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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/
      Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Dragon_Ball_Z
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, Original_Character-centric
  Series:
      Part 1 of Rising_from_the_Ashes
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-05-30 Chapters: 3/? Words: 5792
****** Arc One: In Violence Forged ******
by Yaoi_Scribe
Summary
     Gaelrick is a twisted sadist with his eyes set on Eyadei a Saiyan
     medic who has caught the attention of the Crown Prince on the verge
     of becoming king. Slowly warming up to the idea, he has no chance of
     telling the royal as he's violently dragged to a remote location by
     Gaelrick who is quite intent on making as much trouble for the king
     as he does to the Clan he holds nearly hostage. To him neither enemy
     nor ally is safe and all who fall afoul of him quickly regret it.
     This is the story of his bloodline; of their trials, tragedies, and
     triumphs. *contains dark themes all applicable warnings within
     chapters PLEASE HEED THEM*
Notes
     This Trilogy (Which is what it's going to end up being) focuses on a
     Clan of Saiyans that I've created who I love enough to share. This is
     not a happy story so if dark stories are not your thing then I would
     highly suggest you just skip this one. It will involve a slew of
     things from scarring, forced incest, death, and rape and as each
     chapter comes I will give fair warning on what to expect. As with all
     my stories comments and constructive criticism is always welcome and
     well-received.
     This prologue introduces the main antagonist who is one of the most
     hated of my OCs and the only one I have no sympathy for who has no
     redeeming quality other than he sires one of my favorite OCs, and one
     of the protagonists a Saiyan medic who ends up on the wrong side of
     this sadist. Prevalent warnings for this chapter include: a lot of
     angst, violence, and mutilation that causes scarring. Read at your
     own risk.
***** Prologue: In the Beginning *****
Prologue: In the Beginning...
Fingers wrap tightly around his wrist giving him no escape and a pained hiss
escapes through gritted teeth. “If you don't release me...”
“You're going to do what; scream? Are you really so sure you want to do that
with what you know I'll do to him if he is stupid enough to come to your aid?”
The voice was like honeyed poison and makes the dark haired Saiyan's stomach
churn. “You wouldn't dare be that stupid, Gaelrick.”
“Do you really want to test to see what I'll do to our prince, Eyadei?”
Honestly, no he didn't because he had a sneaking suspicion that he knew what
would happen at that point. Gaelrick was strong, of that there was no doubt,
but he was also sadistically cunning and it wasn't something that Eyadei wanted
to risk near the royal about to be crowned king. The grip tightening tells him
that an answer was desired before more pain would be dealt and Eyadei wasn't in
the mood to be further harassed by the brunette before him. “L-let go of me,
Gaelrick. I'm not interested in whatever you want. I have things to do in the
medical wing and you are not...” He's not prepared for the sudden and very
violent reaction that has him hitting his knees, his wrist still held now at a
more painful angle, and a hot pain as the others nails tear into his skin his
eye barely close in time to keep from getting sliced as well. The male kept his
nails sharp for this reason and they cut flesh well. He smells the scent of
blood and a snarl escapes him. “F-fuck you...Let GO!” he growls struggling
against the other. However, his chosen profession as a medic had his build
slighter than the male before him and a physical altercation has the other the
clear winner.
So it comes as no surprise when he's hauled from the palace struggling to keep
from being bodily dragged by the taller male as he feels the blood slide down
his face. He was pretty sure his wrist was broken in addition to everything but
all he could focus on was the fact that he was probably never going to see the
palace or the spiky-haired royal who had been trying to court him for three
months now.
As pain finally overshadows everything else as the grip tightens, as his body
finally protests the other injuries sustained from being struck and slammed
into a wall by the other, he stops paying attention to where they are going.
His focus is only returned when he's tossed onto a rather scratchy cot. He
grits his teeth as he brings his hand up and presses it against his throbbing
skin. “Y-you have no tact, Gaelrick,” he grits out angrily.
“Oh, I'm sorry that I'm not as emotionally charming as our prince,” comes the
sneered response, “I don't have time for such stupidity. You, however, are
going to do as I tell you if you'd like to remain breathing.”
“Oh, I can't imagine why you're not popular,” Eyadei mutters, “You have such a
charming personality.” A moment later, his hair is twisted in a violent grip
and he's dragged from the cot towards the other.
“You do not want to see what I'm capable of, Eyadei, you really don't.”
“Oh, I can give a few guesses,” he grits out.. Getting dragged a few feet
towards the embers of a newly outed fire has the medic suddenly a little afraid
of what might be happening in a few seconds. Watching the other press the end
of a poker against a still glowing coal has him quite worried. “Gaelrick...” He
never gets a response. What he does get is the poker once hot slashed across
the same spot the others fingers had grazed twice eliciting a sharp cry of pain
and him attempting to jerk free with no luck. The others grip is unyielding and
the feel of the hot item pressed against his skin has him nearly howling in
agony.
He isn't sure when the other dumps him back onto the cot, his skin singed,
bleeding, and sparking pain hard enough to form tears which only make it hurt
worse so he struggles to hold them back. “You'll learn to do as you are told
the first time around, Eyadei, or you'll find yourself not liking the end
result.”
A thousand different retorts occur to him but he realizes that it might be a
very bad idea so he just bites his tongue and curls up trying to ease the pain
as best as he could while inwardly cursing the bastard for being who he was.
“When I come back, I expect you to be a little more willing to do as you are
told, Eyadei.” The parting commentary has him almost laughing snidely. It
wasn't like the other was giving him much of a choice and right now he was in
too much pain to try and handle either his wrist or his face and he was pretty
sure it was going to leave a nasty scar. 'Your luck sucks,' he thinks to
himself, 'This is what you get for having feelings for one Saiyan while another
wants to own you and doesn't play nicely.'
To be honest, Eyadei had been trying to avoid Gaelrick for almost three years
as the other was no one he'd ever associate with let alone have any feelings
for. He'd wanted to focus on his career choice and be left alone as he was good
at medicine. While he trained to keep toned and fit, he wasn't as muscled as
the male who was making his life miserable as he kept coming into the infirmary
where he was trying to make something of himself. It was solved, surprisingly
one day when one of their arguments was interrupted as the crown prince was
brought in needing immediate care and the other medics were busy. It had taken
Eyadei three hours to stabilize the brunette Saiyan who had obviously had one
hell of a fight and kept Gaelrick from bothering him. He'd needed to keep the
royal in the infirmary for a few days which turned out to be easier than
expected as the other found him intriguing. Honestly, he should have known then
that it was a bad idea to talk to the other but hadn't been able to help it.
After that, the prince was a constant visitor there which definitely kept
Gaelrick at bay as he wasn't stupid enough at the time to go against the crown
prince. Eyadei found himself becoming fond of the other who was five years
younger than himself but acted far older which he was sure was a product of his
position.
Things had come to a head when it was obvious that Vegeta was interested in him
and that Eyadei was actually starting to warm up to the idea. Gaelrick had
found out and in usual fashion had been quite not happy with the thought.
Eyadei just hadn't thought that it would evolve into this. Closing his eyes,
the black haired male wonders if he shouldn't have just said yes three years
ago and spared himself this. He was just of the mind that he had a right to
choose the mate he wanted to be with, that he wanted to be submissive to. As he
slowly manages to fade off, he whispers miserably, “Vegeta...”
***** Part One: Learning Not to Disappoint HIM *****
Chapter Notes
     Eyadei learns the hard way that failing to get the results Gaelrick
     wants comes with a hefty price. This chapter contains violence,
     angst, mutilation that leaves scarring, forced oral, and non-con.
Part One: Learning Not to Disappoint HIM
Staring at his reflection, Eyadei nearly cringes at the scars over his eye. It
was a reminder that he didn't need of having to cater to a neurotic sadist who
didn't like not getting his way. Slowly, he pulls off his shirt cataloging the
bruises and cuts down his upper torso from the others violent actions during
sex though he wasn't sure that the violation it was could be even considered
sex. The place was empty which is why he attempted to take a good look at
himself. He didn't need anymore permanent reminders of the male he was
apparently stuck breeding for. Slowly, he peels the pants down grimacing at the
hard bruises where the others fingers had gripped his hips tightly more because
Eyadei kept trying to jerk away from him. He wasn't fond of the force the other
used and even less pleased that every encounter seemed more violent than the
last. Once he peruses all the injuries inflicted, he steps into the bathroom
before performing one more test as commanded by the male who was making things
quite miserable for him. This would mark the third month of this and the other
was growing annoyed at the continual response.
A few minutes later, he checks and feels his heart drop low. Another negative
result. That was definitely going to set off the brunette which is something
Eyadei was trying to avoid at all costs. Closing his eyes a moment, he
struggles to push down the fear that fills him. There was no point to freaking
out over things that couldn't be changed as they were. He would just have to
handle this and come up with something that would work. He refused to be
another victim to the others cruelty. The medic wasn't stupid, he knew that the
last three Saiyans to have been impregnated hadn't just disappeared when they
bore him daughters. Gaelrick had disposed of them. It wasn't the way Eyadei
planned on going if he could help it though if he didn't get pregnant and bear
the other a son it wasn't going to be avoidable at this point.
He showers and puts the test where the other could see it knowing better than
to even try lying to the male before he goes into the kitchen and searches for
the ingredients he'd need. Knowing the other when he saw the results there
would eventually be another encounter that Eyadei was going to hate if the
other didn't just kill him off. However, considering what dragging him here had
done, the medic couldn't just see that happening. No, he was pretty sure the
other would just make him miserable for this. He did, though, considerably
enjoy rubbing it in that the coronation had gone off without a hitch and that
King Vegeta was courting someone with the intent of making her queen. That
hadn't helped Eyadei's mood at all but somehow, he'd rather expected it.
Gaelrick was definitely a wanted fugitive and he didn't want to know what he
was considered at this point which is why they were out in the middle of no
where.
He shifts his focus onto what he's doing and not things that he wishes were
different because it wouldn't help to upset himself. He'd have enough of a
problem when the brunette showed up and he needed to finish this prior to that.
Maybe this one would work though he was beginning to fear that his body knew
just how little he liked this bastard touching him and was reacting in such a
way. Finishing the fertility drug, he whispers, “I know I hate him...I want
nothing to do with him but if I don't manage a male cub I'm not going to live
long enough to try and get back...so please...just...let this work and please
let it be a boy.” While the thought of introducing an innocent to the likes and
darkness of Gaelrick had his stomach churning further, he really had no choice
in the matter. Part of him just wondered what it was he was trying to get back
to if the King was going to be mated and he forces himself not to think too
hard on that or it made him want to just surrender and hope Gaelrick killed him
sooner rather than later.
Downing the concoction was worse as it tasted horrific and has him grimacing
and wrinkling his nose before gagging and having to get a glass of water before
his stomach revolted. He sips the water and wills his body to calm down. This
much overwhelming hysteria wasn't going to help anything. It takes a few
minutes for him to finally feel his stomach calm and he washes what was used
before putting them up. The bare living space bothered him but it was what came
of having to constantly worry about being found by someone whose one fault was
being very quick to anger and slow to forgive slights. Though Eyadei's sure
that finding them wasn't going to be an issue considering how dangerous it was
to even get to where they were. It made getting supplies somewhat difficult but
somehow, it was managed. Eyadei didn't even want to contemplate how that was as
he was sure he knew already.
He's almost calmed which was the closest he'd managed to get to a relaxed state
when dealing with things when he hears the door open. The others scent quickly
fills the small residence and has Eyadei inwardly cringing. He stays where he
is waiting for the other to see the paper and knowing that it was going to just
make him irate. There was no way he was going to face him before he had to.
“EYADEI!” The sound of his name has him flinching as the other really was not
happy with things. Wishing he didn't have to show himself and knowing what
would happen if he didn't, he slowly walks into view.
“Yes?” he asks quietly as if he didn't know what this was about. Watching the
fingers clench tightly warns the other to be careful in his responses though he
wasn't sure that even caution was going to help him at this point.
“I see that I'm going to have to give you better incentive to get your
cooperation in this matter apparently.” The tone is soft and far too sweet
which tells Eyadei that he was in serious trouble. He just couldn't get the
other to either listen or believe that this wasn't being done intentionally
that he was certainly not tempting the other into hurting him worse. Part of
him is pretty sure that the other isn't even mad as it gives him a reason to
cause Eyadei pain. That was something that the other seemed to find most
fulfilling was how badly he could hurt someone.
“I'm trying...” he protests even though it was useless to argue the point as
the other probably didn't care and was a good way to aggravate the male into
violence sooner. Which is why it doesn't come as a surprise when he's struck
across the face hard enough to send him to the floor. He stays in a kneeling
position knowing better than to rise to his feet as it would be seen as
defiance and that would not end well at all for Eyadei.
“You just don't learn well do you?” Gaelrick asks as he reaches down and grips
his hair, “I'm becoming highly annoyed with you, Eyadei, and you know that's a
bad idea.” He jerks his head back at a painful angle forcing him to gaze up at
him.
“F-forgive me, sir,” he manages to get out knowing that this was becoming
increasingly dangerous and that he needed to get the other to calm down before
he really did end up dead. It was just becoming harder and harder to find a
reason to think that was a bad thing as time went on.
The fingers tighten before he watches that familiar cruel smile appear. “I
don't think so...but I think I might now something that might give you a little
more of an incentive to do as you are told in a prompt manner, Eyadei.” The
words are followed by him being dragged to a small ratty couch and shoved into
it before the other walks to the cold fireplace. Eyadei's eyes widen as he
watches him start a small fire.
“N-no...please...” He was pretty sure that pleading wasn't going to spare him
from what was coming and he hates the weakness that it makes him feel but the
thought of having the other scar him more was nearly unbearable. He despised
the first ones given by the male and didn't want another set to remind him that
he was stuck with a monster and completely unworthy of anyone else even coming
close to touching him. His plea is responded to with a snide chuckle as the
other watches the coals turn red as they heat up. Closing his eyes, Eyadei
sends up a silent prayer he knew was going to be ignored for some sort of help.
Nothing had been forthcoming thus far.
He's proven right as he watches the other remove the poker and turn towards
him. For a second, he contemplates trying to get to the door but that would
only bring about more pain when the other caught up to him. That is the only
reason he remains on the couch as the other approaches. As much as he wished he
could chance it, he knew the probability of escaping was non-existent and there
was no point in testing the others patience or incurring more pain than what
was already planned.
He rethinks that as his hair is gripped seconds before the poker would be
dragged across his cheek, the searing pain drawing a choked scream from him
even as he struggles to lock his jaw. The motion would be repeated crossing the
first and Eyadei struggles harder to keep silent hating that it amused the
other so much to watch his victims suffer. He was just sure what was sure to
follow would be worse than that.
His head is finally released, the pain throbbing through him churning his
stomach and he's glad the other walks back across the room as he struggles to
keep from throwing up. That would probably be the worst idea at the moment
though for a second he's not sure it matters before his stomach slowly settles
and he can take a full breath without feeling violently ill. Hearing the other
come close, his body tenses though he was sure he knew what was coming; how
could he not with the scent of arousal heavy in the air and it not being his?
His hair is gripped again before being tilted upwards. “Let's see if you're not
a little more compliant with me after this.”
Eyadei grits his teeth and wishes the other to the very depths of hell for all
of this but knows better than to ever come close to saying that to his face.
Instead, he manages a quiet, “Y-yes, sir.”
“Then put that mouth to a better use than pissing me off, slut. NOW.” With that
said, he releases his hair obviously knowing that the other would comply
without complaint and certainly without violence. He'd be right, too. Eyadei
was not courageous enough to cause the other harm. He knew better than that.
Gaelrick was nothing if not creative on revenge and since he wasn't strong
enough to kill him there was no way to avoid what would happen after he tried
something so he just obeyed regardless of how much he wished it wasn't the male
before him that he had to do this to.
Slowly, he reaches out and tugs the others pants down inwardly grimacing at the
jutting flesh before him. It was a damn chore to have sex with this male when
his heart would never belong to him and what did it matter because he wasn't
Gaelrick's mate as the other had no time for such paltry bonds which is the
only thing that pleased him in all of this though it was kind of a cold comfort
if the others news held any truth. Though he had to remember that the king had
obligations to fulfill. He quickly shoves the thoughts of Vegeta away before
focusing on his task. He really just couldn't stand thinking about the male
while he was servicing Gaelrick because that's honestly what it came down to.
Mechanically, he goes about sliding his mouth down and relaxing his throat
before sucking the other deep. He could pretty much do this in his sleep which
was sad because a part of him had always known that things like this should be
enjoyed not done as some sort of obligation to another. He just lets his mind
go blank as he does this knowing from experience how to bring the other to the
edge of release because that is as far as the other would allow him to go
before withdrawing and commencing with violating him in a most unpleasant way.
Sometimes it bothers him how right he is as he feels the other withdraw before
Eyadei would find his spandex jerked down and him lifted as far up as was
needed before the other would bury himself hard in his body making the other
jerk and a choked sound escape. Regardless of how much he attempts not to
because he knows it's what pleases him most the choked sounds soon become
whimpers which eventually lead to him begging for him to stop, for no more, for
mercy. He's ignored of course and it just has the other laughing in that husky
tone that Eyadei just loathes hearing. It was always the same and he knew
pleading wouldn't help but he couldn't seem to manage to avoid it. As the pain
just seems to increase with every slam of the others hips, the bleeding medic
sends up another prayer to let him conceive so that if nothing else, Gaelrick
would leave him alone. It might be an awful thing to wish but he couldn't help
it.
***** Part Two: Bringing Light into Darkness *****
Chapter Notes
     Eyadei finally manages to do as Gaelrick demands and feels both
     frightened for the cub he carries and pleased that it might mean that
     the male will leave him alone. However, once the cub is born and it
     is indeed the son the other wants, Eyadei realizes that it might not
     be what he should worry about most when his defiant stance nearly
     costs him everything. This chapter contains M-preg, angst, violence,
     gore, and I'm about to make Gaelrick as a permanent warning...the
     male should be one...
Part Two: Bringing Light into Darkness
He slumps feeling a sense of both accomplishment and dread as he stares at the
current results. Gaelrick would be pleased, of that he had no doubt. He just
wasn't happy to have an innocent anywhere near the other though he has a
sneaking suspicion that if the child is another girl that it won't matter
anyway. He heard very little about the male's daughters only that their
unfortunate mothers had “vanished” and that the only reason they hadn't gone
the same way was that they could be mated when they were older. That was
definitely not something he'd wish on anyone sharing his bloodline. Sliding his
hand down to his stomach, he rubs the flat expanse of skin before whispering,
“I'm sorry...that you're coming into such a hell, little one.”
He was also sure it was going to be hell on him as there was no one else there
who could help him through what would be a very painful labor if he didn't
manage to find something to ease himself that didn't knock him unconscious.
Part of him is just sure that he's going to have to grit his teeth and bear it
as it would probably amuse the bastard who sired the child. Actually, he was
pretty sure it would amuse him. Gaelrick did get off on others pain especially
if he was the underlying cause of it. However it turned out, Eyadei would
manage. He was becoming frighteningly good at that. Necessity made it
unavoidable.
The door opens signaling Gaelrick's return and he merely sits there not feeling
the need to try and avoid the other considering the circumstances would be to
the others liking this time around. He wasn't expecting the other to be kind;
far from it but he was pretty sure that he wasn't getting another set of scars
to add to the two sets that already disfigured him in his mind. The male steps
into the doorway and raises an eyebrow seeing him merely sitting there with the
results. “I am suspecting that you don't think the results are going to
displease me since you aren't cowering in another room.”
“I'm pregnant,” he says simply as he slides the results closer to the edge of
the table nearest the other.
“It's about damn time, Eyadei. Let's hope for your sake...that it's a boy.”
He would make a not so subtle threat out of it which comes as no surprise to
the medic. Eyadei merely nods his head knowing that arguing with the other was
pointless and only brought pain. Hopefully, this pregnancy would be easier on
him than the male was though he wasn't looking forward to any sort of hormonal
inclination that could even be slightly described as desire for the other. That
would just be the most disturbing thing about this because there was no way in
a million years that he would want the other to touch him. He despised the
other touching him even in Heat but that had more to do with the fact that the
other was a sadistic asshole who had no compassion in him. He'd rather have no
sex than endure what the other put him through. Unfortunately, the other didn't
seem to like giving him a choice in the matter so he hoped his body would give
him a break. It would be nice. He's just not about to hold his breath for that.
Three months is all it takes for Eyadei to decide that fate was enjoying making
him miserable as the mood swings get to the point where he was pretty sure that
he was going to spend a lot of time either on the floor bleeding from a blow to
the mouth or being shoved against whatever surface was around because Gaelrick
just did not see the point in being understanding of his condition. If that
wasn't enough, the changes that were taking place, and his over-active libido
were making him just wish that he'd slit his own throat before he'd allowed
this. However, being a medic meant following what they stood for and that was
healing and helping others which meant letting as little harm befall the cub he
carried as he could. Gaelrick just didn't make it easy on him. In fact, part of
him was thinking that the child would be lucky to be carried to term though the
other part was quick to point out that Gaelrick knew what kind of pain could be
inflicted before he'd miscarry and stayed inside that limit.
Starting to lactate is even more embarrassing and listening to the brunette's
amused, snide commentary about it or when he would tug and pull a swollen
nipple until milk would dribble out before making a caustic joke about it made
Eyadei quite tempted to sock him but he refrained and just took the teasing in
stride knowing that there was nothing he could do without harming himself or
the cub though it was mostly him who would pay for that. He just watched the
calendar and prayed for this to be over soon as much as he prayed for the cub
to be healthy. However, there were nights that would find him in the kitchen
staring at herbs that when mixed together would mean imminent death for the
child he carried. Those nights were the worst as he wondered how he could even
contemplate such an act of cruelty before he'd remind himself of who it was
that had helped make the small being. He never did it, his nerves and guilt
always won out but it was becoming a tug-of-war with his conscience over this
that he didn't like at all.
Finally all the enduring, praying, hoping, long nights, body changes, moods,
and serious contemplations of murder come to an end as his water breaks early
in the morning. Having to handle this by himself was excruciating but he closes
his eyes and focuses on what he needed to do to get his cub safely into the
world. It's just hard to handle as every nerve flares with every contraction.
Sweat soon slicks his skin as it seems to take forever for the cub he carried
to decide that it actually wants to come out. An agonizing four hours would
pass before he'd finally get the chance to cut the cord and clean up the
wailing bund before wrapping a blanket around the naked form. “H-hello, son,”
he whispers, “I'm just...not sure this was a great time to come into being.” He
cradles the small form close and knows that things were going to be a lot more
complicated now that Gaelrick had the son he sought.
He's not alone long before Gaelrick returns and stills seeing the state of the
sheets and small form in Eyadei's arms. “So?”
“You have a son,” Eyadei says evident tiredness in his tone before he'd level a
glare at the other, “And I don't care what you think; he is MY son, too, so I'm
naming and taking care of him.”
“You think so do you?” Gaelrick asks as his eyebrow raises.
“No, I know so,” Eyadei retorts curtly, “I didn't spend nine months carrying
him to let someone else nurse him. No, Gaelrick. He is MINE.” He'd known that a
wet nurse had been needed for each of the male's three daughters but he wasn't
letting someone have that right when it came to the boy he cradled.
“You sure you want to make that much of a fuss, Eyadei?”
“I'm sure,” he replies.
The feel of the other lifting the infant from him has him startled but that
doesn't compare to how he feels when he's hauled from the bed and dragged
outside naked, slick from sweat and blood, and weakened from the ordeal of
pushing the male out. “Then I tell you what; if you're alive in about twelve
hours then I'll let you breastfeed and name the brat.” Eyadei is about to
demand why he thought that would be such a hardship when the other forms a KI-
blade and slits his throat open on the same side of the scars across his eye
and smirks before stalking away.
Eyadei presses his hands to his bleeding neck and closes his eyes struggling to
calm his breathing and his pulse. He had no materials to use as a bandage
thanks to having been naked while giving birth and flinally slides his own tail
up around his neck pressing hard struggling to staunch the blood flow and to
give it time to close on its own. Dizziness soon overtakes him and he wonders
if when he'd wake up, he'd be dead and really things wouldn't matter anymore
before the darkness wraps around him and drags him under.
It's a strange pressure that he wakes to and his vision clears slowly before he
figures out what it is as pain greets him which clearly spoke that he was alive
even if the sight of the small brunette against his chest didn't. The soft
sucking sounds have him blushing as he slowly becomes aware of the sensation of
the other as he feeds. “Well, what's his name?” Gaelrick's voice makes him turn
his head slowly to look at the other.
“His...Oh...R-right...I earned that didn't I?” he manages before adding
quickly, “Lygoren...His name is Lygoren.”
“Well, I guess it could be worse,” the other replies snorting, “You're far too
compassionate, Eyadei. However, there is a compromise to be had in all of this;
You are allowed to breast feed him until he's weaned. After that, he NEVER
knows who you are. Ever. Or you die. That goes for anyone who may come after.
You are the medic and NOTHING more. Do I make myself clear?”
Eyadei stares at him wondering how the other could demand such a cruel thing.
“If I refuse?”
“You die,” comes the cold reply.
Eyadei stares down at the cub he carried, the child he would never be able to
claim and feels his heart break. “As you command, sir.” It was the hardest
agreement he'd shown in a long time and it hurt. Oh did it hurt. Tears form and
he gently brushes his fingers through the others brown hair. He'd never get the
chance to be called 'mama', never be able to watch him take his first steps,
say his first words, or protect him from the devil his father was. Struggling
to keep from crying, he starts humming a soft lullaby his own mother had used
to ease him when he'd been fussy as a child. Soon he would go from humming the
soft lullaby to singing softly.
“Strong be your steps, my child.
Gentle your fists when not at war
Firm be your stance on all things
Honor bound you are, my son.
Follow the path you choose
Whatever bitter ends may come
Remember the lessons taught
Know, son, above all, you are loved.”
“Whoever wrote that should be strung up somewhere,” Gaelrick mutters.
“It's just something that soothes to a calmer state if not to sleep,” Eyadei
replies curtly, “I don't know why it bothers you so much.”
“It's complete crap.”
There was just no winning with this male and it made Eyadei angry to hear his
caustic commentary about things he saw as trivial or paltry. He goes back to
just humming the tune ignoring the other as he had a limited amount of time
that he would get to spend with his son and he didn't want to waste a second of
it on being angry with Gaelrick.
Lygoren is tucked into his crib before Eyadei stares at himself in the mirror
and sighs softly at the cut. “Yet another lovely reminder,” he sighs as he goes
about bandaging it. He was a little surprised that he'd managed to get it to
close before he bled to death. He tightens the bandage before staring at
himself in the mirror. He might not be able to watch his son grow up but he
could be here if he played his cards right and played the game Gaelrick had set
before him. It wasn't perfect but as the medic, the ONLY medic it gave him
reason to see the other periodically for illness and whatnot. He could give
what strength he could to the other. He could just hope that Gaelrick wouldn't
be too hard on his own flesh and blood. Deep down, however, he is pretty sure
that Lygoren's road will be a hard and bitter struggle. He turns and stares at
the sleeping infant before walking over and gazing down at him and whispering,
“If you are out there...listening, watching, whatever, then please hear me and
protect my son. He doesn't deserve to grow up knowing fear and terror.
Please...have some mercy on him.”
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