I have been absent as of late. My desire to taste the blood of death and suffering has risen to extreme heights with the onset of my pregnancy. I have lived to feast upon the bodies of the unworthy creatures that scurry across this earth. They are vermin that I take care of with my jaws and devour, so that they may be useful in some significant way…by becoming a piece of me. Inside my blood and guts are beings that are apart of me. They are me and I am them. We are one and I grow them with care. They hold in themselves the blood an angels and kings, but even better, they hold the blood of I, Ava, the One Above All. I have feasted upon flesh in amount obscene in order to ensure their health within me, and of course, I would create perfection. I am simply extending myself out. I am creating more of me to go about the world, to bring forth the torture and death that I so wish would befall so many around me. They will be everything, as they will be me.

I must admit that I had gotten the blood of Heyel to fuel my fire. My Grandfather in nothing but name, for not a drop of Heyel blood runs through my veins…that is until our union this past winter. Now his blood has grown deep inside of my belly, and inside of me we have created those to pass down a legacy far superior to any other he has sired. I am sure many would cringe at the thought of us bringing such perfection into the world. Some sort of stigma against relatives breeding, although, we are not related in the slightest, and yet still, I know they would cringe. I almost wish to tell Azrael of this…matter. I would love to stare at him with my deep copper gaze and whisper into his ear that I will birth him siblings. Yes, I would relish the rage that would boil deep behind his eyes. Just the thought of it makes my skin tingle with a sick pleasure. In the end, I will always get what I want. On this day, proof of this will be brought through blood and sweat.

My pelt of darkness and smoke is stained with the essence of life in scarlet. I have eaten and I have devoured. I have taken pleasure in the crunching of bones with my powerful jaws, lingering at the edge of the pack land. I have avoided others for weeks, flashing my teeth even at the wind as it brushes he trees near my form. I am not to be toyed with. I am a wicked wraith, void of emotional ties in many respects, and yet I feel the sinister bond solidifying within me so carefully. I am not sure if it is nature that is wrapper her talons around my throat, or if I have changed on my own accord, but I am not to have those growing in my womb harmed, while they are in it or out.

It is a dawn of a new day. The darkness of the horizon is soon to be touched by the ripe blue of an unused morning. I gaze upon it for but a moment, a stillness in my copper tinged eyes. My silvery paws glide as I walk across the somber earth. I feel it deep within my bones. Soon they are to come. I am to multiply and bring more perfection that is I to carry out my will. I am…anticipating their arrival. My strong and capable frame paces near the entrance of my den. They are restless inside of me, one of them kicking to be free from my embrace. I let out a harsh snarl in response, already disciplining my child for displeasing me in the womb. They will obey me, my children, and I will ensure that they are nothing but the best to walk upon this earth. One mistake, one deformity upon their pelt, and I will rip their throats out. Behavior that displeases me will bring my teeth, and yet if one dare come close to my child, my teeth will turn upon them. Let my children learn how to kill young. Let them bring about chaos, as it is I who wishes it.

I feel something uneasy within me. A feeling that halts my pacing in the darkness of dawn. My face shows none of the pain that is starting to form inside of me. I hold it back as I always would do. I merely stand with eyes lit like a flame crawling along dry, dead grass. I take one steady look in the direction of Heyel’s den, one rather close to mine and yet, I know he has interests elsewhere with his…black pelted lady. The white assassin should know where the true blood is to be born this dawn. They are to be born here, in my new den that is…a bit more spaced from where it once was. I, knowing there was to be more of me, needed more room. I also don’t want to be anywhere near the other children he sired this winter. My eyes narrow as I look in that direction, before my powerful body shifts to the cover of darkness within my lair.

I fall into the shadows and I lay within a spot I had made, just right for my tastes. One would not guess that I am a female capable of any sort of motherly instinct, and let it be known that I will not tolerate stupidity within my children, but if they are what I wish them to be, than they will gain a ruthless mother in their defense. I lay atop the dry bedding I had gathered, feeling the contractions growing strong within me. In my moments alone, I allow my teeth to grit and bare. I allow snarls to rip from my darkened lips as, over time, the contractions grow stronger. It is the pain of bringing in new lives to the world. A pain no male could ever imagine and I have determined that it is females who are superior of the sexes. I only hope I am given daughters.

A few hours pass and the sky is touched with the coming of the sun. I feel the insides of my body and I feel the screams of the children as they fight to escape from the cages of their wombs. I wince as I feel a pain much more extreme than before. My body is opening up, and I twist my head around as I roughly push the first of my children out from me, greeted with a snarl as…he yells and kicks. My eyes narrow upon the first to come out, not a female as I had hoped, and so god damn…wiggly, and whiney. I rip apart the membrane that covers him. I devour all that is not he. I grasp him with my jaws, taking my first son covered in the liquid of blood and birth. I place him between my front legs, a dark growl flowing from my form, for his constant kicking is annoying as I roughly run my tongue across his…my body, for he me and I am him. I lift my head to look upon him in the dim light, his fur shades above mine now that I see him uncovered by the veil of my blood. I snap my muzzle to his ear, my lips parting in a sly grin as I whisper in his ear.

“Eden…You are mine.”

I allow my breath to overtake him, my scent to flood his nostrils before I grasped him once again, placing him by my belly to let him feast as he will. I am also being overcome by the pain of life, the second of my children writhing inside of me. My ears pin back in a silent rage as I bite my own tongue. He demands to be born and I allow him to be birthed, to be bathed in the coldness of this new spring. I give him the same treatment as the first, ripping apart the membranes and destroying everything unneeded. I take him into my jaws, and I cleanse him of the world he once knew. I can see the white of his fur, pure and unadultered. I smirk at this one, this boy, as I have created my very own Heyel. This one, gets almost a laugh from me as I smile upon him, head raised as I say onto him,

“Anselm…protector of God, of me.”

I lean my muzzle down to lift him again, to place the boy of snow next to his brother, for another has knocked at god’s door, waiting to be born. It is quicker this time, less painful than the others but I cannot help but feel a bit… tired. It displeases me that they tire me so much already, and make so much damn noise. By now adrenaline rips through my veins and pain has become nothing. She falls onto the earth, I free her of her cage, and my eyes glisten as I marvel at what I have created. It is at her, that my most welcoming smile appears. She is perfection, she is beauty, and she is strength. She is I, and I am she. I gently lift this girl and place her between my front legs. I lick her clean with much care and attention to detail, so I can look at the mirror image of myself. I allow my nose to nudge this girl softly, a rare moment of affection towards her, for I am sure in the future she will annoy the hell out of me. For now though, she is precious, a thing to be cherished and a girl that will be deadly in her prime.

“Ayal…my perfect goddess. You are the one I have been waiting for.”

I keep her with me, a little longer than I did the rest. She gets to feel the warmth and the comfort of my chest, surrounded by my elegant yet powerful legs. I do know, that she will desire to feast, the desire to live and be of I. I allow my tongue to run across her head one last time, before I take her in my jaws and I place her next to her brothers, making sure to push the boys away if they dare try to push her out. I full well know she will be able to handle her own. She will be capable to destroying her brothers is she so desires, but let it be known that I will not tolerate any sort of injustice towards my daughter.
I know that there are no more children to be born. This is what Heyel has given me this day. Three children to carry on my perfection, to move as one with me to do as I desire. My copper eyes fall down to look upon my legacy, upon myself split into three. My gaze may seem cold from an outsider, but there is an intense feeling towards these three. A feeling I am not used to, one that brings such sinister thoughts, of ripping out the throat of any creature who dare look at them in a way that displeases me. I feel insanely possessive over them already, as they feed and begin their journey of growing strong by my side. These children will bring out a darkness so deep, so fluid, that no one had dared to touch it within me before. I turn my head back to the entrance of my den, lowering my muzzle down to rest upon my front paws. Let it be known, to all the poor unfortunate souls on this earth, that if any decided to cross our path’s, better beware.

These are my children. These are my souls.