When Amon stood back up straight and walked up to Philomel, it was only then she continue the tale.
" And so the wolf in sheep's clothing, sneaks into the forest. There was only one, for there was only one was small enough and was able to pass on looking like a sheep. He snuck up to the elf, with his words, dripping full of sweet honey. The elf was instantly charmed. Her heart soared and she instantly fell in love with the wolf. She kissed the wolf on his head and her love transformed the awful terrible mangy scoundrel into a male elf.
The male elf was so shocked, he didn't know what to do. He couldn't return to his pack looking like this, they would mistake him and eat him as well. The male elf knowing this realized, that it would be much better if he just eat her by himself. Such lustrous, succulent flesh, why did he ever even think of sharing, the wolf wondered. The beautiful sweet darling and terribly naive elf called out to the male elf. Extremely happy that her love has changed him. The moment she hug him was the moment he ate her!
Unfortunately for the wolf, he has lost his claws and his sharp teeth. So he ate her in a different more horrible way. He ate her by holding hands! Touching her body! Nibbling and leaving his mangy marks all over her body! Tasting every part with his tongue! Kissing her and forcing her to taste the fowl mangy taste of him! THEN HE DID THE WORST OF ALL!! HE SLEPT IN THE SAME ROOM AS HER!!"
Philomel continue the tale in a threatening tone as she kept covering Little One's ears. Amon noticing the sign knew she was going to scream again and was ready for it when it happened.
" THE NEXT MORNING THE ELF WAS PREGNANT AND DIED!! AND THAT MANGY SCOUNDREL LOWLY DOG MOVES ON TO THE NEXT ELF!! AND THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED!!!
ALL GUYS OF ANY RACE OR AGE ARE DANGEROUS!!
This is why if a guy touches you longer than 40 seconds or constantly touches you, tell Daddy. I'll whoop his ass. If he says he loves you, tell Daddy, I'll show him what love with my fists is like. If you like a guy, tell Daddy, I'll give him a choice"
Philomel screamed with such rage then suddenly did a 180 flip and spoke in a normal sweet tone.
" (choice of how he would want his ass whooped) "
She then whispered under her breath before she continued to an extremely happy chime.
" Huh? Oh, nothing Little Mel Mel. Daddy was just saying that he'll give the choice of... candy?
If any guy touches you for more than 40 seconds, run away or try to escape and tell Daddy. Daddy would whoop his ass. Remember if any guy touches you for more than 10 minutes or kisses you or sleeps with you, you'll get pregnant.
So be extremely extremely careful!
Love you, sweet dreams my darling Mel Mel. Nighty night."
Philomel sweetly wished as she watched Amon's constantly changing expression from confused to completely lost before it swung around to shock and ended in complete disbelief.
It was then, at that moment, Amon knew what kind of father he didn't want to be.
Amon's expression full of disbelief, kept gazing between Philomel, his shoes and the torch in his hand as his mind did its best to comprehend the story. Philomel watched this and started giggling at him.
" Wa... wait.... what? How? It's... Just... what??"
Amon stumbles on his own words as his mind just gave up trying to understand such a ridiculous story. Philomel burst out laughing, no longer able the holdback.
" I'm just so lost and confused right now. That everything feels so unreal. Like... Whaaaa? "
Amon admitted as his right-hand covered both his eyes, his head hung down and he shook his head with his hand still covering his eye. Little One thinking it was a game, copied Amon. Philomel just kept laughing as she wheezed for breath and tears begin to form in the corner of her eyes.
" You... You do know that... Right??"
Amon questioned as he moved his hand from his eyes to his chest. Wondering if Philomel knew that male elves didn't come from wolves. The male elves came from the grand tree, 10 of them the same amount as the female elves but 2 months after the female elves. Unfortunately for Amon, his mind was still in shock, and found it hard to think straight.
" I know, I know. Male elves aren't wolves in disguise. "
Philomel reassured between laughs, extremely happy that Amon was so confused
" The Goddess Luna and the love of the female elf changed that. "
Philomel spoke between laughs, which made it hard for Amon to hear her words. But since he heard the words ' I know ' and ' The Goddess Luna', Amon mistook that Philomel knew the true creation of elves, legend.
" And you do know that kissing doesn't make you pregnant. Right?"
Amon questioned just to confirm. Philomel after hearing Darzirak's question about her siblings. Along with Darzirak promising that she would get her period within the month like always if not Darzirak would personally beat Amon and Lenny half to death. Adopt the child as his own, after she gave birth to it, and even promised to be the best father in the world, raising it perfectly. Only then Philomel was convinced to return to Amon.
She knew that Darzirak was a smart demon and that a promise from a demon is the law to a demon. This is why they were normally extremely careful with their promising words, putting in loopholes wherever they could. Being unable to detect any loophole and Darzirak agreeing to every condition Philomel added. Philomel was convinced that Darzirak was extremely confident that she wasn't pregnant and even if she were, Darzirak would make her not so without her noticing. There was no way a demon would agree to become the best father in the world, that was certain. With that Philomel was convinced that kissing definitely wouldn't make her pregnant.
" I know that now."
Philomel answered with a nod.
" Oh, good. If you didn't... I actually consider promising to take full responsibility. If there was no way to truly convince you that you weren't."
Amon let out a sigh of relief before admitting with a smile and rubbing the back of his neck.
" You better."
Philomel smugly said with a giggle before immaturely sticking out her tongue and pulling down on her right lower eyelid. A smile found its way to Amon's lips as he softly chuckled. The increasing sound of flowing water, soon grabbed their attention as they headed down one of the tunnels. Amon and Philomel both shot each other a glance before going and investigating the sound.
The tunnel opens up to a huge area where there was a flowing river going through the side part of the catacomb and flowing out, along with an exit that connects back to the outside world. It was no longer raining but water still was dripping from the ceiling of the catacomb. The stars shine through the branches of wet dripping leaves. The river next to it rushed down a slight slope that caused a small waterfall before it flows down a river bend that flowed next to the trees.
" This looks like a good quick escape path. We could build a raft and when we grab the miracle child flow down this fast river. You still remember how to swim right? "
Philomel questions as she turns to Amon.
" Roughly, but I never swim in such a fast-flowing river before... looks a little intimidating. "
Amon gulped down his fear as he watched the fast-flowing river.
" Just relax and keep your head above the water. The river would handle the rest. Any issues just stand up or kick your way to the river bank. Use your arms to help change your direction. This river doesn't look like it has many rocks so I think it should be alright. Besides we would have a raft, so you would only need to worry about that when you accidentally fall in. Even then you just need to manage for a while, so that I can pull you back up. "
Philomel planned it all out in her head as she waved away Amon's fears before turning back and heading back down the tunnel.
" You really sure, we can pull this off?"
Amon questioned with a worried tone as he followed after Philomel.
" Of course! Just follow my lead and you'll be fine!"
Philomel said with much confidence with a grand gesture. Amon felt a little more reassured but he couldn't help but find it slightly weird that such a huge catacomb didn't have any traces of something living in it.
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