point she tried to bear down and push, but the recoil from her nerves wrenched her ability to even breathe properly. She couldn't give birth like this, with the majority of her skin sliced in complex patterns, in the shape of the dark god of distortion... As the egg inside pressed against her cervix, she wheezed and tried to tell it... Something. Something reassuring. But speaking was too difficult under the pain, too!\n\nYet, as the chant began, Free realized that the pain she felt then was only a sampled taste for what came next.\n\n\"That we will bring you an offering...\"\n\nThe egg in her womb began to feel strangely heavier than before. Looking down, the sigil upon her flashed with light, resonating with the faithful chants of the King and Doctor.\n\n\"That you will come upon us, your vessel lies as a beacon...\"\n\nAfter the glow went cold, Free's agony grew, as did the swell of her abdomen. Cracking could be heard, as the womb was forced to stretch, the content within becoming heavier and expanding against the inner walls, too small to contain whatever was inside.\n\n\"KYYYYAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!\"\n\nFree couldn't choose between gasping for air, or crying out and exhausting all her air. Her womb drove itself into a frenzy, trying to tighten and contract against the expanding mass, but it only left her even worse off. It was only slowed down by her miseried pushes, hurting her and not helping her child one bit.\n\n\"That this egg will be replaced of its wyrm, by you, the true wyrm...\"\n\nFree could hear the chants, through the deafening screams she emitted. Though she didn't register what the words meant at first, it was becoming ever more clear.\n\n\"M-My... Baby...!?\"\n\nThe egg was hatched inside of her, the contents of the egg grown far past what any Dratini could ever become.\n\nWhatever was inside of Free... The ritual made it so that it was not her child, any longer. Her baby was turned into a god, leaving no trace of the vessel that transformed into it.\n\n\"N-... NO! NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!\"\n\nAs she kicked the chains and blew her voice out... Her flesh was at its very limit, stretched to such an extent that it couldn't go any further. The pink of her womb was exposed between the gaps of scales, then turned white with strain and red with trickling blood, the size of the creature within too great to come out the natural way. She physically couldn't push...\n\nIt was over. At any moment, Free would just split open, her insides coming out by force, as she's ripped apart.\n\nAs her consciousness slowly faded, her eyes blotted over with darkness. Free was now the mother of Giratina, and her reward for such an honor was the pain of bleeding from her abdomen. Her motherhood was ruined.\n\nEven if Free did live, what was the point? Her baby was replaced with a god she held no attachment to. She was looking forwards to watching a cute Dratini grow up in her arms. She didn't know what he could have been. An adventurer, blacksmith, something!\n\nNot... Nothing.\n\nFree closed her eyes, and braced herself to die, as the stretching grew worse...\n\n...\n\n....\n\n.....\n\n\"DON'T GIVE UP!\"\n\nRinging whistles silenced the chanting Doctor before he could realize what had occurred.\n\nHe opened his mouth, and blood coughed out instinctively. His paws grasped at his chest, feeling the knife sunken deep through his torso.\n\nFree's belly was strained at its limit, but grew no further, for the ritual was interrupted.\n\nThe door of the window hung open, the silhouette of the assailant's moonlit shadow skulking silently. Despite his features being difficult to make out otherwise, his red eyes gleamed brighter than any flame in the room or sky could manifest in that moment. \"Y-YOU... GHAAACKH!!!\"\n\nThe Tyrant turned his head, meeting the unflinching crimson gaze without emotion beyond annoyance. \"Who goes there?\"\n\nWithout skipping a beat, steel glimmered in their paws. \"I am your mistake.\"\n\n\"Kin!?\" Even the Tyrant could recognize one of his kingdom's greatest adventurers. But that naïve boy was to just play in the sand while the Tyrant moved forwards with his plans! What could have allowed a mere peasant to know or access any of this? \n\nConnections to the House of Luna...?\n\nTwo more knives zipped and spun through the air, one landing within the belly of Doctor Faust, the other caught betwixt the Tyrant's two fingers before it could land upon his face. At the same time, the figure leapt from the window, the red lights of the room flashing a refreshing cerulean as his twinblades hummed.\n\nTheir movements alone conjured blue flames of friction, as the assailant landed on the shocked Doctor and stomped his writhing shrieking body into the floor. The mystery didn't relish in the act; there was no time! He turned to the straining mother, taken out of her unbearable burden by the sight of the walking beacon of warmth. \"FREE, YOU'RE GOING TO LIVE! DO YOU BELIEVE ME?\"\n\nThe Tyrant was still, a slight smirk forming, as Free tried to cough words out of her overused throat. \"It's too late. Her womb's treasure has already been transformed into my god...\"\n\nHowever, he could not finish, with the Red Chain cast in his direction. In a split-second, he was instead the one squatting in the windowsill, with Kin being the one standing over and commanding the divine birthing ritual. The Meowscarada puffed orange embers, and answered the fleeing King; \"Just watch.\"\n\nRed candles shifted to blue with the mere wave of his catalyst paws, crackling as the room shifted hues. Free's runes began to shine, cold rather than hot, as her strained stretching shrunk down. Her open wounds grew closer to meeting each other than they were before, useless contractions no longer ejecting her lifeblood constantly. Only occasionally, now. She \n\nThe Tyrant was unable to interfere, knowing full well that this Kin held the one advantage that any could have over one of his power. That blasted, glistening red relic on the floor was supposed to be taken by his nobles. Not in the hands of some zealous adventurer!\n\nThe Doctor couldn't move, as the two knives had been where Kin's feet landed on after his leap across the room, forcefully battering the handles further in. The wounds were grisly, as Doctor Faust could for once feel the pain he'd subjected his patients to before. His torso was slashed through, feeling the nerves in multiple organs flare horribly. \n\nHe'd done horrible things to each and every organ in the past, and now that they were his own, he knew exactly what was wrong and where. Yet, the pain was enough to make him scream as if he were nothing but an unlearned animal. They, the screams, were drowned out by the blood in his destroyed neck. If he died five seconds after, he wouldn't be dead fast enough The knives thrown at him weren't sharp at all, having ripped his nerves up instead.\n\nHe was left to his fate, watching his work be undone by Kin's fervent prayers. To \"save this child,\" to \"reverse this curse.\" No! It was not fair! The Doctor had given his whole life to the pursuit of these grand arts, and trained his craft on the finest patients for years! This was to be his magnum opus, and before his fading vision, Giratina was simply... Shrinking! Being replaced with that insignificant little serpent, no better than sacrificial meat!\n\nPerhaps it was the denial of his dreams that finally took him under, to the cold nightmares of Hell he always knew he'd fall to.\n\n\"You may have stopped the ritual, but there is no hope for the mother and child. Look at her.\" The Tyrant was annoyed, more than anything, that such work was undone right before him. Just a minute more, and it would have been enough. Giratina would have taken him in their wing and gave him endless power!\n\nThis so-called 'hero' needed to pay the price for his meddling. Somehow, someway... Yes, the Tyrant knew exactly what to say.\n\n\"The child could be recovered, if that's truly all you care about. Taking something good away from this miserable mission. You'll look down at the Dratini, and wonder how he will cope with having been the death of his own mother-\"\n\nKin leapt over the room again, an infernal plume sweeping alongside his swords as the crossed slashes swept across the window. The Tyrant jumped away to the outside night sky, hovering along with his wings catching the air.\n\nKin was nothing but defiant, and it served to send the King further on the backfoot. \"I said; just watch! Our fight will come before long, but for now... I have two lives to save. So watch or leave!\"\n\nHow could he speak with such brash certainty? The naïvety was insulting, to any who understood how the world works.\n\nKin was blessed with the power of Reshiram. Such meant that his duties were to fight for truth. Though his declarations were wild, he meant every word with all his heart. His eyes made it all clear.\n\nCould it be... \n\nHe truly is capable of banishing the darkness?\n\n\"First, we need to stop the bleeding! Gauze and stitches won't work here, so there's only one thing I can do. I'm sorry for this!\"\n\nKin struck his fists together like stones, creating sparks that quickly burst into blue flames! Sparing not another drop of Free's blood, he plunged his burning paws down, searing her skin and making her destroyed voice quiver.\n\nThough he made sure not to linger the burns too long on any one place, and Dragon-types were able to take the heat, in Free's condition it was still brutal. She felt as if this was the breaking point... That it ends there. Her eyes could finally glaze over, and she'd give into the overwhelming urge to shut them. Kin could save her baby, after all-\n\n\"KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN, FREE!!!\" His voice boomed with a commanding echo that broke through the thick haze in an instant, alerting even her light head.\n\n\"k-kin...\" \n\n\"You're still here. Great! I still need you to do one more thing for me.\"\n\nThe egg hatched already. Despite that, Kin was sure that it was still more than possible to deliver naturally. He waved his paws of the fires, to spread open her motherly exit and peer through the birth canal. Kin's sharp eyes could see the spawn made his way to the cervix himself.\n\nIt was the one sign he needed, to ensure that all these efforts wouldn't be for nothing. Mother, son, and savior all needed to fight together.\n\nKin returned to his place by Free's side, gently hovering his arms over the top half of her swell, not touching down on the sensitive sear just yet.\n\nThe dazed and fading Free snapped back to attention on his next order. \"Get ready to push!\"\n\nHe was waiting for her. She needed to give her own power into this birth, or it wouldn't work, even if Kin shoved down on her womb with all his might. Her weakened and strained muscles still had something to give, so she knew she had to give it all.\n\nSo her son wouldn't be born an orphan...!\n\nAs she felt the desperate squeeze in her midsection, her claw weakly tapped the ground. \"go...\"\n\nAt the same time, Free grit her teeth and bore down with all her strength, clenching up as Kin's arms leveraged even more pressure inside the waters of her womb. Slowly, she felt the pain in her canal, one of the only places that was safe from pain previously. \n\nThere was no time for her wide eyes to blur. The next contraction seized her, and she braced everything to push more. The serpentine body of her child spread every inch of her womanhood equally. Despite the corruption being reversed, he still turned out so big...\n\n\"FREE!\"\n\n\"need... rest...\"\n\n\"HANG IN THERE! I can see your son!\"\n\nShe didn't even realize that she was already beginning to crown. Having her attention directed to it, Free felt a wave of reinvigorated spirit wash over her. Just a little further, and Kin would be able to handle the rest.\n\nHer legs spread wider, as all she could yet muster was channeled into one last push. Every muscle in her body shook. She curled and strained, as Kin pressed down. \n\n\"hhhhnnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!!!\" Without a voice left to leverage, her brave yells sounded like her dying gasps.\n\nKin's eyes lit up, for he saw the Dratini's head, finally revealed to the light. He grabbed hold, and slowly pulled, the serpentine body sliding all the way through to the outside with his aid!\n\nFree shakily raised her arms, as Kin gave her the one opportunity to see the fruit of all her efforts staring back at her. The Dratini was adorable, and seemed happy, the sounds from its mouth almost thankful. \n\n\"k-kin...\"\n\nTo think that such an innocent little snake was almost meaningless fuel for a sacrifice to Giratina...\n\nFree shut her eyes, holding her baby, content with what she was able to save with Kin's help... \n\nLeaving said hero needing to take action, before she could go under!\n\nKin hoisted up Free's body against his back, dragging the larger Dragonite along and kicking the door to the dungeon down. \"YOU'VE LISTENED IN LONG ENOUGH, BASTARDS! IT'S TIME TO HELP, OR YOU'RE JOINING HIM!\"\n\nThe limp pool of blood with the Doctor's body, and the absence of the King left the royal guards to panic. Like it or not, this adventurer had the power to commandeer the royal castle of Kingsland, and angering him further was out of the question.\n\nHelping to carry a body with little life left to give, they wondered if this would amount to anything. The hero tries his best, but he can't save everyone, right?\n\n...\n\n....\n\n.....\n\nIt was one week later, in the Hospital of Victini, located not far from the royal castle.\n\nIn a room with a huge bed, a motherly Dragonite was sat up and draped in white blankets, as a baby Dratini wrapped himself around her arms more than she could wrap him in her arms. \n\nFree looked like she had seen better days. Under the sheets, her abdomen was deeply scarred with the face of Giratina, thick lines stitched together and burned in, a tattoo that would never be easy to look at for the rest of her days. Intimidating to the core.\n\nYet, she was alive, and on the road to recovery.\n\nThe door to the room was swung open, as one Meowscarada teetered in with a gigantic platter of fried fish filets draped over crusted grain clusters. His body had a decent amount of singed gauze firm around him, as if he were hurt in a fight or multiple, but walked with enough energy to call himself good as new.\n\n\"Here! I brought you a big big plate of Dondozo Sushi, sourced by myself!\"\n\nBy then, the Tyrant King was no more. \n\nWhat else was there to say? Kin had a final confrontation with Giratina's blessed follower in the Distortion World. With the assistance of one Red Chain and a hard-fought victory, the insanity of the Tyrant's regime crumbled.\n\n\"Kin, I'm glad to see you safe... You really defeated the King?\"\n\nHer voice was softened and weak, the horrid roars forced from her leaving its mark on her vocal cords.\n\nThe platter was placed by her feet, Kin bringing the cuts of sushi up to her mouth so she didn't have to reach to eat.\n\nHe was happy, too, clear on his face that he was waiting to see Free again. When she mentioned his feat a week prior, though, his red eyes gleamed with determination as if it wasn't over.\n\n\"He will be but a footnote in the history of Kingsland. Without a name or a face to inspire anyone to dare imitate his ambitions. If anyone ever does... They too will fall.\"\n\nSome people would have been scared, but Free knew that was just the adventurer in Kin talking. He saved and protected her, from the worst of the worst. She gulped, recalling the darker side of that memory.\n\n\"It's hard to think that someone so evil was behind all the happenings in the kingdom. It was... Scary... Thinking about what they've done to others like me. Taken away without a reason, to be used like a slave...\"\n\nKin turned to the window, looking out to the rest of the capitol. \"Rulers like that have one thing that we don't. Fear.\"\n\nFree sighed, clutching her son a little tighter. Yes, fear... The one thing that makes rulers powerful, the ability to make lives flash and bodies flinch with the wave of a hand.\n\nKin just pressed more sushi against her lips. \"No, you don't understand. Fear is how they fall. They may employ it to conquer their people, but that's what makes them weak. It corrodes their minds and bodies with dominance. They aren't ready to meet someone who isn't afraid of them!\"\n\nKin let her bite down on the fish, before he twirled one of his twinblades, polished clean of the dark ichor that stained it in that fateful battle. \"All that power rots, when there's no experience and competition behind it. The fearless fight every day, while the fearsome fear the day they meet their equal!\"\n\nFree was lifted from her nervousness and was instead starstruck, putting into perspective just how much her hero's been through and experienced. The results spoke for themselves.\n\nBut, looking forwards now, Free was uncertain. \"Kin... After this, when I get better, I don't know where I'll go... More adventuring with a guild...?\"\n\n\"You're a mother, now. Are you sure that's wise?\" Kin knew well that there was little else she knew. He didn't know much else either, as being a hero was all he knew.\n\nEventually, one idea came to him, when he swallowed his next bite.\n\n\"I don't want to take advantage of you. Having saved you, I don't want to just be your next captor. But if you'd let me... I'm leaving Kingsland soon. There are a few others I've accepted as wives, they also know. I'm going home to my tribe, the Maskerade.\"\n\nFree didn't need to know any more. \"Yes! I want to come! Even if you have multiple wives... Whether or not I can be one of them, I'll follow you still! Contribute everything I can to your tribe... I will!\"\n\nAnd for Kin, he didn't need to know any more, either. Shaking his head with a smile, he wiped the beady tears that were forming on Free's face. \"You're not a follower... You're a friend. Consider yourself Free of the Maskerade, starting now! I'll set out in the coming days, but you should rest for longer. Only set out when you're fully prepared and recovered! The cart ride is likely gonna be a whole week on the road, and a rocky one at that.\"\n\n... Free piped up, on another topic.\n\n\"Oh, right! I haven't... Named my son yet... I wanted your help again.\"\n\n\"Key.\" \n\nKin didn't need more than two seconds of thought. It felt too fitting. \"He is... The Key to Freedom.\"\n\nFree looked down at the confused Dratini in her arms. He didn't actually know what was going on, but jumped into Kin's arms after he shrugged. \"Ah... Guess that settles it?\"\n\nKey slithered up to rub his face against Kin's, almost certain he was the boy's father. He was the first person Key ever saw, after all! And Kin was happy to return the favor.\n\n\"I love it. Key... He'll look up to you, someday. I'm sure of it!\" The mother and hero exchanged glances, and this time it was her paws reaching to wipe his eyes of tears.\n\nKin had never been told something like this before. Holding Key in his arms, he pondered over what he was feeling... Like a father?\n\nHe saved Free, delivered her child, visited her in the hospital, named her child, and was now holding and nuzzling with him... Wasn't he already more of a father than Free's mate ever was?\n\nUnprepared for such a realization, the brave hero whined. \"I'm so glad to be here... Free... Key... Thank you both...!\"\n\nAs expected by their processings, soon enough they would turn out a couple, Free one of the many beautiful lives Kin's touched and been touched by. She'd take her place alongside many other beloved wives, joining Kin's tribe soon after he had returned home himself.\n\nTo a brighter future...", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Throughout the glorious miles and miles of Kingsland, one can expect to find thriving societies and beautiful wilderness everywhere they look.

However, within the capitol, the highest floor of the King's castle held dark secrets that betrayed the clear skies it refused to see.

Doctor Faust, he stood in the middle of a spacious room with one window to the outside, shut by a wooden panel. The ashen bricks absorbed the light of red candles strewn all about, illuminating the sigils diligently carved across the stone floor. It was a magnificent work of art, prepared by Doctor Faust over the course of long days of toil.

"Finally, my King. It will be ready soon."

Standing behind him was the silhouette of a Tyrant, with his wings spread wide. It was hard to define such a creature as more than a symbol, a concept that gave meaning to the word malice.

"Very good. Now, all we need is our worthy vessel."

The red candle's burns intensified, filling the room with light worthy to hide the faint sight and scent of blood.

"Yes... Our worthy vessel... To become our second coming of Giratina...!"

The devilish doctor's cackles echoed throughout the top of the castle, as the one door of the skyward dungeon's apex opened.

A Dragonite was in the doorway, beaten and bruised, and wrapped in chains that left her heavy body helpless. Despite being heavy with not just herself, but with child, she was escorted into the room with a kick that sent even the large motherly body tumbling across the scraping rock floor.

She rolled to her side and groaned as the pain took hold of her damaged scales and skin. She was only briefly able to look up pleadingly at her two captors before her enormous abdomen jolted, leaving her too preoccupied with labored breaths and yelps to open her eyes. "Wh-What are you gonna do to me!? Wh-Why!?"

The Doctor, a maniacal Meowscarada with magichemical scars all across his mask that only served to enhance his particular smile, squatted down to sadistically press a finger into the poor mother's snout. "Don't worry... Free, was it? We're going to help you..."

"To become something far greater than yourself."

...

Within the central capitol of Kingsland, most of the population flourished. With the promise of adventure and conquest deeply engrained in guilds all around, people flocked to the lands from afar to bolster the civilization. From the needs of heroes branched the suppliers of food for big guild feasts, metal for weapons and tools, builders to give heroes private homes, and all sorts of livings between that kept all busy.

At the center, where every branch intertwines and intersects, is one sole core of the grand design. The King whom rules over his Kingsland. Nobody knows what he truly is, only that he exists to continue furthering his designs forevermore.

At the center of said King, the source of his power was a shard of the god of the distortion, Giratina. His blessing enabled the lands to be enchanted with mystery and danger at every turn, to keep himself in power, and his subjects fighting on to no end.

And from the top of his castle, he'd toast a glass of wine from the open window of the skyward dungeon, where the worst enemies of his Kingsland were kept to rot and suffer. Yes, it was the perfect life, for someone such as he.

The only thing that would make it better was if he could rule alongside his god... Then he would truly be all-powerful.

... Eureka.

It did not take long for such a man to find someone sharing his ambitions, and the will to gladly do whatever it takes to reach that bloody peak.

And it did not take long to find the perfect mark to direct their ambitions towards. For the noble House of Luna's secret investigative forces, finding the disenfranchised and outcast of the always-moving adventurer's society wasn't difficult. It's always the ones who steal who need what they steal the most. And how is a lost mother, abandoned by the man she relied on, to provide for her and her unborn?

It was more than simple a task, retrieving trash from the alleys, left there by an adventurer who did not find enough reason to stay with his mate and child.

Free. Being named with all the hope and love that could be attributed to a Dratini's beady eyes, she was able to live up to it quite well throughout her life. As Kingsland went through changes, so did she, becoming a respectable fighter in her guild for a time. Dragonites lended themselves well to taking sorts of punishment that other species could not, and Free was perfect in that role.

Yet, a party cannot expect an expecting frontline tank to perform very well at all. Nor could Free, not willing to put her baby in harm's way, even if it meant losing her main line of work.

Free had so much love for her partner, enough to accept what little love he could spare. Unfortunately for her, it wasn't enough, and her naïvety was rewarded with none willing to aid her.

It all led down a plummeting spiral, and at the bottom of the whirlpool was the damp dungeon she didn't deserve to be writhing within.

Yet, there she was, crying softly as the chains were hooked up to shackles embedded in the floor. They weren't quite needed to hold her down, for the overwhelming aches of her distressed womb were enough to keep her splayed in the middle of the room. Nonetheless, they still made sure that her paws were clamped in iron, connected and unable to escape.

It was all wrong. She was supposed to be in a hospital, on a bed instead of cuffed to the floor, the bruises and blood across her body covered by bandages with disinfecting whiskey splashed upon them instead of untreated and exposed to the air. With a doctor that didn't wield a knife with a grin, watching the red flame light reflect from the polished surface and onto Free's immense swell.

Doctor Faust did not meet her panicked gaze, and his ears did not twitch to her begging. "P-Please! I need to have my baby! D-Do whatever you want with me after, just let me give b-"

Her throat swiftly strained itself on agonizing wails as the blade pressed down, tip slicing through scales and sinking across the top layer of her skin. He dragged his knife against the one barrier left keeping the little wyrm within safe, or just one of the layers of it, for now...

His sharp blade was precise, guided by a surgeon who knows how to hurt and to not hurt. The cuts weren't visible until seconds after they were formed, and they skillfully carved the runic patterns required without penetrating through and into the womb. To stay so focused under the deafening shrieks of Free, and her struggling under her shackles to no avail, was impressive. Perhaps the scars upon Doctor Faust's face were formed of patients who fought back?

Perhaps recalling their miseries only brought him greater focus, knowing he was close to adding a new memory to the library, worth revisiting over and over...

Blood gushed from her abdomen's wounds when a contraction seized her, the tightening of her delicately-carved flesh and increase of bloodflow forcing her severed veins to spurt. It was no use; her body couldn't help it, especially under such torturous stress. It was a miracle she could form words. "HEEEEEEEEEEEELP! HE'S KILLING UUUUUUUSSSSSSSSS!!!"

The red splashed upon the doctor's face, but he was unfazed, beyond the act of taking his free paw to wipe his face and lick the sharp iron. "Our spectator would rather not be acknowledged too heavily. He is only a witness in this endeavor... His Majesty was so kind to trust my every judgment in this procedure~"

Free's bloodshot eyes quivered upon hearing that title. It couldn't be so. She'd lived for years under the rule of an unknown King, and devoted that life to fighting in his name. Yet, the center of this kingdom was a man who'd silently stand and watch a mad cat bloody a mother while she labors in chains, after having given the command for such a horrible fate.

It was a realization that made her teeth grit even tighter, knowing that her home was tainted so thoroughly. "NO! DAMN YOU! DAMN ALL OF YOU TO THE HELLS! HOW COULD YOU BASTARDS DO THIS TO YOUR PEOPLE!?" The despaired smells of the high dungeon outside brought the noses of all involved to numbness.

The Doctor laughed to himself, finding it rich that his captive ever thought insulting her keepers was a good idea. "Fool! This is not something I do, only for the pleasure of the pain." He found it necessary to add in that 'only.' His knife made one last stroke to finish the artful symbols.

"It won't be long, my King. Now, we must join in prayer..." Doctor Faust stepped back and away, tossing his scalpel to the side and clasping his paws together. It was such an honor to see His Majesty do the same beside him...

Free continued to writhe as much as her shackles allowed her. Her body screamed with pain, but she whimpered, lungs too tired to wail as labor strangled her womb and splashed more blood yet from her carvings. At one point she tried to bear down and push, but the recoil from her nerves wrenched her ability to even breathe properly. She couldn't give birth like this, with the majority of her skin sliced in complex patterns, in the shape of the dark god of distortion... As the egg inside pressed against her cervix, she wheezed and tried to tell it... Something. Something reassuring. But speaking was too difficult under the pain, too!

Yet, as the chant began, Free realized that the pain she felt then was only a sampled taste for what came next.

"That we will bring you an offering..."

The egg in her womb began to feel strangely heavier than before. Looking down, the sigil upon her flashed with light, resonating with the faithful chants of the King and Doctor.

"That you will come upon us, your vessel lies as a beacon..."

After the glow went cold, Free's agony grew, as did the swell of her abdomen. Cracking could be heard, as the womb was forced to stretch, the content within becoming heavier and expanding against the inner walls, too small to contain whatever was inside.

"KYYYYAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Free couldn't choose between gasping for air, or crying out and exhausting all her air. Her womb drove itself into a frenzy, trying to tighten and contract against the expanding mass, but it only left her even worse off. It was only slowed down by her miseried pushes, hurting her and not helping her child one bit.

"That this egg will be replaced of its wyrm, by you, the true wyrm..."

Free could hear the chants, through the deafening screams she emitted. Though she didn't register what the words meant at first, it was becoming ever more clear.

"M-My... Baby...!?"

The egg was hatched inside of her, the contents of the egg grown far past what any Dratini could ever become.

Whatever was inside of Free... The ritual made it so that it was not her child, any longer. Her baby was turned into a god, leaving no trace of the vessel that transformed into it.

"N-... NO! NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

As she kicked the chains and blew her voice out... Her flesh was at its very limit, stretched to such an extent that it couldn't go any further. The pink of her womb was exposed between the gaps of scales, then turned white with strain and red with trickling blood, the size of the creature within too great to come out the natural way. She physically couldn't push...

It was over. At any moment, Free would just split open, her insides coming out by force, as she's ripped apart.

As her consciousness slowly faded, her eyes blotted over with darkness. Free was now the mother of Giratina, and her reward for such an honor was the pain of bleeding from her abdomen. Her motherhood was ruined.

Even if Free did live, what was the point? Her baby was replaced with a god she held no attachment to. She was looking forwards to watching a cute Dratini grow up in her arms. She didn't know what he could have been. An adventurer, blacksmith, something!

Not... Nothing.

Free closed her eyes, and braced herself to die, as the stretching grew worse...

...

....

.....

"DON'T GIVE UP!"

Ringing whistles silenced the chanting Doctor before he could realize what had occurred.

He opened his mouth, and blood coughed out instinctively. His paws grasped at his chest, feeling the knife sunken deep through his torso.

Free's belly was strained at its limit, but grew no further, for the ritual was interrupted.

The door of the window hung open, the silhouette of the assailant's moonlit shadow skulking silently. Despite his features being difficult to make out otherwise, his red eyes gleamed brighter than any flame in the room or sky could manifest in that moment. "Y-YOU... GHAAACKH!!!"

The Tyrant turned his head, meeting the unflinching crimson gaze without emotion beyond annoyance. "Who goes there?"

Without skipping a beat, steel glimmered in their paws. "I am your mistake."

"Kin!?" Even the Tyrant could recognize one of his kingdom's greatest adventurers. But that naïve boy was to just play in the sand while the Tyrant moved forwards with his plans! What could have allowed a mere peasant to know or access any of this?

Connections to the House of Luna...?

Two more knives zipped and spun through the air, one landing within the belly of Doctor Faust, the other caught betwixt the Tyrant's two fingers before it could land upon his face. At the same time, the figure leapt from the window, the red lights of the room flashing a refreshing cerulean as his twinblades hummed.

Their movements alone conjured blue flames of friction, as the assailant landed on the shocked Doctor and stomped his writhing shrieking body into the floor. The mystery didn't relish in the act; there was no time! He turned to the straining mother, taken out of her unbearable burden by the sight of the walking beacon of warmth. "FREE, YOU'RE GOING TO LIVE! DO YOU BELIEVE ME?"

The Tyrant was still, a slight smirk forming, as Free tried to cough words out of her overused throat. "It's too late. Her womb's treasure has already been transformed into my god..."

However, he could not finish, with the Red Chain cast in his direction. In a split-second, he was instead the one squatting in the windowsill, with Kin being the one standing over and commanding the divine birthing ritual. The Meowscarada puffed orange embers, and answered the fleeing King; "Just watch."

Red candles shifted to blue with the mere wave of his catalyst paws, crackling as the room shifted hues. Free's runes began to shine, cold rather than hot, as her strained stretching shrunk down. Her open wounds grew closer to meeting each other than they were before, useless contractions no longer ejecting her lifeblood constantly. Only occasionally, now. She

The Tyrant was unable to interfere, knowing full well that this Kin held the one advantage that any could have over one of his power. That blasted, glistening red relic on the floor was supposed to be taken by his nobles. Not in the hands of some zealous adventurer!

The Doctor couldn't move, as the two knives had been where Kin's feet landed on after his leap across the room, forcefully battering the handles further in. The wounds were grisly, as Doctor Faust could for once feel the pain he'd subjected his patients to before. His torso was slashed through, feeling the nerves in multiple organs flare horribly.

He'd done horrible things to each and every organ in the past, and now that they were his own, he knew exactly what was wrong and where. Yet, the pain was enough to make him scream as if he were nothing but an unlearned animal. They, the screams, were drowned out by the blood in his destroyed neck. If he died five seconds after, he wouldn't be dead fast enough The knives thrown at him weren't sharp at all, having ripped his nerves up instead.

He was left to his fate, watching his work be undone by Kin's fervent prayers. To "save this child," to "reverse this curse." No! It was not fair! The Doctor had given his whole life to the pursuit of these grand arts, and trained his craft on the finest patients for years! This was to be his magnum opus, and before his fading vision, Giratina was simply... Shrinking! Being replaced with that insignificant little serpent, no better than sacrificial meat!

Perhaps it was the denial of his dreams that finally took him under, to the cold nightmares of Hell he always knew he'd fall to.

"You may have stopped the ritual, but there is no hope for the mother and child. Look at her." The Tyrant was annoyed, more than anything, that such work was undone right before him. Just a minute more, and it would have been enough. Giratina would have taken him in their wing and gave him endless power!

This so-called 'hero' needed to pay the price for his meddling. Somehow, someway... Yes, the Tyrant knew exactly what to say.

"The child could be recovered, if that's truly all you care about. Taking something good away from this miserable mission. You'll look down at the Dratini, and wonder how he will cope with having been the death of his own mother-"

Kin leapt over the room again, an infernal plume sweeping alongside his swords as the crossed slashes swept across the window. The Tyrant jumped away to the outside night sky, hovering along with his wings catching the air.

Kin was nothing but defiant, and it served to send the King further on the backfoot. "I said; just watch! Our fight will come before long, but for now... I have two lives to save. So watch or leave!"

How could he speak with such brash certainty? The naïvety was insulting, to any who understood how the world works.

Kin was blessed with the power of Reshiram. Such meant that his duties were to fight for truth. Though his declarations were wild, he meant every word with all his heart. His eyes made it all clear.

Could it be...

He truly is capable of banishing the darkness?

"First, we need to stop the bleeding! Gauze and stitches won't work here, so there's only one thing I can do. I'm sorry for this!"

Kin struck his fists together like stones, creating sparks that quickly burst into blue flames! Sparing not another drop of Free's blood, he plunged his burning paws down, searing her skin and making her destroyed voice quiver.

Though he made sure not to linger the burns too long on any one place, and Dragon-types were able to take the heat, in Free's condition it was still brutal. She felt as if this was the breaking point... That it ends there. Her eyes could finally glaze over, and she'd give into the overwhelming urge to shut them. Kin could save her baby, after all-

"KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN, FREE!!!" His voice boomed with a commanding echo that broke through the thick haze in an instant, alerting even her light head.

"k-kin..."

"You're still here. Great! I still need you to do one more thing for me."

The egg hatched already. Despite that, Kin was sure that it was still more than possible to deliver naturally. He waved his paws of the fires, to spread open her motherly exit and peer through the birth canal. Kin's sharp eyes could see the spawn made his way to the cervix himself.

It was the one sign he needed, to ensure that all these efforts wouldn't be for nothing. Mother, son, and savior all needed to fight together.

Kin returned to his place by Free's side, gently hovering his arms over the top half of her swell, not touching down on the sensitive sear just yet.

The dazed and fading Free snapped back to attention on his next order. "Get ready to push!"

He was waiting for her. She needed to give her own power into this birth, or it wouldn't work, even if Kin shoved down on her womb with all his might. Her weakened and strained muscles still had something to give, so she knew she had to give it all.

So her son wouldn't be born an orphan...!

As she felt the desperate squeeze in her midsection, her claw weakly tapped the ground. "go..."

At the same time, Free grit her teeth and bore down with all her strength, clenching up as Kin's arms leveraged even more pressure inside the waters of her womb. Slowly, she felt the pain in her canal, one of the only places that was safe from pain previously.

There was no time for her wide eyes to blur. The next contraction seized her, and she braced everything to push more. The serpentine body of her child spread every inch of her womanhood equally. Despite the corruption being reversed, he still turned out so big...

"FREE!"

"need... rest..."

"HANG IN THERE! I can see your son!"

She didn't even realize that she was already beginning to crown. Having her attention directed to it, Free felt a wave of reinvigorated spirit wash over her. Just a little further, and Kin would be able to handle the rest.

Her legs spread wider, as all she could yet muster was channeled into one last push. Every muscle in her body shook. She curled and strained, as Kin pressed down.

"hhhhnnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!!!" Without a voice left to leverage, her brave yells sounded like her dying gasps.

Kin's eyes lit up, for he saw the Dratini's head, finally revealed to the light. He grabbed hold, and slowly pulled, the serpentine body sliding all the way through to the outside with his aid!

Free shakily raised her arms, as Kin gave her the one opportunity to see the fruit of all her efforts staring back at her. The Dratini was adorable, and seemed happy, the sounds from its mouth almost thankful.

"k-kin..."

To think that such an innocent little snake was almost meaningless fuel for a sacrifice to Giratina...

Free shut her eyes, holding her baby, content with what she was able to save with Kin's help...

Leaving said hero needing to take action, before she could go under!

Kin hoisted up Free's body against his back, dragging the larger Dragonite along and kicking the door to the dungeon down. "YOU'VE LISTENED IN LONG ENOUGH, BASTARDS! IT'S TIME TO HELP, OR YOU'RE JOINING HIM!"

The limp pool of blood with the Doctor's body, and the absence of the King left the royal guards to panic. Like it or not, this adventurer had the power to commandeer the royal castle of Kingsland, and angering him further was out of the question.

Helping to carry a body with little life left to give, they wondered if this would amount to anything. The hero tries his best, but he can't save everyone, right?

...

....

.....

It was one week later, in the Hospital of Victini, located not far from the royal castle.

In a room with a huge bed, a motherly Dragonite was sat up and draped in white blankets, as a baby Dratini wrapped himself around her arms more than she could wrap him in her arms.

Free looked like she had seen better days. Under the sheets, her abdomen was deeply scarred with the face of Giratina, thick lines stitched together and burned in, a tattoo that would never be easy to look at for the rest of her days. Intimidating to the core.

Yet, she was alive, and on the road to recovery.

The door to the room was swung open, as one Meowscarada teetered in with a gigantic platter of fried fish filets draped over crusted grain clusters. His body had a decent amount of singed gauze firm around him, as if he were hurt in a fight or multiple, but walked with enough energy to call himself good as new.

"Here! I brought you a big big plate of Dondozo Sushi, sourced by myself!"

By then, the Tyrant King was no more.

What else was there to say? Kin had a final confrontation with Giratina's blessed follower in the Distortion World. With the assistance of one Red Chain and a hard-fought victory, the insanity of the Tyrant's regime crumbled.

"Kin, I'm glad to see you safe... You really defeated the King?"

Her voice was softened and weak, the horrid roars forced from her leaving its mark on her vocal cords.

The platter was placed by her feet, Kin bringing the cuts of sushi up to her mouth so she didn't have to reach to eat.

He was happy, too, clear on his face that he was waiting to see Free again. When she mentioned his feat a week prior, though, his red eyes gleamed with determination as if it wasn't over.

"He will be but a footnote in the history of Kingsland. Without a name or a face to inspire anyone to dare imitate his ambitions. If anyone ever does... They too will fall."

Some people would have been scared, but Free knew that was just the adventurer in Kin talking. He saved and protected her, from the worst of the worst. She gulped, recalling the darker side of that memory.

"It's hard to think that someone so evil was behind all the happenings in the kingdom. It was... Scary... Thinking about what they've done to others like me. Taken away without a reason, to be used like a slave..."

Kin turned to the window, looking out to the rest of the capitol. "Rulers like that have one thing that we don't. Fear."

Free sighed, clutching her son a little tighter. Yes, fear... The one thing that makes rulers powerful, the ability to make lives flash and bodies flinch with the wave of a hand.

Kin just pressed more sushi against her lips. "No, you don't understand. Fear is how they fall. They may employ it to conquer their people, but that's what makes them weak. It corrodes their minds and bodies with dominance. They aren't ready to meet someone who isn't afraid of them!"

Kin let her bite down on the fish, before he twirled one of his twinblades, polished clean of the dark ichor that stained it in that fateful battle. "All that power rots, when there's no experience and competition behind it. The fearless fight every day, while the fearsome fear the day they meet their equal!"

Free was lifted from her nervousness and was instead starstruck, putting into perspective just how much her hero's been through and experienced. The results spoke for themselves.

But, looking forwards now, Free was uncertain. "Kin... After this, when I get better, I don't know where I'll go... More adventuring with a guild...?"

"You're a mother, now. Are you sure that's wise?" Kin knew well that there was little else she knew. He didn't know much else either, as being a hero was all he knew.

Eventually, one idea came to him, when he swallowed his next bite.

"I don't want to take advantage of you. Having saved you, I don't want to just be your next captor. But if you'd let me... I'm leaving Kingsland soon. There are a few others I've accepted as wives, they also know. I'm going home to my tribe, the Maskerade."

Free didn't need to know any more. "Yes! I want to come! Even if you have multiple wives... Whether or not I can be one of them, I'll follow you still! Contribute everything I can to your tribe... I will!"

And for Kin, he didn't need to know any more, either. Shaking his head with a smile, he wiped the beady tears that were forming on Free's face. "You're not a follower... You're a friend. Consider yourself Free of the Maskerade, starting now! I'll set out in the coming days, but you should rest for longer. Only set out when you're fully prepared and recovered! The cart ride is likely gonna be a whole week on the road, and a rocky one at that."

... Free piped up, on another topic.

"Oh, right! I haven't... Named my son yet... I wanted your help again."

"Key."

Kin didn't need more than two seconds of thought. It felt too fitting. "He is... The Key to Freedom."

Free looked down at the confused Dratini in her arms. He didn't actually know what was going on, but jumped into Kin's arms after he shrugged. "Ah... Guess that settles it?"

Key slithered up to rub his face against Kin's, almost certain he was the boy's father. He was the first person Key ever saw, after all! And Kin was happy to return the favor.

"I love it. Key... He'll look up to you, someday. I'm sure of it!" The mother and hero exchanged glances, and this time it was her paws reaching to wipe his eyes of tears.

Kin had never been told something like this before. Holding Key in his arms, he pondered over what he was feeling... Like a father?

He saved Free, delivered her child, visited her in the hospital, named her child, and was now holding and nuzzling with him... Wasn't he already more of a father than Free's mate ever was?

Unprepared for such a realization, the brave hero whined. "I'm so glad to be here... Free... Key... Thank you both...!"

As expected by their processings, soon enough they would turn out a couple, Free one of the many beautiful lives Kin's touched and been touched by. She'd take her place alongside many other beloved wives, joining Kin's tribe soon after he had returned home himself.

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