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returns once more with a story of an early incident in his chef kitty's time within the Devil's Manor. The trial of motherhood stands tall, and maybe too tall for one foolish little cat to bear...

WARNING: As usual when it comes to Devil stories, pain and blood abound! Read at your own risk! ", "writing": "The cleaver fell with a dull thud, slipping through tendons and bone like butter. The paw gripping the cleaver, however, trembled like it was soon to be next on the chopping board…\n\nAutumn stood in her kitchen… Her favourite place in the manor… Her territory. And yet, the shallow and crooked smile she usually had was weak as wilted lettuce; a deeply exhausted frown…\n\nAnd yet, the cleaver fell. The meat was prepared…\n\n...the babies in her belly kicked with enough force to make her wheeze…\n\nShe looked down at her heavy tum and, for a split second, let herself glare at it. She knew that the twins she had inside her weren’t to blame for how much pressure was put on her, but she was exhausted enough that she would fling her anger into any target that was nearby. Smartly, the staff ghosts had disappeared entirely.\n\nSome kind of test from her master. Something about being loyal even at the worst of times… Some trial of maternity.\n\n“Bah.”\n\nShe swung the cleaver harder. Even the special wood cutting board below couldn’t resist fully, and gained another bloody crevice. Autumn hacked into it a few more times before flinging the cleaver and embedding it directly into a nearby wall with a thump and a rattle…\n\nIt quivered there… Autumn ignored it entirely, and turned, paws on her immense middle…\n\n“Ice, and Dark, POISON and DEMONIC… Or soon to be, fully...” she growled, as she drew her claws very gently over her taut middle. The Master knew that she had trouble with multiples, and had given her twins anyway. Sneasel, one of each breed…\n\nThen he had pointed to the kitchen and said that he still expected his meals. The whole manor did…\n\nSo she stood. She chopped. She sautéed and kneaded dough and boiled screaming victims, flayed of their skin.\n\nAnd her spine hated her forever for her insolent insistence on working when she should have been resting…\n\nDemonic babies were always so much larger, and two at once was worse. She looked close to term, but…\n\n“How many more months of this…” she growled, as she turned and yanked the cleaver from the wall roughly… “I can’t endure… If I don’t… Get some kind of RELIEF, then I’ll simply…”\n\nShe grit her fangs… The cleaver rattled in her claws… She lifted it and brought it down sharply on the hunk of meat in front of her, whether it had bled out in the meantime or not…\n\nIts scream was drowned out by her gasp of shock…\n\nA vein… She hadn’t done her job properly. There was still enough blood in this little creature that when she brought the blade down, she felt a spurt of hot fluid against her middle…\n\nShe wasn’t wearing her apron either…\n\nShe watched in stunned, confused silence as the blood sucked into her flesh like water on hungry soil…\n\nFor a moment, all that she heard was the soft crackle of the fire behind her… As her babies kicked softly, she relaxed… She had assumed the blood would be absorbed, and the power of such a thing would cause her little ones to go mad… Absolutely ma-…\n\nWHAM.\n\nAutumn arched and dug her claws into the counter-top, eyes widening with shock… She felt a kick from one of her oversized children aim at the back of her body, towards her spine and organs…\n\n“Sto-…”\n\n…was all she got out before she was kicked again… And then it felt like her babies, however young, started wrestling eagerly inside her… The vitality in the delicious fluid they had been ‘fed’ was undeniable, and instantly sent them into a frenzy…\nAutumn turned from the cutting board and started to waddle out of the room, to find someone to help… But another kick, and she felt her spine bend unnaturally… She collapsed to the ground as her legs refused to respond, and turned on her back to stare up at her middle… \n\nHer own demonic blood trickled in worrying spurts from the side of her mouth. She reached up to pet her middle, to try and calm her babies…\n\nIt only made them more eager… She felt another impact, and HEARD her organ squelch and burst…\n\nWhat was it… Her heart? Her lungs? Her eyes fluttered and her vision clouded immediately at its edges. She swiped at the air, trying to catch herself before her arms suddenly collapsed to the stone below, limp and useless… Her colour faded slowly, like a flower withering under a flame...\n\n“...not… re… ad… y…”\n\nShe went limp. Her eyes clouded over. Her belly wriggled excitedly for a few moments, and then calmed again…\n\nThe babies could suddenly sense something was very wrong…\n\nFor a few long moments, stretching into ominous minutes, nothing moved but the shadows, dancing in the flickering glow of the hearth…\n\nThe twin Sneasel within the young cat stirred… then huddled closer together as her body stilled and cooled, moment by moment…\n\nDemons needed so much heat… They despised the ice and snow, and their bodies thrived in the flames… Even, or perhaps ESPECIALLY a Grass-Type like Autumn, wanted nothing but the kiss of the sun and the warmth of a stovetop…\n\nBut her insides were cooling… Her body itself withered already at the edges… It was already a dusky orange, and now it turned an ominous and unhealthy brown...\n\nThe Sneasel kicked… They trembled…\n\nAnd suddenly, the door to the kitchen burst open…\n\n“C-Calm, CALM little one, oh goodness…!”\n\nLavender stumbled in, looking freshly awoken. Her eyes fluttered and she rubbed them vigorously before turning back towards the pantry. She didn’t notice the fallen body behind the counter-top…\n\n“I’ve never seen a little one so eager to be reborn, dear me… Are you worried your dishes will burn…? Master will not worry about such a thing… Ah… Why are you… Incarnating now, anyway? Hm…”\n\nShe pushed the pantry open. Deeper in, there were whimpers and the rustling of things trying to get free… but Lavender never went that far. One wondered if she did it out of fear, or callousness. She was a demon too, after all, even if she acted entirely unlike one…\n\nShe reached up onto a shelf and pushed aside a small totem that had a ward of power on it. The shelf was icy cold, but warmed up quickly once the totem was displaced. Lavender retrieved the delicious looking pastry from the plate it sat on and walked quickly over to the furnace…\n\n“Not so fast, not so hard! Come now, Autumn, what is so important…”\n\nShe sighed and slid the pastry into the fire on a tray, and removed it...\nWhen she placed it back in her hand, it was a crisp dumpling giving off the most delicious aroma. She could scarcely contain herself as she bit down and unleashed a spurt of mouth-watering scent, carried on a lazy curl of steam…\n\nShe finished it very quickly. She licked her lips and her fingers of the blood and scraps of meat that was within the bun…\n\n“There. Now give me just a little bit, I will push you o-”\n\nHer stomach swelled and lurched. She maintained a crooked smile through it, though her claws clutched tightly at her midsection... It never hurt less, but she was happy to do it anyway… She had a little one on the way almost every day, and it thrilled her more than anyone could know…\n\nThis, however, was not how it usually went…\n\n“A-Autumn, WAIT, AUTUMN!!!”\n\nShe shrieked as she felt harsh, violent kicks scrape her insides. She huffed sharply as the little kitten refused to let up… If the tall Noivern didn’t know better, she would almost assume…\n\n‘Splch!’\n\nA claw jammed out of her belly at the top. It happened a few more times, causing terrible wounds to appear on her body as if from an invisible knife that repeatedly stabbed into it. The immense, winged mother teetered on her feet, leaning heavily against a wall to maintain her balance…\n\n“Autumn…?”\n\nShe wheezed, moments before that claw jammed out again, and dragged down…. Lavender stared in shock as her belly unzipped itself, and then a pair of razor claws jammed into the gushing slit they’d made and yanked her wide with a sickening noise… The distinct, unhealthy CRACK of flesh peeling open, of bones being shoved until they gave…\n\nAutumn tumbled out, covered in red. She was nothing but a newborn Sprigatito, or should have been! But the ‘emergency food’ had worked, and she was much larger and stronger than usual...\nBehind her, Lavender shook… Then collapsed onto the ground with a heavy THUD…\n\nShe trembled… Then her eyes went grey, a soft exhale rattled from her throat, and her shaking ceased…\n\nAutumn didn’t pay attention. She was already running over to the corpse… The other ‘her’. She seemed to ignore the bizarre nature of the scene; a newborn version of herself staring in quiet panic at the dead, wilting mirror-image before her… The glassy eyes still held enough colour that she could almost assume the thing would wake up any moment…\n\nIt would have to… Her babies were still inside…!!!\n\n“H… How did you… WHY did… oh…”\n\nA much tinier, trembling voice fluttered behind her. Autumn jerked her head to see Lavender’s small Noibat form, ghostly and nervous and already fading into something less motherly, and somehow more cute and innocent than even that…\n\n“I… I didn’t realize…” she squeaked…\n\n“I know, I know, not right now…” Autumn’s own higher pitched voice hissed as she tugged at ‘herself’. She winced as the tug on the ear threatened to stretch and destroy the skin…\n\n“Go and get Crimson…!”\n\n“Shouldn’t… Shouldn’t we… Get the babies out?”\n\n“THEY ARE NOT READY. GO GET CRIMSON!!!”\n\nLavender turn and fled as quickly as she could. Autumn ran around herself until she could push her ear against the belly…\n\n“...please…”\n\n...kick!\n\n“Oh… OH! Ohhh… You’re… You’re okay…”\nNo, not okay. Autumn felt a split second of relief, but it was all she allowed herself. This was a terrible situation, and it grew worse by the moment.\n\nIf she allowed her little ones to die… If she failed them…!\n\n“What’s going on!?”\n\nCrimson suddenly floated into the room and landed heavily next to Autumn’s old body. Her kitten self jerked her eyes up and hissed…\n\n“Help me carry…”\n\nCrimson waved her arm carefully over the discarded ‘leaf’ in front of her….\n\nShe turned to Autumn, a grave look on her face… But the fire in Autumn’s eyes burned brighter…\n\n“HELP. ME.”\n\n“Sis… You… They…”\n\nAutumn suddenly reared forward and showed off the claws she had chewed with her newborn fangs into razor sharpness, her little feline teeth cracked because of it…\n\n“HELP ME.”\n\nCrimson blinked in surprise, but reluctantly tucked her arms under her sister’s corpse and picked it up.\n\nShe and Autumn moved off with the awkward gait of a very weighed down Manaphy, and a very desperate kitten. Lavender watched them go, then looked at the half prepared meal sitting on the cutting board…\n\n“...darn it…”\nAcross the mansion as quickly as her little feet could carry her, down a flight of stairs and into a distillery, a room close to the cellar door and the whispery moans that odious place exuded…\n\nUp to a squared sheet, which she pulled aside with her teeth to reveal a dark Altar, made of obsidian and ruby red gemstones and other grand and devilish things…\n\n“D-Do not… Use Master’s basin for…”\n\nAutumn wasn’t listening. She hopped up onto it and looked up at the spout above it. With effort, she stood on her back paws and pulled a heavy handle, which caused a mechanism above to grumble and groan…\n\nThe blood that she spilled in the kitchen, and the blood that spilled elsewhere, all of it trickled into the drains of the manor… It was collected, purged of impurity, and made into a tannin nearly undrinkable by most… A sacrifice to the dark lord…\n\nAnd now, it would be a sacrifice to her.\n\nShe filled the basin on the altar until it was full to the top. Then she gestured. Crimson hesitated, but knew that demanding or arguing would do nothing in the face of such determination. The kitty was so fierce that she didn’t want to admit it intimidated her too… Just a tiny bit!\n\nShe set the corpse down gently, careful not to waste a drop by splashing it out… And like a hungry plant, it began to suckle the nutrients around it… Absorb the fluids…\n\nThe corpse’s chest… moved… A long, low rattle escaped from her ragged throat, her head slumped back over the side of the basin with unceasingly staring eyes…\n\nAutumn placed a head against her own belly again, her former body’s tummy that contained her precious babies…\n\nThump… Thump… Kick…\n\n“...they’re… safe…”\n\nAutumn muttered, and she seemed to relax, if only a little. Crimson rubbed her arm and tilted her head...“Sis… Their souls would just go back t-…”\n\nAutumn spun suddenly and slashed at her sister, coming less than an inch from clawing her eyes out. That look of anger, of desire… Of desperation…\n\n“...what… What did I say?”\n\n“Leave me be…” Autumn snarled, as she turned and looked down at herself… “I’ve got to make sure this gets enough blood… Tell Crescent to come. You can bring me fresh corpses to toss into the grinder too…”\n\nCorpses. A demon like her should have been eager to toss screaming victims into the crushing press, yet here she was... Desperately nudging her former body into a good position, watching firmly as the level of blood within the pool slowly shrank… Bit by bit…\n\n“Autumn, you can’t do this. You can’t.” Crimson floated forward again… “This is too much. You would have to have so much b-”\n\nAutumn spun suddenly and this time, indeed, dug her claws straight into her surprised sister’s throat, and yanked back…\n\nCrimson’s blood gushed straight into the basin… Autumn grabbed one of her antennae and yanked hard, so the newly made dead Manaphy could fall limply to the surface of the altar…\n\nIf she had any remorse, it didn’t show on her face. She just held her sister’s corpse over her own, and squeezed to fill the basin as much as possible…\n\nIn the kitchen, Lavender was nervously explaining to Crescent. The poor ‘youngest’ sister had wandered by and seen Lavender flitting back and forth, ‘pacing’ with nerves... She had returned to her flesh and blood form thanks again to the food stored in the pantry, though she seemed a bit jittery over the speed of it…\n\n“I don’t know what happened, I just came in and found her dead on the ground…”\n\n“She wouldn’t have slashed her own wrists. Autumn is too prideful a creature for that, and no pregnancy would have made her want to kill\n herself...”Crescent rubbed the back of her head nervously and then looked down at the light bloodstains burned into the floor…\n\n“Strange, strange indeed… I wonder…”\n\nBut she didn’t have time to wonder. Lavender shrieked and thumped to the ground as her belly puffed up quickly with another demonic baby. Crimson’s distinct, powerful, furious kicks could be seen bruising her from the inside...\n\n“This…” Crescent breathed, and then sighed very hard… “This is… Too much. I hope it doesn’t last for too long…”\n\nShe turned, as Lavender flailed behind her…\n\n“And I hope… Autumn is okay… There are few things that break a demon, so she’s said… And this…?”\n\nShe placed her hand subtly on her own middle… But said nothing else as she left the room…\n\nShe made her way through the halls and down to where Autumn stood, perched on the edge of the altar and staring into her own dead eyes…\n\nCrescent didn’t know it, but the corpse had moved… Its head had tilted and its eyes had turned to lock onto Autumn’s with such ferocious anger… Such evil that would frighten even another devil…\n\nThe huntress watched the Sprigatito staring at herself, and then spoke up…\n\n“What do you need… Sis?”\n\nAutumn’s breathing came shakily… Crescent couldn’t tell if she was about to start crying, or if she was so furious that she could barely hold it back…\n\nShe turned with a maddened look in her eye…\n\n“Blood...”\nFor months… They obeyed her command… The Devil of course knew what was going on in his house, but he observed passively and without letting them know. He always was watching, waiting… Staring from the shadows, they felt his gaze always…\n\nBut Autumn was the one giving the vicious orders… She was the one who flared with energy, to the point where she evolved simply so she could get two paws to work with again. \n\nShe attempted to go further, but she couldn’t… She couldn’t access her full power, and every time that corpse’s gaze seemed to focus in hatred on her’s… She felt a part of her lost...\n\nBut there was no time to contemplate it. She scratched runes into the floor around the altar, she slit her own vein and drained just enough blood to last until more could be fed to the distillery, and she even at times settled her paws against the corpse’s middle and FORCED her former body, by her own demonic power, to continue working…\n\nShe didn’t sleep… She ate only enough to keep her going, and spoke only the words that were necessary, spitting demands or hissing in fury when someone questioned her… And if they dared argue twice, they met the same fate as Crimson had, (several times in fact, since she had such a confrontational temper…).\n\nShe was dishevelled. She was in pain… But she knew that if she ever let her focus slip… If she miscalculated how much blood she needed, if she missed a symptom she had to heal… If her power went astray for but an instant…\n\nNo. It would not. It could not...\n\nDesperation had sunk in a long time ago. Now she forced Crescent to hunt daily, and nothing challenging either. The youngest demon sister had almost thought she would enjoy the weeks let loose on the poor, unsuspecting populace around the manor… But it became sick even to her to drag screaming Pokemon from the under-brush, and slit their throats without a word…\n\nMadness was the only way to describe it… A horror Autumn forced upon the world, to save her babies… She would have plunged herself into that grinder if she thought it might help at all…\n\nCrimson hated her, and couldn’t understand why she was so obsessed. Babies like that would just be drawn to Lavender’s tummy and reborn, as a different species of course… Ghosts, or some undead. Not able to feel much, not like a normal Pokemon… But still, they’d be there… Wasn’t that enough…?\n\nBut still. She had to help her sister. No matter her fury and hatred, she had to make sure her sister… Her family… remained whole.\n\nBut no amount of Pokemon dragged out of the sea, or the forest, could sustain that wilting corpse forever… Like a flower, snipped at the stem and set within a pretty vase, it drank what it had in its container, and then began to wither when it ran out…\n\nAutumn made sure it never ran out… She hissed and snapped and even roared whenever someone tried to pull her away, tried to distract her… Tried to do anything but help her babies…\n\nCrescent understood. She ran herself ragged to get as many corpses per day as she could… Crimson was far more lazy about it, not caring near as much about the babies as she did her desperate sister…\n\nAutumn didn’t have the capacity to hate anyone right now, except those who took her from her babies. But as she watched her belly swell from a different angle than looking down, she began to feel a spark of hope… \n\nEven when the surrounding forests were so depopulated… Even when the waters near the Manor had begun to claim a reputation for fanged horrors in the depths…\n\nEven when she was forced to saw away her corpse’s limbs to feed to the grinder, for just a bit more blood for her babies…\n\nEven then. She felt she might succeed…\n\nAnd then, the time came where she very nearly had…\n\nA huge belly that nearly dwarfed the mutilated, limbless corpse below it. The babies moved healthily inside and their silhouette could even be seen when a light was shined through, so taut was Autumn’s flesh that it was a mere prick from bursting…\n\nOr so she’d hoped…\n\nThe others gathered around, watching with sunken eyes and bated breath. They watched the little Floragato reach her sharpened claws up and drag them down her middle…\n\nDisturbingly, not a drop of fluid came out… She peeled her flesh back to reveal the womb inside, stretched to perfect smoothness like a pearl for the pressure…\n\nThe claw snapped the moment it was pressed too firmly against it…\n\n“No… No, NO! NOO!”\n\nAutumn screeched as she scratched at the womb desperately. She could tell that perhaps if she clawed hard enough it would make a tiny mark... But she would break her nails off over and over in trying to get through to her babies that way, no matter how sharp they were…\n\nShe fed them too much… She gave this demonic body all the blood it demanded to keep her children safe and alive… And now, she had given so much that the womb was reinforced through excessive nutrition…\n\nAutumn had fed it as much as it needed to save her babies, but in the end, it might have doomed them...\n\nCrescent stepped forward, and with a glint of moonlight, produced her blade. She lifted it, and Autumn turned with her back raised. Her fur was stood on end, and Crescent nearly dropped her scythe for the psychotic look in her sister’s eye…\n\n“Do not… HURT THEM…”\n\n“I wasn’t… I was…”\n\nAutumn spun back to the corpse to demonstrate why such a huge blade shouldn’t be used; she pressed her paw firmly against the womb. It stretched down only a centimetre, perhaps less, revealing the silhouette of her tightly curled Sneasel children…\n\nThere was so little give to it… The babies were under such a thin layer of demonic skin that anything but a precise blade would cut them too… And to come so far, just to see her babies suffocate in a womb she couldn’t pierce…?\n\n“If we… If we push on ‘you’, it should…” Crimson began, but she bit her tongue when Autumn’s piercing glare was turned on her instead…\n\n“If you do that without a mama PUSHING WITH YOU, you’ll just CRUSH THEM!”\n\nCrimson lifted her arms nervously. Her throat hurt all of a sudden…\n\n“What do you want us to do, sis…?”\n\nAutumn panted rapidly… She held her chest as if her heart would burst, while her body shook like mad…\n\n“I… I don’t… I don’t KNOW!!!”\n\nShe had driven Crescent as hard as she could… Demanded Crimson do the same… Her children even helped, and everyone else had too… And it hadn’t amounted to anything…\n\nShe spun and suddenly leapt off the altar. She shoved Crescent aside as she ran through the manor in a full sprint…\n\nNo. Not everyone. Someone had watched… Someone had watched like they always did, instead of HELPING HER BABIES!!!\n\nThe door to the Devil’s room burst open. He turned to glance over his shoulder, not a hint of surprise in his knowing look. Autumn stomped over to him, climbed onto his desk, scattered his work, and gripped his collar…\n\n“HELP. THEM!”\n\nThe Master raised his eyebrow in quiet amusement that such a little kitty had decided to barge in, to demand things…\n\n“Help them, dear… Do you really think I would simply let them die if I could have helped them?”\n\nAutumn’s expression cracked. Tears sprung to her eyes and burned as they slithered down her face…\n\n“All of it couldn’t be for nothing! I know you can pierce that womb…! I know you can help… Why aren’t you helping me?! Aren’t we family… aren’t… we…”\n\nShe broke to tears… Her face slumped against his chest, and she began to sob softly… She had been awake so long… Tried so hard! And all of it would be useless…\n\nThe Devil lifted his hand suddenly… \n\nAnd then reached up to pet her softly...“I cannot free your babies. I do not have the precision. Those dark creatures who are experts in child-rearing are too far and too aloof to be any help, and though my hands are precise, were I to try… Were I to put the force needed to break that womb open…? It would harm one, or both of your babies… Perhaps it would simply nick their arm and deform them… Or… Perhaps it would hit something vital… Do you wish to take that chance?”\n\nAutumn only sobbed harder. Her whimpers and desperate whines turned incoherent as she clawed weakly at him, leaving no marks but just desperate to pull him down… So he could see, so he could see what she needed! \n\nWhy couldn’t he see…\n\n“...There is a way, dear Autumn…”\n\nShe jerked her head up… She was panting shakily, her heart thudding against her chest so hard that the Devil could watch each beat…\n\n“You need to birth your children…”\n\nHe lowered his other hand, that had been hidden all this time. A sharp dagger laid there in his palm, glinting in even the dim light of the Devil’s abode…\n\n“I might have a solution… But it is a dire one… And it may not work. As I said, the experts in this matter stretch across the void… But I am not helpless.”\n\nHe stood, her in one arm and the knife lightly twirling in the other. He walked through the halls with a purposeful stride, eyes focused ahead…\n\n“You… Will have to return to your body. Part of you still lingers in that body, sutained by the bloody rituals you performed, and it kept it healthy enough to grow your babies… Now it needs your willpower, your determination, to drive the babies from its insides once and for all… But you must return to it… You must suffer the pains of a half-dead form, and the agony of labour…”\n\nHe stood now in the doorway of the distillery. He walked over to the basin, the other demon sisters parting and bowing respectfully as he did… stunned that Autumn had retrieved him so fast…\n\n“Now the only question i-”\n\n“Do it.”\n\nHe looked down at her, and a proud smirk crept over his face. She stared with eyes that glowed brighter than her oven’s fire…\n\n“Do it. Do whatever you think will work, for my BABIES!”\n\nHe turned without another word and set the Floragato against the Meowscarada corpse…\n\nHe aligned their hearts… He lifted the dagger…\n\nAutumn stared into her own eyes, and then closed them…\n\nShe felt the blade pierce her through, twice, and then felt everything fall away into darkness…\n\nWhen she awoke, she felt numb, and yet in so much pain…\n\nShe let her mouth fall gently open, and drooled a bit of excess ichor. She turned he eyes to look up at her split belly, and then down at the Floragato corpse moments before it was tossed carelessly into the grinder…\n\n“Crimson. Crescent… Help your sister.”\n\nThe two stepped forward, understanding without being told twice. Crimson got behind her, and Crescent placed her hands atop the belly… Two different angles, so they could mimic the direction of a contraction…\n\n“Ready, Autumn…?” Crescent asked. Crimson looked nervous as the corpse, unmoving this whole time, nodded its head very softly…\n\nSomething evil still burned in those eyes… But that evil was taken over entirely by the unwavering need, the determination indeed, to free her babies… She breathed in softly… Closed those glassy eyes, and…\n\nKkrrrrrrrrrrrkkkktch…!\n\nCrimson was as gentle and as smooth as she could be. She pressed down firmly as if she was giving her sister a hug. Crescent pressed with her own strength and guided the babies so they didn’t simply be crushed… But she couldn’t do it alone…\n\nAutumn trembled… Her ragged half limbs twitched and pushed down against the stone below her. She felt old wounds open, oozing sap and other fluids, as her eyes rolled back under the lids…\n\nShe had never experienced anything like this… In her healthy body, this kind of burden would have been so intense that she would have passed out more than once, even passed away… But her senses were dulled and STILL this agony throbbed from within like a radiant coldness… A freezing numbness that ate at her, and made her acutely aware of the loss of sensation…\n\nA phantom pain… Echoes of agony this body had already experienced through those months of torment… As if she could feel the entire scope of it at once… If she could feel what this body was supposed to be feeling… The great shadow loomed over her… What all Devils meet again and again, and yet which still grips their hearts, stone or not, and shatters them…\n\nDeath loomed… And she was more terrified that it placed its blade against her midsection than her throat...\n\nBut enough of her nerves had shrivelled away, and by some bizarre twist of fate, that was a good thing. Though the ache crept up from every angle, she could focus solely on the fact that she would soon be done…\n\nHer babies would be free… If she could only accomplish this… If she could push hard enough...\n\n“Hhhhhhhhggg…”\n\nAn unnatural, terrible noise gurgled up from her throat. Crimson winced, and then adjusted her grip to push down on her sister’s belly again. She heard things crunch and pop, but Crescent and the Master were observing closely… The Huntress’s hands pressed softly on the shoulders of one of the poor Sneasel, who had grown so large and strong with their special diet…\n\nShe had to be careful… The babies were still in mortal danger, even now. Autumn’s crumbling body wasn’t functioning properly, and if Crimson pushed too hard… If Autumn didn’t push ENOUGH, then...\n\n“You can do it, sis…” Crescent whispered. Autumn trembled hard, but tried to curl into herself… Tried to position her pitiful form in a way that could indeed expel her babies, before they smothered under her withering Grass flesh...\n\nSafety… Comfort… Warmth… All things she forgot about for herself, and instead desperately demanded her babies would have… For a moment, she forgot the world around her, and was focused solely on the mutilated, deformed orb on her hips… Torn to shreds, and still unyielding…\n\nThere was a thready gasp in her throat, her heart weakening… Thudding against her broken ribs and impaling itself on bony shards… How could she ever…? She wouldn’t be able to hold on… How many times could this happen…? How many times could she fall just short of the finish line before one of them stuck, and she could only watch through a fading gaze as her belly smothered her babies…\n\nShe could feel them… Fading… Or was that her? Were they still struggling strong, and her body had become so numb that she could barely feel them…? Would they be okay…? She felt that demon’s voice whispering in her soul again…\n\n‘You failed… You KILLED them…’\n\nHer eyelids fluttered… Dry of tears so long ago, she let loose a shuddering sob, and it was met with a soft, ominous chuckle… But not from the devil within...\nHer eyes swivelled suddenly to that shadow in the corner… The Master… observing with pride and excitement at her devotion…\n\nHe was grinning excitedly… He didn’t seem to be worried about her little ones… And his confidence seemed to blow away the demonic whisper in her ear like dust against a typhoon…\n\nWhy else would he be grinning? He knew she could do it…\n\nHe knew she would do it...\n\nShe sat up suddenly, as much as she could… She braced herself, and...\n“HHHHH!!!”\n\nShe let out a sharp breath, and with it a mist of red. She thumped back down against Crimson, who bared her shark fangs…\n\n“Ready, Crescent…”\n\n“Okay… One… Two… THREE!”\n\nCRUNCH!!!\n\nAutumn’s body was utterly destroyed… The babies were WRUNG out of her like she was a useless little washing cloth… She didn’t even react as her long-ago broken hips were shoved unnaturally wide, stretching her lower lips far beyond what they should have been able to do with their terrifying size, and falling free one after another. She was a ragged, dripping corpse by the end…\n\nHer faded eyes fluttered and closed… She trembled…\n\nShe was unseeing… Unfeeling… She didn’t even know if her babies were alive… She didn’t know if she succeeded…\n\nHer view darkened against her will… Her eyes fell closed…\n\nCrimson dropped Autumn, and she fell aside, limp and cold. The two living Demon Sisters stared down with trepidation...\n\n“One from the Mountain regions and… One from the snowy regions… See? Their markings and shape are different…” Crescent stared nervously… Crimson crossed her arms, her eyes closed, and a look of annoyance on her face. All that effort, and the babies laid there, unmoving… What a waste of time...\n\nCrescent turned, and reached down to pick them up. She blinked in surprise upon realizing they were already gone…\n\nThe Master had moved unseen and with such swiftness as they had rarely witnessed. He held one cradled in each arm, his head bowed, and his body swaying…\n\nHis fingers drew along each of their spines… Pressed into their backs…\n\nThere was a pair of gentle gasps, and then…\n\n‘...waaaaaahh…!’\n\nThe two newborns clung to him, and yet he seemed to have no trouble handling their size as they began to squirm weakly. He transferred them into one arm, so he could extract the ritual dagger again and draw it along his first and second fingers. With his blood hissing against the tile, he placed one gently against each of the Sneasel’s lips…\n\nThey desperately lapped at the blood, and slowly calmed…\n\n“There we are… Just like your mother, so long ago...”\n\nThe Master nodded and turned to the other sisters. He looked first to Crescent, who was smiling with relief, and then Crimson… who was staring with her mouth agape...\n\n“...She… Did it?”\n\nBefore an answer could be given, Lavender’s screech could be heard in the distance. Crescent and Crimson met each others’ gaze, and then turned to look as a sopping wet newborn Sprigatito ran into the room…\n\nShe skidded to a stop as Crescent moved aside, giving her a view of the babies in the Master’s arms...\n\nAutumn’s haggard face brightened… Her eyes fluttered…\n\n“I… Did… it…”\n\nPanting, she collapsed… She pressed her paws to the eyes and gave a relieved sob… And then, she promptly passed out.\n\nThe Master chuckled and turned back to Crescent.\n\n“Collect your sister… Ensure she sleeps well in her chambers. Her babies will be placed there shortly.”\n\nShe nodded, trotted over, and picked up the leafy kitten, who was dead asleep. Crescent couldn’t help but think she deserved it after her months long ordeal. The Master watched with something akin to tenderness in his eyes as she cradled her sister and left…\n\nThen he turned and looked at Crimson…\n\nThe so-called Eldest Demon Sister… The one who had been here the longest… And yet, she seemed more concerned with cleaning her arms off and turning to leave than checking on her sister.\n\nShe was always a bit callous… A little thorny, a little like the thrashing waves of a monsoon… And yet…\n\nShe had helped with little hesitation. She could have told Autumn to go die, and left her to suffer. Instead, she extended her strength to crush her sister’s obstacles.\n\n\nBut Crimson also clearly didn’t understand why these two babies could be so important that Autumn would put herself through such a desperate, bloody struggle just to save them…\n\nWhat was one or two more babies? The Swarm was always growing, and it was all she needed. Between her rage, and her childishness, she could never see herself having any children beyond her obedient and dull-witted little piranha…\n\nAnd… Yet...\n\nThe Master watched Crimson float from the room, and head back to the sea. He walked up the stairs and peered out of a picture window, watching the tide roll in and out… He grinned softly… A storm seemed to be on the horizon… And Crimson was heading into it eagerly…", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The cleaver fell with a dull thud, slipping through tendons and bone like butter. The paw gripping the cleaver, however, trembled like it was soon to be next on the chopping board…

Autumn stood in her kitchen… Her favourite place in the manor… Her territory. And yet, the shallow and crooked smile she usually had was weak as wilted lettuce; a deeply exhausted frown…

And yet, the cleaver fell. The meat was prepared…

...the babies in her belly kicked with enough force to make her wheeze…

She looked down at her heavy tum and, for a split second, let herself glare at it. She knew that the twins she had inside her weren’t to blame for how much pressure was put on her, but she was exhausted enough that she would fling her anger into any target that was nearby. Smartly, the staff ghosts had disappeared entirely.

Some kind of test from her master. Something about being loyal even at the worst of times… Some trial of maternity.

“Bah.”

She swung the cleaver harder. Even the special wood cutting board below couldn’t resist fully, and gained another bloody crevice. Autumn hacked into it a few more times before flinging the cleaver and embedding it directly into a nearby wall with a thump and a rattle…

It quivered there… Autumn ignored it entirely, and turned, paws on her immense middle…

“Ice, and Dark, POISON and DEMONIC… Or soon to be, fully...” she growled, as she drew her claws very gently over her taut middle. The Master knew that she had trouble with multiples, and had given her twins anyway. Sneasel, one of each breed…

Then he had pointed to the kitchen and said that he still expected his meals. The whole manor did…

So she stood. She chopped. She sautéed and kneaded dough and boiled screaming victims, flayed of their skin.

And her spine hated her forever for her insolent insistence on working when she should have been resting…

Demonic babies were always so much larger, and two at once was worse. She looked close to term, but…

“How many more months of this…” she growled, as she turned and yanked the cleaver from the wall roughly… “I can’t endure… If I don’t… Get some kind of RELIEF, then I’ll simply…”

She grit her fangs… The cleaver rattled in her claws… She lifted it and brought it down sharply on the hunk of meat in front of her, whether it had bled out in the meantime or not…

Its scream was drowned out by her gasp of shock…

A vein… She hadn’t done her job properly. There was still enough blood in this little creature that when she brought the blade down, she felt a spurt of hot fluid against her middle…

She wasn’t wearing her apron either…

She watched in stunned, confused silence as the blood sucked into her flesh like water on hungry soil…

For a moment, all that she heard was the soft crackle of the fire behind her… As her babies kicked softly, she relaxed… She had assumed the blood would be absorbed, and the power of such a thing would cause her little ones to go mad… Absolutely ma-…

WHAM.

Autumn arched and dug her claws into the counter-top, eyes widening with shock… She felt a kick from one of her oversized children aim at the back of her body, towards her spine and organs…

“Sto-…”

…was all she got out before she was kicked again… And then it felt like her babies, however young, started wrestling eagerly inside her… The vitality in the delicious fluid they had been ‘fed’ was undeniable, and instantly sent them into a frenzy…
Autumn turned from the cutting board and started to waddle out of the room, to find someone to help… But another kick, and she felt her spine bend unnaturally… She collapsed to the ground as her legs refused to respond, and turned on her back to stare up at her middle…

Her own demonic blood trickled in worrying spurts from the side of her mouth. She reached up to pet her middle, to try and calm her babies…

It only made them more eager… She felt another impact, and HEARD her organ squelch and burst…

What was it… Her heart? Her lungs? Her eyes fluttered and her vision clouded immediately at its edges. She swiped at the air, trying to catch herself before her arms suddenly collapsed to the stone below, limp and useless… Her colour faded slowly, like a flower withering under a flame...

“...not… re… ad… y…”

She went limp. Her eyes clouded over. Her belly wriggled excitedly for a few moments, and then calmed again…

The babies could suddenly sense something was very wrong…

For a few long moments, stretching into ominous minutes, nothing moved but the shadows, dancing in the flickering glow of the hearth…

The twin Sneasel within the young cat stirred… then huddled closer together as her body stilled and cooled, moment by moment…

Demons needed so much heat… They despised the ice and snow, and their bodies thrived in the flames… Even, or perhaps ESPECIALLY a Grass-Type like Autumn, wanted nothing but the kiss of the sun and the warmth of a stovetop…

But her insides were cooling… Her body itself withered already at the edges… It was already a dusky orange, and now it turned an ominous and unhealthy brown...

The Sneasel kicked… They trembled…

And suddenly, the door to the kitchen burst open…

“C-Calm, CALM little one, oh goodness…!”

Lavender stumbled in, looking freshly awoken. Her eyes fluttered and she rubbed them vigorously before turning back towards the pantry. She didn’t notice the fallen body behind the counter-top…

“I’ve never seen a little one so eager to be reborn, dear me… Are you worried your dishes will burn…? Master will not worry about such a thing… Ah… Why are you… Incarnating now, anyway? Hm…”

She pushed the pantry open. Deeper in, there were whimpers and the rustling of things trying to get free… but Lavender never went that far. One wondered if she did it out of fear, or callousness. She was a demon too, after all, even if she acted entirely unlike one…

She reached up onto a shelf and pushed aside a small totem that had a ward of power on it. The shelf was icy cold, but warmed up quickly once the totem was displaced. Lavender retrieved the delicious looking pastry from the plate it sat on and walked quickly over to the furnace…

“Not so fast, not so hard! Come now, Autumn, what is so important…”

She sighed and slid the pastry into the fire on a tray, and removed it...
When she placed it back in her hand, it was a crisp dumpling giving off the most delicious aroma. She could scarcely contain herself as she bit down and unleashed a spurt of mouth-watering scent, carried on a lazy curl of steam…

She finished it very quickly. She licked her lips and her fingers of the blood and scraps of meat that was within the bun…

“There. Now give me just a little bit, I will push you o-”

Her stomach swelled and lurched. She maintained a crooked smile through it, though her claws clutched tightly at her midsection... It never hurt less, but she was happy to do it anyway… She had a little one on the way almost every day, and it thrilled her more than anyone could know…

This, however, was not how it usually went…

“A-Autumn, WAIT, AUTUMN!!!”

She shrieked as she felt harsh, violent kicks scrape her insides. She huffed sharply as the little kitten refused to let up… If the tall Noivern didn’t know better, she would almost assume…

‘Splch!’

A claw jammed out of her belly at the top. It happened a few more times, causing terrible wounds to appear on her body as if from an invisible knife that repeatedly stabbed into it. The immense, winged mother teetered on her feet, leaning heavily against a wall to maintain her balance…

“Autumn…?”

She wheezed, moments before that claw jammed out again, and dragged down…. Lavender stared in shock as her belly unzipped itself, and then a pair of razor claws jammed into the gushing slit they’d made and yanked her wide with a sickening noise… The distinct, unhealthy CRACK of flesh peeling open, of bones being shoved until they gave…

Autumn tumbled out, covered in red. She was nothing but a newborn Sprigatito, or should have been! But the ‘emergency food’ had worked, and she was much larger and stronger than usual...
Behind her, Lavender shook… Then collapsed onto the ground with a heavy THUD…

She trembled… Then her eyes went grey, a soft exhale rattled from her throat, and her shaking ceased…

Autumn didn’t pay attention. She was already running over to the corpse… The other ‘her’. She seemed to ignore the bizarre nature of the scene; a newborn version of herself staring in quiet panic at the dead, wilting mirror-image before her… The glassy eyes still held enough colour that she could almost assume the thing would wake up any moment…

It would have to… Her babies were still inside…!!!

“H… How did you… WHY did… oh…”

A much tinier, trembling voice fluttered behind her. Autumn jerked her head to see Lavender’s small Noibat form, ghostly and nervous and already fading into something less motherly, and somehow more cute and innocent than even that…

“I… I didn’t realize…” she squeaked…

“I know, I know, not right now…” Autumn’s own higher pitched voice hissed as she tugged at ‘herself’. She winced as the tug on the ear threatened to stretch and destroy the skin…

“Go and get Crimson…!”

“Shouldn’t… Shouldn’t we… Get the babies out?”

“THEY ARE NOT READY. GO GET CRIMSON!!!”

Lavender turn and fled as quickly as she could. Autumn ran around herself until she could push her ear against the belly…

“...please…”

...kick!

“Oh… OH! Ohhh… You’re… You’re okay…”
No, not okay. Autumn felt a split second of relief, but it was all she allowed herself. This was a terrible situation, and it grew worse by the moment.

If she allowed her little ones to die… If she failed them…!

“What’s going on!?”

Crimson suddenly floated into the room and landed heavily next to Autumn’s old body. Her kitten self jerked her eyes up and hissed…

“Help me carry…”

Crimson waved her arm carefully over the discarded ‘leaf’ in front of her….

She turned to Autumn, a grave look on her face… But the fire in Autumn’s eyes burned brighter…

“HELP. ME.”

“Sis… You… They…”

Autumn suddenly reared forward and showed off the claws she had chewed with her newborn fangs into razor sharpness, her little feline teeth cracked because of it…

“HELP ME.”

Crimson blinked in surprise, but reluctantly tucked her arms under her sister’s corpse and picked it up.

She and Autumn moved off with the awkward gait of a very weighed down Manaphy, and a very desperate kitten. Lavender watched them go, then looked at the half prepared meal sitting on the cutting board…

“...darn it…”
Across the mansion as quickly as her little feet could carry her, down a flight of stairs and into a distillery, a room close to the cellar door and the whispery moans that odious place exuded…

Up to a squared sheet, which she pulled aside with her teeth to reveal a dark Altar, made of obsidian and ruby red gemstones and other grand and devilish things…

“D-Do not… Use Master’s basin for…”

Autumn wasn’t listening. She hopped up onto it and looked up at the spout above it. With effort, she stood on her back paws and pulled a heavy handle, which caused a mechanism above to grumble and groan…

The blood that she spilled in the kitchen, and the blood that spilled elsewhere, all of it trickled into the drains of the manor… It was collected, purged of impurity, and made into a tannin nearly undrinkable by most… A sacrifice to the dark lord…

And now, it would be a sacrifice to her.

She filled the basin on the altar until it was full to the top. Then she gestured. Crimson hesitated, but knew that demanding or arguing would do nothing in the face of such determination. The kitty was so fierce that she didn’t want to admit it intimidated her too… Just a tiny bit!

She set the corpse down gently, careful not to waste a drop by splashing it out… And like a hungry plant, it began to suckle the nutrients around it… Absorb the fluids…

The corpse’s chest… moved… A long, low rattle escaped from her ragged throat, her head slumped back over the side of the basin with unceasingly staring eyes…

Autumn placed a head against her own belly again, her former body’s tummy that contained her precious babies…

Thump… Thump… Kick…

“...they’re… safe…”

Autumn muttered, and she seemed to relax, if only a little. Crimson rubbed her arm and tilted her head...“Sis… Their souls would just go back t-…”

Autumn spun suddenly and slashed at her sister, coming less than an inch from clawing her eyes out. That look of anger, of desire… Of desperation…

“...what… What did I say?”

“Leave me be…” Autumn snarled, as she turned and looked down at herself… “I’ve got to make sure this gets enough blood… Tell Crescent to come. You can bring me fresh corpses to toss into the grinder too…”

Corpses. A demon like her should have been eager to toss screaming victims into the crushing press, yet here she was... Desperately nudging her former body into a good position, watching firmly as the level of blood within the pool slowly shrank… Bit by bit…

“Autumn, you can’t do this. You can’t.” Crimson floated forward again… “This is too much. You would have to have so much b-”

Autumn spun suddenly and this time, indeed, dug her claws straight into her surprised sister’s throat, and yanked back…

Crimson’s blood gushed straight into the basin… Autumn grabbed one of her antennae and yanked hard, so the newly made dead Manaphy could fall limply to the surface of the altar…

If she had any remorse, it didn’t show on her face. She just held her sister’s corpse over her own, and squeezed to fill the basin as much as possible…

In the kitchen, Lavender was nervously explaining to Crescent. The poor ‘youngest’ sister had wandered by and seen Lavender flitting back and forth, ‘pacing’ with nerves... She had returned to her flesh and blood form thanks again to the food stored in the pantry, though she seemed a bit jittery over the speed of it…

“I don’t know what happened, I just came in and found her dead on the ground…”

“She wouldn’t have slashed her own wrists. Autumn is too prideful a creature for that, and no pregnancy would have made her want to kill
 herself...”Crescent rubbed the back of her head nervously and then looked down at the light bloodstains burned into the floor…

“Strange, strange indeed… I wonder…”

But she didn’t have time to wonder. Lavender shrieked and thumped to the ground as her belly puffed up quickly with another demonic baby. Crimson’s distinct, powerful, furious kicks could be seen bruising her from the inside...

“This…” Crescent breathed, and then sighed very hard… “This is… Too much. I hope it doesn’t last for too long…”

She turned, as Lavender flailed behind her…

“And I hope… Autumn is okay… There are few things that break a demon, so she’s said… And this…?”

She placed her hand subtly on her own middle… But said nothing else as she left the room…

She made her way through the halls and down to where Autumn stood, perched on the edge of the altar and staring into her own dead eyes…

Crescent didn’t know it, but the corpse had moved… Its head had tilted and its eyes had turned to lock onto Autumn’s with such ferocious anger… Such evil that would frighten even another devil…

The huntress watched the Sprigatito staring at herself, and then spoke up…

“What do you need… Sis?”

Autumn’s breathing came shakily… Crescent couldn’t tell if she was about to start crying, or if she was so furious that she could barely hold it back…

She turned with a maddened look in her eye…

“Blood...”
For months… They obeyed her command… The Devil of course knew what was going on in his house, but he observed passively and without letting them know. He always was watching, waiting… Staring from the shadows, they felt his gaze always…

But Autumn was the one giving the vicious orders… She was the one who flared with energy, to the point where she evolved simply so she could get two paws to work with again.

She attempted to go further, but she couldn’t… She couldn’t access her full power, and every time that corpse’s gaze seemed to focus in hatred on her’s… She felt a part of her lost...

But there was no time to contemplate it. She scratched runes into the floor around the altar, she slit her own vein and drained just enough blood to last until more could be fed to the distillery, and she even at times settled her paws against the corpse’s middle and FORCED her former body, by her own demonic power, to continue working…

She didn’t sleep… She ate only enough to keep her going, and spoke only the words that were necessary, spitting demands or hissing in fury when someone questioned her… And if they dared argue twice, they met the same fate as Crimson had, (several times in fact, since she had such a confrontational temper…).

She was dishevelled. She was in pain… But she knew that if she ever let her focus slip… If she miscalculated how much blood she needed, if she missed a symptom she had to heal… If her power went astray for but an instant…

No. It would not. It could not...

Desperation had sunk in a long time ago. Now she forced Crescent to hunt daily, and nothing challenging either. The youngest demon sister had almost thought she would enjoy the weeks let loose on the poor, unsuspecting populace around the manor… But it became sick even to her to drag screaming Pokemon from the under-brush, and slit their throats without a word…

Madness was the only way to describe it… A horror Autumn forced upon the world, to save her babies… She would have plunged herself into that grinder if she thought it might help at all…

Crimson hated her, and couldn’t understand why she was so obsessed. Babies like that would just be drawn to Lavender’s tummy and reborn, as a different species of course… Ghosts, or some undead. Not able to feel much, not like a normal Pokemon… But still, they’d be there… Wasn’t that enough…?

But still. She had to help her sister. No matter her fury and hatred, she had to make sure her sister… Her family… remained whole.

But no amount of Pokemon dragged out of the sea, or the forest, could sustain that wilting corpse forever… Like a flower, snipped at the stem and set within a pretty vase, it drank what it had in its container, and then began to wither when it ran out…

Autumn made sure it never ran out… She hissed and snapped and even roared whenever someone tried to pull her away, tried to distract her… Tried to do anything but help her babies…

Crescent understood. She ran herself ragged to get as many corpses per day as she could… Crimson was far more lazy about it, not caring near as much about the babies as she did her desperate sister…

Autumn didn’t have the capacity to hate anyone right now, except those who took her from her babies. But as she watched her belly swell from a different angle than looking down, she began to feel a spark of hope…

Even when the surrounding forests were so depopulated… Even when the waters near the Manor had begun to claim a reputation for fanged horrors in the depths…

Even when she was forced to saw away her corpse’s limbs to feed to the grinder, for just a bit more blood for her babies…

Even then. She felt she might succeed…

And then, the time came where she very nearly had…

A huge belly that nearly dwarfed the mutilated, limbless corpse below it. The babies moved healthily inside and their silhouette could even be seen when a light was shined through, so taut was Autumn’s flesh that it was a mere prick from bursting…

Or so she’d hoped…

The others gathered around, watching with sunken eyes and bated breath. They watched the little Floragato reach her sharpened claws up and drag them down her middle…

Disturbingly, not a drop of fluid came out… She peeled her flesh back to reveal the womb inside, stretched to perfect smoothness like a pearl for the pressure…

The claw snapped the moment it was pressed too firmly against it…

“No… No, NO! NOO!”

Autumn screeched as she scratched at the womb desperately. She could tell that perhaps if she clawed hard enough it would make a tiny mark... But she would break her nails off over and over in trying to get through to her babies that way, no matter how sharp they were…

She fed them too much… She gave this demonic body all the blood it demanded to keep her children safe and alive… And now, she had given so much that the womb was reinforced through excessive nutrition…

Autumn had fed it as much as it needed to save her babies, but in the end, it might have doomed them...

Crescent stepped forward, and with a glint of moonlight, produced her blade. She lifted it, and Autumn turned with her back raised. Her fur was stood on end, and Crescent nearly dropped her scythe for the psychotic look in her sister’s eye…

“Do not… HURT THEM…”

“I wasn’t… I was…”

Autumn spun back to the corpse to demonstrate why such a huge blade shouldn’t be used; she pressed her paw firmly against the womb. It stretched down only a centimetre, perhaps less, revealing the silhouette of her tightly curled Sneasel children…

There was so little give to it… The babies were under such a thin layer of demonic skin that anything but a precise blade would cut them too… And to come so far, just to see her babies suffocate in a womb she couldn’t pierce…?

“If we… If we push on ‘you’, it should…” Crimson began, but she bit her tongue when Autumn’s piercing glare was turned on her instead…

“If you do that without a mama PUSHING WITH YOU, you’ll just CRUSH THEM!”

Crimson lifted her arms nervously. Her throat hurt all of a sudden…

“What do you want us to do, sis…?”

Autumn panted rapidly… She held her chest as if her heart would burst, while her body shook like mad…

“I… I don’t… I don’t KNOW!!!”

She had driven Crescent as hard as she could… Demanded Crimson do the same… Her children even helped, and everyone else had too… And it hadn’t amounted to anything…

She spun and suddenly leapt off the altar. She shoved Crescent aside as she ran through the manor in a full sprint…

No.  Not everyone. Someone had watched… Someone had watched like they always did, instead of HELPING HER BABIES!!!

The door to the Devil’s room burst open. He turned to glance over his shoulder, not a hint of surprise in his knowing look. Autumn stomped over to him, climbed onto his desk, scattered his work, and gripped his collar…

“HELP. THEM!”

The Master raised his eyebrow in quiet amusement that such a little kitty had decided to barge in, to demand things…

“Help them, dear… Do you really think I would simply let them die if I could have helped them?”

Autumn’s expression cracked. Tears sprung to her eyes and burned as they slithered down her face…

“All of it couldn’t be for nothing! I know you can pierce that womb…! I know you can help… Why aren’t you helping me?! Aren’t we family… aren’t… we…”

She broke to tears… Her face slumped against his chest, and she began to sob softly… She had been awake so long… Tried so hard! And all of it would be useless…

The Devil lifted his hand suddenly…

And then reached up to pet her softly...“I cannot free your babies. I do not have the precision. Those dark creatures who are experts in child-rearing are too far and too aloof to be any help, and though my hands are precise, were I to try… Were I to put the force needed to break that womb open…? It would harm one, or both of your babies… Perhaps it would simply nick their arm and deform them… Or… Perhaps it would hit something vital… Do you wish to take that chance?”

Autumn only sobbed harder. Her whimpers and desperate whines turned incoherent as she clawed weakly at him, leaving no marks but just desperate to pull him down… So he could see, so he could see what she needed!

Why couldn’t he see…

“...There is a way, dear Autumn…”

She jerked her head up… She was panting shakily, her heart thudding against her chest so hard that the Devil could watch each beat…

“You need to birth your children…”

He lowered his other hand, that had been hidden all this time. A sharp dagger laid there in his palm, glinting in even the dim light of the Devil’s abode…

“I might have a solution… But it is a dire one… And it may not work. As I said, the experts in this matter stretch across the void… But I am not helpless.”

He stood, her in one arm and the knife lightly twirling in the other. He walked through the halls with a purposeful stride, eyes focused ahead…

“You… Will have to return to your body. Part of you still lingers in that body, sutained by the bloody rituals you performed, and it kept it healthy enough to grow your babies… Now it needs your willpower, your determination, to drive the babies from its insides once and for all… But you must return to it… You must suffer the pains of a half-dead form, and the agony of labour…”

He stood now in the doorway of the distillery. He walked over to the basin, the other demon sisters parting and bowing respectfully as he did… stunned that Autumn had retrieved him so fast…

“Now the only question i-”

“Do it.”

He looked down at her, and a proud smirk crept over his face. She stared with eyes that glowed brighter than her oven’s fire…

“Do it. Do whatever you think will work, for my BABIES!”

He turned without another word and set the Floragato against the Meowscarada corpse…

He aligned their hearts… He lifted the dagger…

Autumn stared into her own eyes, and then closed them…

She felt the blade pierce her through, twice, and then felt everything fall away into darkness…

When she awoke, she felt numb, and yet in so much pain…

She let her mouth fall gently open, and drooled a bit of excess ichor. She turned he eyes to look up at her split belly, and then down at the Floragato corpse moments before it was tossed carelessly into the grinder…

“Crimson. Crescent… Help your sister.”

The two stepped forward, understanding without being told twice. Crimson got behind her, and Crescent placed her hands atop the belly… Two different angles, so they could mimic the direction of a contraction…

“Ready, Autumn…?” Crescent asked. Crimson looked nervous as the corpse, unmoving this whole time, nodded its head very softly…

Something evil still burned in those eyes… But that evil was taken over entirely by the unwavering need, the determination indeed, to free her babies… She breathed in softly… Closed those glassy eyes, and…

Kkrrrrrrrrrrrkkkktch…!

Crimson was as gentle and as smooth as she could be. She pressed down firmly as if she was giving her sister a hug. Crescent pressed with her own strength and guided the babies so they didn’t simply be crushed… But she couldn’t do it alone…

Autumn trembled… Her ragged half limbs twitched and pushed down against the stone below her. She felt old wounds open, oozing sap and other fluids, as her eyes rolled back under the lids…

She had never experienced anything like this… In her healthy body, this kind of burden would have been so intense that she would have passed out more than once, even passed away… But her senses were dulled and STILL this agony throbbed from within like a radiant coldness… A freezing numbness that ate at her, and made her acutely aware of the loss of sensation…

A phantom pain… Echoes of agony this body had already experienced through those months of torment… As if she could feel the entire scope of it at once… If she could feel what this body was supposed to be feeling… The great shadow loomed over her… What all Devils meet again and again, and yet which still grips their hearts, stone or not, and shatters them…

Death loomed… And she was more terrified that it placed its blade against her midsection than her throat...

But enough of her nerves had shrivelled away, and by some bizarre twist of fate, that was a good thing. Though the ache crept up from every angle, she could focus solely on the fact that she would soon be done…

Her babies would be free… If she could only accomplish this… If she could push hard enough...

“Hhhhhhhhggg…”

An unnatural, terrible noise gurgled up from her throat. Crimson winced, and then adjusted her grip to push down on her sister’s belly again. She heard things crunch and pop, but Crescent and the Master were observing closely… The Huntress’s hands pressed softly on the shoulders of one of the poor Sneasel, who had grown so large and strong with their special diet…

She had to be careful… The babies were still in mortal danger, even now. Autumn’s crumbling body wasn’t functioning properly, and if Crimson pushed too hard… If Autumn didn’t push ENOUGH, then...

“You can do it, sis…” Crescent whispered. Autumn trembled hard, but tried to curl into herself… Tried to position her pitiful form in a way that could indeed expel her babies, before they smothered under her withering Grass flesh...

Safety… Comfort… Warmth… All things she forgot about for herself, and instead desperately demanded her babies would have… For a moment, she forgot the world around her, and was focused solely on the mutilated, deformed orb on her hips… Torn to shreds, and still unyielding…

There was a thready gasp in her throat, her heart weakening… Thudding against her broken ribs and impaling itself on bony shards… How could she ever…? She wouldn’t be able to hold on… How many times could this happen…? How many times could she fall just short of the finish line before one of them stuck, and she could only watch through a fading gaze as her belly smothered her babies…

She could feel them… Fading… Or was that her? Were they still struggling strong, and her body had become so numb that she could barely feel them…? Would they be okay…? She felt that demon’s voice whispering in her soul again…

‘You failed… You KILLED them…’

Her eyelids fluttered… Dry of tears so long ago, she let loose a shuddering sob, and it was met with a soft, ominous chuckle… But not from the devil within...
Her eyes swivelled suddenly to that shadow in the corner… The Master… observing with pride and excitement at her devotion…

He was grinning excitedly… He didn’t seem to be worried about her little ones… And his confidence seemed to blow away the demonic whisper in her ear like dust against a typhoon…

Why else would he be grinning? He knew she could do it…

He knew she would do it...

She sat up suddenly, as much as she could… She braced herself, and...
“HHHHH!!!”

She let out a sharp breath, and with it a mist of red. She thumped back down against Crimson, who bared her shark fangs…

“Ready, Crescent…”

“Okay… One… Two… THREE!”

CRUNCH!!!

Autumn’s body was utterly destroyed… The babies were WRUNG out of her like she was a useless little washing cloth… She didn’t even react as her long-ago broken hips were shoved unnaturally wide, stretching her lower lips far beyond what they should have been able to do with their terrifying size, and falling free one after another. She was a ragged, dripping corpse by the end…

Her faded eyes fluttered and closed… She trembled…

She was unseeing… Unfeeling… She didn’t even know if her babies were alive… She didn’t know if she succeeded…

Her view darkened against her will… Her eyes fell closed…

Crimson dropped Autumn, and she fell aside, limp and cold. The two living Demon Sisters stared down with trepidation...

“One from the Mountain regions and… One from the snowy regions… See? Their markings and shape are different…” Crescent stared nervously… Crimson crossed her arms, her eyes closed, and a look of annoyance on her face. All that effort, and the babies laid there, unmoving… What a waste of time...

Crescent turned, and reached down to pick them up. She blinked in surprise upon realizing they were already gone…

The Master had moved unseen and with such swiftness as they had rarely witnessed. He held one cradled in each arm, his head bowed, and his body swaying…

His fingers drew along each of their spines… Pressed into their backs…

There was a pair of gentle gasps, and then…

‘...waaaaaahh…!’

The two newborns clung to him, and yet he seemed to have no trouble handling their size as they began to squirm weakly. He transferred them into one arm, so he could extract the ritual dagger again and draw it along his first and second fingers. With his blood hissing against the tile, he placed one gently against each of the Sneasel’s lips…

They desperately lapped at the blood, and slowly calmed…

“There we are… Just like your mother, so long ago...”

The Master nodded and turned to the other sisters. He looked first to Crescent, who was smiling with relief, and then Crimson… who was staring with her mouth agape...

“...She… Did it?”

Before an answer could be given, Lavender’s screech could be heard in the distance. Crescent and Crimson met each others’ gaze, and then turned to look as a sopping wet newborn Sprigatito ran into the room…

She skidded to a stop as Crescent moved aside, giving her a view of the babies in the Master’s arms...

Autumn’s haggard face brightened… Her eyes fluttered…

“I… Did… it…”

Panting, she collapsed… She pressed her paws to the eyes and gave a relieved sob… And then, she promptly passed out.

The Master chuckled and turned back to Crescent.

“Collect your sister… Ensure she sleeps well in her chambers. Her babies will be placed there shortly.”

She nodded, trotted over, and picked up the leafy kitten, who was dead asleep. Crescent couldn’t help but think she deserved it after her months long ordeal. The Master watched with something akin to tenderness in his eyes as she cradled her sister and left…

Then he turned and looked at Crimson…

The so-called Eldest Demon Sister… The one who had been here the longest… And yet, she seemed more concerned with cleaning her arms off and turning to leave than checking on her sister.

She was always a bit callous… A little thorny, a little like the thrashing waves of a monsoon… And yet…

She had helped with little hesitation. She could have told Autumn to go die, and left her to suffer. Instead, she extended her strength to crush her sister’s obstacles.


But Crimson also clearly didn’t understand why these two babies could be so important that Autumn would put herself through such a desperate, bloody struggle just to save them…

What was one or two more babies? The Swarm was always growing, and it was all she needed. Between her rage, and her childishness, she could never see herself having any children beyond her obedient and dull-witted little piranha…

And… Yet...

The Master watched Crimson float from the room, and head back to the sea. He walked up the stairs and peered out of a picture window, watching the tide roll in and out… He grinned softly… A storm seemed to be on the horizon… And Crimson was heading into it eagerly…", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Autumn Falls (GORE, BAD END?)", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" }, { "content_tag_id": "5", "name": "Strong Violence", "description": "Strong violence, blood, serious injury or death", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "173" }