The betrayal of a gargoyle

Damn it! I can't believe I was so stupid!

Do you know those things you do in the heat of the moment and then regret it? Suddenly, just like that ... You explode! And I was such a calm person ... so peaceful.

Well, I had finally freaked out. And I have to admit it took a while. It was the accumulation of everything: tension, anxiety, tiredness ... Everything magically became a pressure cooker that exploded.

I will explain.

Stress and burnout are different things. Well, fatigue, or if you prefer to call it fatigue is not quite the cause. The way an organism reacts to these symptoms is very curious. A burnout could be treated with changing habits or a doctor. Stress was already a chronic chaos of fatigue. A person is generally more irritated, more of everything.

I had a perfect life.

The world was practically over and overnight the surprise. A hybrid! I was a hybrid of K'aldriants. The first female of a breed. And it was not encouraging. It was not even human or edrian.

How many times did I not admire myself in the mirror?

The prospect of maybe getting tails, scales and horns was driving me crazy. My fear grew in apocalyptic waves. I looked at those creatures more aware than ever that part of their DNA, their genetic heritage was inside my body.

And they were not at all pleasant until they took on the form of the hosts. I don't even know what I hated the most. The masks that covered their disfigured faces or the unfortunate white, frightening eyes. Nightmares.

I had reacted with enviable calm when I discovered this. After a lot of trouble and being able to be one more abductee. It was definitely envy. And it all came down to the object of my unhappiness. Klaus.

Did he tell Zorack anything?

That was another question that I did not want to answer.

Experiences ... I could well remember his hands on my body, his kisses ... I could have sworn it was Zorack. He smelled like Zorack. And it wasn't Zorack.

How was I going to explain that to Zorack?

course, he disbelieved that something serious, very serious had happened after I disappeared from Spatackus and appeared out of nowhere at the military base.

His surprise when he looked at me for the first time.

Damn it!

I was not quite an edriana. Marriage to three? Had I really complained about one husband? There were going to be two. I didn't even like to share my toys. When I had one.

-Well well! An opponent? Do you really believe that you are an opponent that can face me? - The metallic voice of Ravenack came with that breathless sound of breath to freeze the nerves.

Adversary? I bit my lip.

My eating habits had worsened a lot.

Conditioned foods added flavor to food with a lack of appetite. I was slowly changing. I was more aggressive and any small comment made me angry.

You can't relax inside a military base full of aliens.

And then I had done everything I should never have done. I lost control. It was more or less like giving up my emotions and turning off the logical reasoning that would have alerted me that it was a suicide.

I tried to cringe more protected by the shadows, biting my lips. Return to human form ... I didn't even know how it happened. My hand held the wounded arm and the bloody fingers pulled out a low moan of pain. At least I knew with tremendous satisfaction that he too was injured and could bleed.

Those things seemed to regenerate with absurd ease. I had to have at least that advantage, didn't I? Or else that court would have to be sutured.

"You should know that I don't tolerate being upset too much." - Ravenack complained.

Seriously? Really?

I could explain that I had a certain compulsion to disobey orders. It had been like that with Zorack from the start. His persistent way for giving orders was a horror.

"Is that why you're here alone while your creatures are running scared?" Before I noticed, I screamed out of me.

K'Aldriants did not expect to be thwarted or attacked. In fact, no weapon seemed to be able to hurt them. Only when I was transformed ...

oh, what the hell! Had I become one of those horrible things?

My claws were the sharpest blades in advancing, attacking and fighting.

It was like a survival instinct. I had seen Zorack ... Hells! Klaus was in my boyfriend's arms. It is okay that Edrians did not distinguish between the gender of sex as most humans did. That could even be accepted. There was only one detail. I could see in Zorack's eyes that klaus was important to him. When I saw myself in the eyes of the man I loved .... oh, I saw lust, possession and doubts.

Only the way he behaved with Klaus ... With me they were always stormy bumps that ended up taking us to bed. Zogart knew how to make a woman fall apart in pleasure. Just as I wanted to run away from him, insanity took over me. I was ready to confess how his virility made me walk in the clouds. And I plummeted in free fall. I'm not sure what to say.

Two of them had been lying on the floor and had no reaction to the stunned gaze of humans. No one had expected. Facing any of those creatures could make the difference between life and death on that base transformed into a slave camp.

I decided madly to try impossible. Nobody knew what I could do. Neither do I.

The infernal army of what looked like stealthy shadows moving while hunting us seemed to have more initiative. They were guided by basic and simple instincts. Only the 'Aldriants were more. It was a kind of collective conscience and somehow that collectivity had been broken when I attacked. I caught a glimpse of some of them running out of the huge hangar where we were trapped.

Without waiting, Ravenack was suddenly there alone among humans. Vulnerable. Alone. I didn't even think. Or even reflect. Zorack never spoke of loving words. He had tremendous difficulty showing feelings. N'Tirlay should have been awful for him. Only I needed those words. It needed to be important to someone at least once.

As a lover I had nothing to complain about. The dick alien knew how to make me sigh with caresses to steal my breath and yet I wanted more. I desperately wanted to be important to someone for what I was. It was tremendous mental insanity. I wanted the impossible. I wanted him to love me.

A poor, parentless girl who lived from one foster home to another. I don't even know why Ana hadn't sent me away before. Repentance was terrible. If I had given her a chance to get closer ... Why hadn't I?

Fear of getting attached to someone? Well, I have to confess that I was really in love with a terrible and bossy tyrant. And he had another; someone other than me.

-You know it's useless to resist. You are the advance of history. The beginning of a new race. - Ravenack proudly displayed that. - You belong to us.

The beginning of a new race? More than hell! I had to have told Zorack, of course I had.

There was something growing inside me and no one could assess what it would be. I very much doubt that Zorack received the news with good cheer. An aberration. I was just an aberration created in DNA hybridization processes of different species. It terrified me.

16 years! An unexpected pregnancy at this age can be scary. Your life stops. Another terrible universe begins: diapers, bottles, milk and I don't even know what else. Only I didn't even know if I was going to be a baby. What could they expect from a female who had never existed before?

It didn't seem to make that much of a difference my life or my death. People at that age never think about how they are going to die. There were almost three thousand people trapped at that base and enslaved by aliens. Dying for something noble ... I was probably going to die, but I didn't intend to die alone. Even more so if you could hurt or even kill Ravenack.

It was a certainty that I didn't even know where it came from.

I just knew and could feel. Ravenack was the weak point of the K'Aldriants. If something happened to him, those hellish creatures would not be able to live outside of a collective. Without organization and command they were as fragile as any other race.

I took a deep breath, ignoring the pain. I wasn't going to think about the terrible feeling of rejection. I needed to take their form once again and I didn't even know how.

-I don't belong to anyone. I am free. - I said with revolt running through my guts.

I could even capture the compulsion he was making me to believe his words. It added to my frustration. I was probably going to die. And I never allowed myself to think about the fact that there was an innocent life. I didn't remember my parents, my real parents. I knew that was the daughter of a ruler whom Edrians believed to be a traitor. A leader who had shown mercy and had not demanded the sacrifice of my death as soon as I breathed for the first time.

I was a murderer by nature.

My birth had cost my mother's life. And yet, Asturi tried to protect me in his own way. Because of that Édrin had been invaded. I couldn't even blame Zorack's anger at being a slave in N'Tirlay.

-Will you deny the leap of evolution? To deny your own race? - I could hear the thing's howling rage.

I looked at my hand without allowing myself to think. The skin on my hand ... my body was turning slowly again. Only for a moment for the first time did I allow myself to think about what was in my body besides the DNA of those beasts. Perhaps he was a son of Zorack. I found myself wanting it to be his son. A child with the same dark, almond-shaped eyes ... And suddenly it was over.

I knew it was my end by the bestial, metallic howling of boundless fury from that hellish creature in protest. I still had time to register that my body was changing but not as fast as was necessary.

-You didn't dare do that! - the cry made me contract my muscles.

In the next instant the blows came without mercy. I could feel the claws that ripped through my body, half anesthetized with the sensation of unreality. It was screaming in front of me in his insane rage, indifferent to the immense cut I had left on his chest.

The baby ... The kicks came next when his cold claw grabbed me by the scruff of the neck, grabbing my hair while he was shaking possessed.

-No one, no one touches what belongs to Ravenack. Not even a damned slave! - Ravenack was showing me red and twinkling eyes. "Did my footman explain to you that he traded his freedom for the promise to deliver the hybrid of the k'Aldriants into my hands?"

What had he done?

Ravenack was not quite the type of creature who knew how to show mercy. The renewed blows were violent and concentrated in my belly. The pain exploded when I was sure my ribs fractured. God, my God, he didn't! You didn't do that to me!

I managed to maintain the non-human form as the only defense without knowing it. His words seemed to hurt more than the renewed blows of his revolt.

Did my footman explain to you that he traded his freedom for the promise to deliver the hybrid of the k'Aldriants into my hands?

Was that why Zorack had decided to accept that mission?

The ground was cold and damp when I was thrown brutally. I fell on the ground without the strength to react. I was going to be lucky to escape that without a pierced organ. Or alive. Ravenack's blows were now directed at my belly and that creature was the image gave a cruel demon. Relentless. I tried in vain to shrink defensive, wrapping my arms around my knees in a fetal position. The pain came afterward, radiating throughout my body and even breathing caused distress. An intense sting seemed to pierce me, focusing on my lower back, and I gasped without movement.

The baby ... The blows were motivated only for the sole purpose of killing a conceived and unborn child. And Zorack's reaction no longer mattered. Neither did the child or me mean anything to him.

I even heard the sound of human screams and gunshots. Humans started the most impossible scenario expected. They reacted to the invader when so many species more advanced than we were refused out of fear. I closed my eyes with a gasping breath and the air never seemed to reach my lungs.

He doesn't care, he never cared ...

The pain it brought me came with the same intensity as the sting that tore at my body. It was not without reason that they used to call me a small arsonist. Usually any hesitation or lack of control in my emotional system caused a lot of damage. Blood started to flow between my legs.

My hands glowed incandescent. And it was there that hell really came over us.