Silence overtakes her tortured mind. In these moments of untamed agony and amidst the throes of physical suffering comes her peace. The devils that had cohered with her twisted mentality were.. quieted.. in the painful passing of time as she lay heaving against the cool earth of the crags. All they had ever known was violence, blood, chaos and complete imbalance for the entirety of their stay. But now, as she contracts and tosses her head about the old shadowed den site, they do not drive her to insanity with their craving for disaster. She caused their disaster and so their forked tongues were sheathed as she begins to roar in pain.

Her prodigious form was nothing more than a shadow along the confines of the den, the only indication of life within was given with each heavy breath and snarl in distress. She felt so insignificant, so weak, in these moments that she wished to never be as such again and it is now that she finds resolve to never bear such demonic offspring again. Her thick skull lifts from the cold rock as she looks at her haunches, feeling another contraction and yet nothing.. Her strength and hope for these little demons to be cast from her is dwindling as the day turns to dusk.

Hours upon hours have fled the horrific scene and she is beginning to grow irritated that they have not yet been brought from her womb. A guttural growl erupts from her vocals in anger as she tires ever further and it is after that another pang hits hard. Perhaps now is when her first child shall choose to come out and so she pushes with all of the might that she has within her. This girl was difficult in the fact that she did not want to be budged and so Stella forces even harder to expel the hellion; with another final strain, the girl cloaked in a golden mask makes her debut. Instinct alone drives the furian bitch to lift her head from the earth and to release the pup from its bloodied vessel so that it may breathe. Its cries are shrill and tell of its immediate hunger as it awkwardly moves to suckle life from the golden flecked mother’s belly. Little attention is given to the brindled female as she presses tiny paws into her abdomen, for another sequence of pain wracks her body, and she tries to coax the second child into this dark world.

Dusk now begins to fade to night as mixed hues of red, orange, and purple now paint the sky outside of her large cavern. God help what soul may dare to intrude upon her space as her head lies back to the earth and her frigid eyes stare blankly out into the sky above. Stella had never admired what beauty this world could offer, not until these moments, and it is now that she realizes what it truly was. Gazing into the myriad of colors that were strewn across the sky brought her mind from dark places and when the second contraction hit, she was hardly aware of it at all. It rippled through her body and she knew that her second born would be quicker to remove than the first as she already felt it shifting within her body. She readied herself and began to push, urging the wicked creature from her core to make her own path into the cold heart of the real world. The child did not retaliate as much as her sister and yet when she pressed ever further Stella felt the immediate ripping of her vaginal wall and a thunderous growl was given in retort. And still, she did not give up on the pup, pushing her further out until she was finally laying at her tail upon the sodden bedrock. But where she expected to see swarthy tones as she chewed the sac from the girl, much like herself and her mother, she only managed to get a glance of lackluster grays with the occasional golden-blonde.

A wave of disappointment washed over her in this revelation; would no child bear her signature dark tones? Yet the thought was not allowed to weigh upon her mind for long as the third and final cub had his say in the matter. She was already tired from the hours of work she had been putting into this labor and when the boy had received his turn, her energy was nearly spent. Her breathing was labored ever further and though she only wanted to quit now and just rest, she knew that she would not be left in her serenity if she did so. And with a few forceful pushes, she braved the pain for the arrival of her only son. A large one, indeed, as he too tore her further open when he passed through the destruction that his sister had already caused. These hellions were never going to give her a day of solitude - this she knew already from the blood and suffering they had brought her. But such were the struggles of a beast crafted from pure dissolution and her children will become nothing short of that which she has paved for them.

With a final movement to repeat the process a third time, she drags the boy to where his siblings lay as they feed ravenously. As if she hadn't hunted and fed for the past season for them.. Her breaths were continuously heavy when she is given the chance to rest her own head upon the stone for a final time and begin slowing as the time slowly passes by. She does not have the opportunity to look upon the little devils again before she is fading into a deep sleep, a well deserved rest. Stella had not made it to Diveen with her small band but they would soon be moved to where their true home is.

devil of abraxus x kiska | ten years | king's guard