AN: Oh garlic knots, how I love thee so.

Another chapter today, folks. I am in a GOOD mood at the moment. So please, enjoy, and as always, if you have any questions, comments, or concerns, let me know down below.

EDIT: Forgot to add an NSFW tag to it, and it's for some detailed descriptions of blood and gore.

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"The bear-kin girl is pregnant. Abnormally pregnant," said the torturer as he ate what looked like smoked meat.

"What do you mean by 'Abnormally'?" I asked, looking incredulous at hearing of her pregnancy. I had hoped to see her cry and beg as I and the torturer began mutilating her body until she died. You see, he had some new "toys" that were mainly for females, but because the cat-kin twins had been sold off for quite the pretty penny, the only one left was her.

"Best you see it for yourself," he made a motion to follow him, while my thralls carried a few bulging, bloody sacks. Within the sacks were the heads of supposed leaders of the beastman tribe she was living with, and I wanted to see her reaction when they were revealed.

From the human's little office, we rounded a corner and found the naked bear-kin chained to a stone wall. She was slumped forward, and we could see a variety of scratches and scars covering her entire body. "Wake it," he commanded one of his apprentices, who plashed her body with a bucket of water. She gasped and raised her head to dart around the interior. She was afraid, and the most likely culprit was the alpha wolf. However, as much as it pleased me to see her frightened, I was here to see her bulging abdomen.

It was as though she had swallowed several dozens of orbs the size of a small child's fist, and they were packed together so much there looked to be little room for anything. What was really strange was the fact that she didn't seem bothered by this. Well, not until the orbs started moving, that is.

The orb shapes within her began churning in odd patterns, which made her gasp in pain, as a trickle of blood could be seen flowing from between her legs and at the corners of her lips. She began to cough up flakes of blood, when a face of some sort pressed up against her flesh. This intrigued me, and I inquired how long she had been like this. He replied saying it had become like this since last night, and the healers have no idea what to make of it.

I had begun to sigh when we heard the tearing of flesh, and a scream that punctured the air around us. It seems something was tearing its way out of the bear-kin, and we were rapped with attention for it. It was at this point we heard the excited barking of a large Shadow's Reaper, who was the alpha, and had sat down near the bear-kin. I could even see its tail blur at the arrival of whatever it was that was forcing its way into the world.

One of the Undying had dashed off to find a healer, as blood was pouring freely from between her legs. A shadowy head had pushed its way out of her abdomen, and was trying to pull the rest of its body free of its prison of flesh, blood, and organ meat. Indeed, even the organs surrounding her womb could be seen, and a long, bumpy tube that was her large intestines was seen hanging from her paling body. Half of a chewed liver and stomach fell out of her body, just as the creature landed upon the ground. No one moved towards them, not even myself. Well, not until the little creature began to cry, that is.

It was here that the alpha trotted over to it, and began to sniff at the blood and gore covered creature carefully. It scrunched its nose as though it had a bad smell about it, and decided to leave it where it was while it ate the few scraps of organ meat that littered the floor around the bear-kin. Who, by the by, was still alive as I could see her breathing, albeit in shallow gasps. She was dying, and I do believe her little brain was finally understanding what had happened, because her eyes were wide and crying at all the blood and gore that littered the ground before her.

I had just scooped up the little creature, wondering what it was, when a large troop of healers appeared. Many of them took one look inside the room, and began to retch up what they had eaten earlier that day. "What happened here, Dei?" I merely lifted the bloody creature in my arms, to which the one who asked the question raised an eyebrow, shrugged, then began to instruct all to begin healing the bear-kin quickly.

"Best not to heal her up completely," was my only order towards them, "She will die today, regardless of what you do. Just make sure she is coherent enough by the time you are through with her." A few stared at my body in horror and disgust, but I shrugged it off, "Her life isn't worth it, unless you wish to take her place?" Those that showed disgust quickly became terrified at the thought of enduring whatever it was she had gone through, and were quick to change their opinions rather quickly. Their reactions caused my lips to twitch into a sneer, as I turned around and left the room with the creature in my arms.

"There's a towel in my room," said the torturer, who dashed off to retrieve said object. Upon his return, I snatched up the towel, and began to gently remove as much of the blood and gore as I possibly could.

The creature whined pitifully as I plied the cloth to its skin, and noticed it was a male. The creature's eyes were closed, but it had a muzzle, and it was full of razor sharp baby teeth. There were even rounded, pointed nubs atop its head, and looked to be a combination between a bear's ears and a wolf's. It was strange, as most of his feature were a cross between wolf and bear, but its torso, arms, and legs appeared to be human in origin, albeit black in colour. However, the small feet were that of a wolf pup's, and the hands were the paws of a bear. It was truly a strange creature, but it was now mine.

A blanket appeared before me as I was marveling at the small boy-child-thing, I thanked whoever it was that handed it to me and wrapped it around the creature. "Nox," I whispered to the small creature, "Your name will be Nox." A soft smile played upon my lips, and many could say it was a warm one. Unfortunately, I was disturbed by a young healer, who tapped my shoulder.

My mood soured by then, and would have taken it out on the healer, if it weren't for the fact that he said the bear-kin was stable and coherent. The Undying, torturer, and I moved towards another room where the bear-kin was lying on a wooden bench in a white robe, drinking broth of some sort. My eyes rolled in their sockets as we witnessed this, and I knocked on the door. The girl's eyes became wide when she saw us enter, which darted between my human self and the little creature in my arms. "This child came from you," her eyes widened even further, "His name is Nox, and he is now mine."

My lips spread wide in a feral grin, and the Undying retrieved the bloody bags, then upended it upon the floor. There were several gasps, but the bear-kin was crying as she recognised each and everyone. "No," she murmured, hugged her legs, and began rocking herself back and forth, "Please. I want to wake up from this nightmare."

"This is no nightmare, little bear-kin. This is reality, and it is deadly." Turning to my left, I apologised to the torturer as I pointed my hand, palm up, at her. ">," I intoned, and watched as streaks of crimson lightning lashed out from my hand, and striking the bear-kin in the chest. She screeched and writhed and her body was wracked with pain and agony. The snapping of bones and cartilage could be heard within her screeching, while blood began flowing from every orifice on her body. So much so, she began vomiting up her own blood and organ meat while the healers gasped at the sight. A few even made a small attempt at healing her, but stopped when it only served to prolong her anguish.

Eventually, though, her body did expire, and the last thing she would probably remember was my maniacal grin as I watched the light in her eyes fade away. Once the magicks stopped their rampage, everyone grew quiet until the silence became a tad awkward. It was eventually broken, however, by one of the Undying who said, "Well... that was something." He turned towards my body and asked, "Any chance of learning how to do that from you, Dei?"

"I, too, wish to learn, Dei," came an unexpected voice from one of the healers, and recognised him as the one who tapped my shoulder whilst I was staring at the child. Who, by the by, had snuggled against my body for warmth and comfort.

The torturer and one of his apprentices also wished to learn about the same magicks I can intone. This was strange for myself, as I had never taught anyone anything before. On top of that, I do not know if other can even learn of what I know. Because unlike them, mine comes from information that floods my mind every so often, more so if I had killed.

"I do not know if you can learn from me," I rumbled slowly, and most appeared crestfallen, "However, I can only try."

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Finally! She's dead! Now to move on to the next target. :D