《The Botched Summoning》Chapter 44 – Gut Feeling
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sorry for the late release, personal issues came up and i found my self helping my family in southern florida, this past weekend. this is the guaranteed chapter for last week and i hope to get another one out to make everything even. as always i want to thank mejinzs and rouge for their proof reading support.
without further ado Chapter 44
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“That was delicious, thank you.” Alexandarax said holding the stomach of his humanoid form.
“You’re welcome,” My mother replied as she started to collect the plates on my small table.
“Azazel, finish your food.” I said to the demoness who was staring at her corn.
“But it looks weird and tastes gross.” Azazel huffed from her chair.
“You need to eat it or the rest of your scales won’t grow in,” I lied which caused Ryan to choke a bit.
I glared at Ryan as Azazel started to eat.
“If I eat all my corn can I have some of the blue stuff?” Azazel asked with a smile.
“You know that is an outside food only.” I reminded the demoness as I took a piece of the chicken and tossed it into my gaping maw.
“Then can we go outside and I have some of the blue stuff?” She quickly responded.
“Azazel, the surrounding area would not survive you having some, so no.” I growled, “Now finish your food as it is almost time for you to get to bed.”
“Ok” she sighed as she picked at the rest of her corn.
I looked over at the rest of my family who were just staring at the exchange.
“What is the blue stuff?” Ryan hesitantly asked.
“Liquid mana would be my guess.” Alexandarax replied while picking something out from his pointed teeth.
“It’s mana,” I replied eyeing the two, “though when she eats it she typically releases the magic in a large spell, like a massive fireball or windstorm. That is why it is an outside food.”
“Called it,” Alexandarax grinned still sitting in his chair.
“How old are you?” I asked in disbelief.
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“I don’t know I stopped counting after the first few millennia.” Alexandarax remarked.
“How long is a mallinza?” Azazel asked, all of her food suspiciously gone.
“A very long time,” I replied as I stood up and gingerly grabbed my plate and cup with my tail. I walked over to the sink where my mother was cleaning the dishes, and set them down next to her.
“Thank you, for bringing them over.” My mom said as she scrubbed a pot, “If someone told me that my son had turned into a dragon I would have laughed in their face, now… I guess I should be careful, as it might be true.”
“Mom…”
“The only thing that I want for all my kids is for them to be happy,” My mom chuckled as she set the clean pot down next to her, “and from the short time I have seen you interacting with Azazel, I could tell that you’re happier than you have been in a long time, even if you’re slightly scalier.”
“Don’t knock the scales,” I smiled, “they are more useful than you know.”
“Well I better get back home; I still have to clean up what is left of your father’s place.” She sighed.
“I know, but don’t go through that much trouble, he was an ass.” I replied, and as I thought of that beast of a man, my anger boiled a bit.
“Quit leaking mana, ya whelp, or do you want to get us found out.” Alexandarax shouted from the table.
I took a deep breath and calmed my anger as I headed into the living room where Ryan was finishing his homework.
“Y’all finished with your homework?” I asked as I looked over his shoulder.
“Just have to finish this chemistry problem.” He replied still concentrating on his work.
“Ok, but I think that mom is leaving to head home soon, and you might want to leave as well.” I informed my brother.
“I have everything I need so I should be fine and I can head to school from here, do you mind if I stay the night?” Ryan asked as he looked up from his work.
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“Sure, but you have the couch.” I replied as I saw mom gathering up her things.
“I hope you don’t mind that I don’t see you out,” I chuckled a bit, “I mean if the neighbors saw me they might have an issue with it.”
“I understand, I will come check on the place every few days while you are gone, just come back and visit soon.” My mom said as she came and gave me a hug before she left.
“Well, now that she is gone, you ready to go?” Alexandarax asked as he walked into the living room with a strange piece of meat.
“I am ready, but where did you get that piece of meat?” I asked staring at the man-dragon.
“Something I had stored in my hoard stomach.” He replied as he took another bite of the meat shank.
“What is a ‘hoard stomach’?” I tentatively asked the older dragon.
“I guess it is to be expected,” Alexandarax sighed as he contorted his mouth into an inhuman shaped and shoved the rest of the shank down his throat, “that is a hoard stomach, it is an organ that creates a little pocket of space where you can store things, the only limit is what you can fit in your mouth.”
“I see…” I replied, more than disturbed by that piece of anatomy that I never knew I had.
“Didn’t your mama ever prime yours?” he huffed stretching his jaw.
“No,” I flatly replied, “you just saw my mother leave, is there another way that I can get this gullet, without being primed, whatever that means?”
“Well young wyrmling, first she can’t be your mother, she is the wrong species. Second, I can try to prime your stomach, it but I don’t have the same control as the women of our species, I have a feeling that it would end poorly if I tried, though you can try it yourself but it might cause a small explosion if you fail.” He replied as he stretched his jaw once again and spat out the same, half eaten, chunk of meat he was munching on before.
“That is a new level gross,” Ryan said standing in the door, his face turning white as he ran towards the bathroom.
“You’ll get over it.” Alexandarax chuckled at Ryan as he took another bite out of the meat, “though young wyrmling, I am sure that you will meet the other two, they have an… uncanny ability to find me.”
“Ok…” I replied as I started to creep away from the disturbing dragon.
I left the dragon to his mad muttering as I headed toward the bedroom, where I could hear Azazel humming some odd melody.
“It is time for bed,” I said to the demoness as I walked into the bedroom, plastic block scattered around the demoness.
“I don’t wanna go to bed, I want to play with the blocks some more!” She wined as she crossed her arms and began to pout.
“You can play with the block tomorrow, and we might be able to take the blocks with us when we head back home.” I said as I picked up the demoness with my tail, avoiding the plastic landmines and placed Azazel into the bed.
“Are we going home tomorrow? I miss Lilith and Uncle Therin, and Aunt Atheros.” Azazel said as she snuggled up under a large blue comforter.
“We shall see,” I replied as I nuzzled my snout against her face before I left the bedroom, turning the lights off as I left.
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