It's been two months since I woke from the flames, becoming a fully fledged phoenix fae hybrid. These two months have been very eventful.
While at home, I would cook a bit of Xavier bbq, just enough to keep him dormant and in the bed.
But, like any young adventuress that finds themselves in the demon realm, I couldn't wait to go out and explore and take back my essence.
The first demoness that I found had her cute little spawn, all dressed up in his Sunday best. The little tyke was already walking. I am sure by now that the demoness had noticed something off about her little creature.
The deformity was not something visual, otherwise Xavier would have discovered that his little experiment was not flawless as he thought it was. By looking at the female, and the way her eyes glanced at the kid, she was suspecting something.
But, I refused to tell her, and I refused to give my blessing. Instead I walked up to the demon and cooked her dry, until all that remained was her ashes, which I absorbed. With that little bit taken back, I felt myself grow about a half an inch. Those with older kids took more of my soul than the later demons did. Xavier was not sure how much to give, so he gave the first five half a cup of my ashes.
Since my first kill, I have consumed one demoness a day.
I am no longer the size of a six or seven year old child. I am now the size of preteen. With the damn hormones of a teenager as well.
The fae have a cool flaw. The breed themselves are sexually insatiable, which hits in our teenage years.
Me staying a virgin all this time is due to my own will and stubborness. Most fae lose their virginity between fourteen and twenty years old. Those who wait until twenty are considered stoic and with good divine character. Not sure what I would be considered, insane?
Thankfully I still have my strong willpower and the fact that Xavier stays nice and crispy. Otherwise being around my fated partner would be too much for my adolescent hormones.
I'm heading home when I hear screaming and breaking glass coming from Xaviers home...well, my home now that I have claimed it.
When I walk into the much larger home, since I used some of Xaviers spells to add some rooms and decor that suits me, I see the last female that fcked my fated partner, the one that awoke my anger and sense of betrayal enough to break the curse, and since Xavier was kind enough to open the urn himself, well, its his own doing.
Does he truly not know that I am his fated partner, the other half of his soul? The thought disturbs me more than I would like to admit.
Her body is barely starting to show her pregnant state.
I have refrained from killing any of the demons that are currently pregnant. I will refuse to kill this one as well, but she was dumb enough to enter my territory.
I look over and Xavier is healing nicely, I will need to cook a bit more today. He is becoming resistant to my red flames.
I don't want to use my combined force, that could potentially kill him, leaving me wholly empty. I can't do that to myself.
I look back at the demoness, "Stop!" I command, causing her body to shudder and cease her violent motions. I am so much stronger than 99% of the demons. Xavier is so much more powerful than me, that is why I'm keeping him nice and toasty. Emphasis on toasty.
Its a safety measure and revenge plan all in one.
I walk towards the female, my actions slow with my hands up, a sign that I mean no harm. "Why are you here?"
"You! You, you. AHHHH!!! You are killing all the demonesses!" the demon then turns her red gaze to Xavier. "Did you know this fae is killing everyone and the spawns, where are the spawns?" She yells, her face contorts and comes back to me.
"Those spawns are mine," I say, while twirling my hair and chewing gum. I know I look like a big brat.
The flaw in the spawns is simple. They may have been birthed by someone else, they may not call me mother, but they are mine. A little army made, literally, just for my use. And the demons did it themselves.
If they had asked for my permission and I willingly gave them some of my essence, then the demon spawns would have been made flawless. That was not the situation. Instead I was imprisoned and my essence, my soul stolen from me.
The females that did not take part of the serum have already come to me, with my urging and, and given access to my divine blessing. Their offspring will be made without a deformity.
"What does that mean?" She asks me, while holding her stomach.
I smile, my cheshire cat grin at her and Xavier. "Xavier decided he loved me so much that he couldn't bear to keep me without a surplus of protection, so he made me all these little troops." I sing song my answer.
I look over at Xavier. This is the first that he is hearing any of this information. I like to keep my pet too busy healing on the bed. Curiousity is not a luxury he is given.
I start of walk over to him when I feel a push against my back. It doesn't really hurt, just a loss of balance.
But it is enough. I broken peice of glass is flying towards me, cutting my hand.
I watch, as if in slow motion as blood droplets land on Xaviers burnt black lips.
As if in a daze I just stand there as he licks my blood with a look of triumph.
"Ah Fuck" I get out as I turn to run upstairs, ignoring the stupid demoness that caused all this.