Ruby's eyes were fixed on me, her expression a mix of concern and fascination. "0063, can you feel them moving?"
I nodded, taking a deep breath. The kick had left me a bit winded. "Yes, they're... restless. And strong."
Vorgath's voice came through the microphone, his tone thoughtful. "This accelerated growth is unprecedented. We need to adjust our projections and prepare for the possibility that the young ones may emerge sooner than expected."
I felt a shiver run down my spine at the prospect. Sooner than expected? What did that even mean?
Vorgath ask Ruby "Ruby can you tell them this? 'Do you want to meet your father?' Can you tell them that?" Ruby look confused and nodded
Ruby's expression changed from confusion to curiosity, and she nodded slowly. "Okay, Vorgath... I'll ask them." She turned to me, her eyes locked on mine. "Demonic dragon, I'm going to try to communicate with your young ones. Vorgath wants me to ask them... 'Do you want to meet your father?'"
I felt a surge of surprise at the question. What would my young ones' response be? Did they even understand what that meant?
Ruby, the zmey dragon, placed her hands on my scales, her eyes closed in concentration. After a moment, she whispered, "I'm asking them... Do you want to meet your father?"
A superpowerful kick after Ruby had said that
I grunted, feeling the powerful kick reverberate through my scales. It was as if my young ones were responding to Ruby's question with a resounding affirmation.
Ruby's eyes snapped open, a look of surprise on her face. "Whoa, that's quite a reaction!" she exclaimed.
Vorgath's voice came through the microphone, his tone intrigued. "It seems the young ones are eager to meet their father. This could be... interesting."
I felt another kick, this one even stronger than the last. My young ones were certainly making their intentions known.
Ruby tried to settle them down, but it didn't work
Ruby placed her hands on my scales again, attempting to calm my young ones down. She began to hum a soothing melody, her voice gentle and reassuring.
However, my young ones seemed to be having none of it. They continued to kick and squirm, their movements becoming more agitated by the second.
Ruby's expression turned from calm to concerned. "They're not responding to the calming technique," she said, her voice laced with a hint of worry.
Vorgath's voice came through the microphone, his tone thoughtful. "It's possible that they're too excited about the prospect of meeting their father. We may need to... accelerate the meeting."
Ruby tried to settle them down. "No little ones, 999 days to go, and you be meet your father, and you can play with him!"
My young ones seemed to pause for a moment, as if considering Ruby's words. Then, to my surprise, they let out a chorus of high-pitched squeaks and chirps, their kicking and squirming intensifying.
Ruby's eyes widened in alarm. "Oh dear, I think I may have made it worse!" she exclaimed.
Vorgath's voice came through the microphone, his tone dry. "Well, it seems the young ones are not interested in waiting 999 days. They want to meet their father now."
I felt a surge of concern, wondering what this meant for the future. Were my young ones going to be impatient and demanding from the very start?
My young ones seemed to pause for a moment, as if considering Ruby's words. Then, to my surprise, they let out a chorus of low, rumbling growls and roars, their kicking and squirming intensifying.
Ruby's eyes widened in alarm. "Oh dear, I think I may have made it worse!" she exclaimed.
Vorgath's voice came through the microphone, his tone dry. "Well, it seems the young ones are not interested in waiting 999 days. They want to meet their father now."
I felt a surge of concern, wondering what this meant for the future. Were my young ones going to be impatient and demanding from the very start?
I sream "Ruby just do something!"
Ruby's eyes locked onto mine, and she nodded swiftly. "Okay, okay! I'll try to calm them down again!"
She placed her hands on my scales once more, and began to chant in a low, soothing voice. The words were unfamiliar to me, but they seemed to have an immediate effect on my young ones.
The growling and roaring subsided, replaced by a low, rumbling hum. My young ones' movements slowed, and they seemed to be calming down, ever so slightly.
Ruby's eyes remained closed, her voice steady and calming. "It's okay, little ones... it's okay. You'll meet your father soon enough. Just rest now, and conserve your strength."
But they kept kicking and squirming, wanted to meet with me now, and play
Ruby's eyes snapped open, a hint of frustration in her expression. "0063, I'm trying my best here, but they're just not listening!"
Vorgath's voice came through the microphone, his tone thoughtful. "It seems the young ones are extremely eager to meet their father. Perhaps we should... reconsider our plans."
I felt a surge of concern, wondering what Vorgath had in mind. Were they going to accelerate the meeting? And what would that mean for my young ones' development?
The kicking and squirming continued, my young ones' demands growing more insistent. They wanted to meet their father, and they wanted to play. Now.
I pled them "please, little father will be more happy if you settled down a bit!"
My young ones' kicking and squirming slowed, ever so slightly, as they seemed to consider my words. Ruby's eyes locked onto mine, a hint of surprise and hope in her expression.
For a moment, there was silence. Then, in a small, rumbling voice, one of my young ones spoke up. "Want... to play... with Father..."
My heart swelled with emotion, hearing my young one's voice for the first time. I felt a surge of love and longing, wanting to connect with them, to play with them, to be with them.
I felt a surge of wonder, realizing that I was the only one who could hear my young ones' voices. Ruby and Vorgath seemed oblivious to the faint, rumbling voices.
"Want... to play... with Father..." one of my young ones repeated, their voice barely audible.
I concentrated on responding, trying to communicate with them telepathically. "Soon, little ones. Soon you'll be born, and we'll play together."
The kicking and squirming slowed, and I sensed a sense of contentment from my young ones. They seemed to be waiting eagerly for the day they would emerge and meet me.
Ruby's eyes locked onto mine, concern etched on her face. "0063, are you okay? You seem... distant."
I nodded, trying to reassure her. "I'm fine, Ruby. Just... communicating with my young ones."
Vorgath's voice came through the microphone, his tone thoughtful. "Fascinating. It seems 0063 has established a telepathic connection with the young ones. This could be... useful."
Ruby's expression turned curious, her eyes sparkling with interest. "Telepathic connection? That's incredible! Can you tell us more, 0063?"
I hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. But Ruby's genuine curiosity put me at ease, and I nodded. "I... think I can hear them. My young ones. They're talking to me."
Vorgath's voice came through the microphone again, his tone intrigued. "This changes things. A telepathic connection between a parent and their offspring is extremely rare, even among dragons. We may need to adjust our plans for their development."
Ruby's eyes locked onto mine, a smile spreading across her face. "This is amazing, 0063! You're going to be an incredible father."
I felt a warmth spread through my chest, a sense of pride and wonder. Being a father was going to be an adventure, and I was eager to see what the future held.
Ruby eyes gleamed, "and I will be a great mother!" I nodded
Ruby's face lit up with a bright smile, and she placed a hand on my scales. "We'll be amazing parents, 0063. Our young ones are going to thrive with us."
Vorgath's voice came through the microphone, his tone dry. "Sentimentality aside, we still have a lot of work to do. Ruby, please continue monitoring 0063's vital signs. We need to ensure the young ones' development is on track."
Ruby nodded, her expression turning serious once more. "Of course, Vorgath. I'm on it."
As Ruby returned to her task, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. Being a parent was going to be a wild ride, and I was ready to take on the challenge.
Vorgath smiled "alright 0099 that is it for you, time to return to your containment cell!" Ruby nodded and left my containment cell
I watched as Ruby left my containment cell, feeling a slight pang of disappointment that our interaction had come to an end. But I knew that Vorgath's plans for me and my young ones were complex and required careful management.
As the door to my containment cell closed behind Ruby, Vorgath's voice came through the microphone once more. "Rest now, 0063. You and your young ones have a big future ahead of you."
The lights in my containment cell dimmed, and I settled in for a well-deserved rest. My young ones' gentle stirrings and the sound of Vorgath's distant voice were the last things I remembered before drifting off to sleep.
Vorgath smiled. "I will bring you some food!" He disappeared
I waited in silence, my stomach growling with anticipation. As a demonic dragon, I had a voracious appetite, and I was always eager for my next meal.
After a few moments, Vorgath reappeared, a large, steaming tray of food in his hands. The aroma of freshly cooked meat wafted through the air, making my mouth water.
"Ah, excellent," Vorgath said, setting the tray down in front of me. "I've brought you some of your favorite dishes. Eat up, 0063. You and your young ones need to stay strong."
He brought me a dead dragon, and I looked at Vorgath, who was in another room in this glass windows from top of the wall "is this safe for me to eat and for the little ones? And yeah, I know I have a history of eating other dragons by you, forcing me, by the way!"
Vorgath nodded and explain "it is safe. i did create you that the entities are OK when you eat another dragon!"
I gazed at the dead dragon, my stomach growling with hunger. Vorgath's assurance that it was safe to eat alleviated my concerns, and I recalled the experiments he had conducted on me.
I remembered the genetic modifications, the implants, and the testing. Vorgath had designed me to be a superior being, capable of absorbing the strength and abilities of other dragons. The entities, as he called them, were the key to my evolution.
With a nod, I accepted Vorgath's explanation and began to devour the dead dragon. The flesh was tender, and the flavor was rich. As I ate, I felt the entities stirring within me, absorbing the nutrients and energy from the meal.
Vorgath watched me from the other room, a look of satisfaction on his face. "Excellent, 0063. You're going to need all the strength you can get for what's coming next."
At this point, I don't see eating dragons as disgusting in stade. It seems delicious even though I'm a demonic dragon
The irony wasn't lost on me. As a demonic dragon, I had been conditioned to view other dragons as prey, and the act of consuming them was now second nature to me.
Vorgath's experiments had desensitized me to the idea of eating my own kind, and my hunger had become a primal force that drove me to seek out sustenance. The taste of dragon flesh was now a familiar and satisfying one, and I savored each bite with relish.
As I finished my meal, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. My hunger was sated, and my strength was renewed. I was ready for whatever lay ahead, and I knew that I would stop at nothing to protect myself and my young ones.
The young ones move
I felt a sudden pang of disappointment as I realized that the young ones' emergence was still 999 days away. The excitement and anticipation I had felt just moments before seemed to deflate, replaced by a sense of frustration and impatience.
Vorgath's voice came through the microphone, his tone measured. "Patience, 0063. The young ones will emerge when the time is right. We must ensure that they are fully developed and prepared for the world."
I let out a deep sigh, trying to calm my racing thoughts. I knew that Vorgath was right, but it was hard to shake off the feeling of anticipation that had been building up inside me.
Vorgath smiled. "They may seem already developed claws and heartbeat and movements in just 1 day, but who knows they might be fully developed now and just have to wait 999 days"
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Vorgath's words. "You mean, it's possible that they're already fully developed, but there's some other factor at play that's causing the delay?"
Vorgath nodded, his smile growing wider. "Exactly, 0063. We're dealing with unprecedented biology here. The young ones' development is defying all logical explanations. It's possible that they're simply... waiting for something."
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I considered Vorgath's words. What could the young ones be waiting for? And what would happen when the 999 days were finally over?
The young ones telepathy me again "Father what are you eating? Whatever it is, it seems nice. " I look at my belly in shock
My eyes widened in surprise as I stared at my belly, where the remains of the dead dragon I had eaten earlier still lingered. I couldn't believe that the young ones were aware of what I had consumed.
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. But then, I decided to be honest with them. "I... ate a dragon," I admitted, bracing myself for their reaction.
There was a pause, and for a moment, I worried that I had shocked or disturbed them. But then, one of the young ones responded, their telepathic voice filled with curiosity. "A dragon? What kind of dragon?"
I question, "You are shocked and disturbed by me eating a dragon?" The young ones respond telepathy "Yes" they kick in a panic, fearing that they might be next
I felt a pang of distress as I sensed the young ones' fear and panic. They were frantic, their telepathic voices filled with terror.
"NO, FATHER! DON'T EAT US! PLEASE!" they begged, their kicking and squirming growing more intense.
I tried to reassure them, but they were beyond consolation. "Wait, little ones! Don't be afraid," I telepathically pleaded. "You are my children, and I would never harm you. I promise you, you are safe."
But they wouldn't listen. They were consumed by fear, their minds racing with worst-case scenarios. I could sense their panic, their desperation.
One of them telepathically screamed, "YOU ATE A DRAGON! YOU'LL EAT US TOO!"
I realized that I needed to try a different approach. I focused my thoughts, trying to project a sense of calm and reassurance. But the young ones were too far gone, their fear and panic overwhelming them.
I questioned Vorgath, who is watching me in a glass window above my containment cell wall. "Why do you sometimes make me eat dragons anyway?"
Vorgath's expression remained neutral, but I detected a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Ah, 0063, it's all part of your... conditioning," he said, his voice measured.
"You see, as a demonic dragon, you require a specific diet to maintain your strength and abilities. Dragon flesh is rich in the nutrients you need to thrive."
I sensed a hint of evasion in Vorgath's tone, and I pressed him for more information. "But why dragons specifically? Why not some other food source?"
Vorgath's smile was enigmatic. "Let's just say, 0063, that dragon flesh has... unique properties that make it an ideal food source for your kind. Properties that will aid in your development and the development of your young ones."
Vorgath's eyes sparkled with excitement as he continued, seemingly oblivious to the fact that the young ones' emergence was still 999 days away. "We'll need to make adjustments to your enclosure, ensure that it's suitable for the young ones' development. And of course, we'll need to discuss feeding schedules, socialization..."
I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "Vorgath, aren't we getting ahead of ourselves? The young ones aren't due to emerge for another 999 days."
Vorgath's smile faltered for a moment before he regained his composure. "Ah, yes, of course. Well, in that case, we have plenty of time to plan and prepare. But I like to think ahead, 0063. It's always better to be prepared..."
I narrowed my eyes, sensing that Vorgath was hiding something. His enthusiasm seemed genuine, but I detected a hint of artificial calmness in his demeanor.
"Vorgath, what's going on?" I asked, my voice firm but controlled. "You seem... eager to prepare for the young ones' emergence. What do you know that I don't?"
Vorgath's smile faltered again, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of something else in his eyes. Something that looked almost like... anticipation.
But then, his mask slipped back into place, and he chuckled. "Oh, 0063. You're just being paranoid. I assure you, everything is proceeding according to plan. Now, let's focus on your next meal. I have some... interesting options in mind."
I sigh "thank to you they are kicking in fear by me eating another dragon, and they think I'm going to eat them next!"
Vorgath's expression turned serious, and he leaned forward, his eyes locked on mine. "Ah, I see. I didn't realize they were aware of your... dietary habits. This could be a problem."
He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "We can't have the young ones fearing you, 0063. That could disrupt the bonding process and potentially harm their development."
Vorgath's eyes narrowed, his mind working overtime to come up with a solution. "I'll need to adjust their education program, teach them about your dietary needs and reassure them that they're not in danger. But in the meantime, we need to find a way to calm them down."
He looked at me expectantly. "Can you try to reassure them, 0063? Let them know that you would never harm them?"
I nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. I focused my thoughts, trying to reassure the young ones. "Children, I promise you, I will never harm you. You are my own flesh and blood, and I would do anything to protect you."
The young ones' frantic kicking and squirming slowed, and I sensed their fear begin to dissipate. But I knew I had to do more to reassure them.
"I know I've eaten dragons in the past," I continued, "but that's only because I was hungry and needed to survive. I would never hurt any of you, and I promise to always provide for you and keep you safe."
The young ones' telepathic voices grew quieter, their fear and anxiety slowly giving way to trust. I could sense their tiny hearts beating slower, their minds calming.
Vorgath watched the exchange, a calculating glint in his eye. "Good, 0063. You're making progress. But we still have a long way to go. The young ones' education program will need to be adjusted, and we'll need to work on building their trust in you."
He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "I'll make the necessary arrangements. In the meantime, I want you to continue reassuring the young ones, 0063. We can't afford to have them fearful of you."
I nodded, understanding my role in the situation. But as I looked at Vorgath, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to his plan than he was letting on.
I feel 1 strong kick
I winced as the strong kick reverberated through my body. It seemed that one of the young ones was still feeling anxious or fearful.
"Easy, little one," I telepathically soothed. "I'm here for you. You're safe."
The kicking stopped, and I sensed a tentative calmness from the young one. But then, a tiny telepathic voice spoke up.
"Father, what's going to happen to us?" the young one asked, its voice trembling with uncertainty.
I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But Vorgath's words echoed in my mind: "The young ones' education program will need to be adjusted..."
Another kick hit my belly wall. "we love you, father," they telepathy me back, and I winced by the strong impact
I smiled, despite the discomfort from the kick. The young ones' words warmed my heart, and I felt a deep connection to them.
"I love you too, little ones," I telepathically replied, trying to reassure them. "And I'll always be here to protect and care for you."
As I spoke, I gently rubbed my belly, trying to soothe the spot where the kick had landed. The young ones seemed to sense my discomfort, and their kicking subsided.
For a moment, there was silence, and I sensed the young ones' contentment. But then, another tiny telepathic voice spoke up.
"Father, what's going to happen to us when we come out?" the young one asked, its voice filled with curiosity.
I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. Vorgath's plans for the young ones were still unclear to me, and I didn't want to alarm them unnecessarily.
I continued to eat the dead dragon
As I resumed eating the dead dragon, the young ones' telepathic voices grew quiet, their curiosity and concern momentarily replaced by a sense of unease.
I could sense their discomfort, but I knew I had to eat to sustain myself and ensure their own growth and development. Vorgath's words echoed in my mind: "Dragon flesh is rich in the nutrients you need to thrive."
I tried to focus on the task at hand, but I couldn't shake the feeling that the young ones were watching me with a mixture of fascination and horror. Their tiny hearts beat rapidly, and I sensed their anxiety simmering just below the surface.
Suddenly, one of the young ones' telepathic voices piped up again. "Father, why do you eat dragons?"
I sigh. "Sometimes it is normal for our species in somehow and someway!"
The young ones' telepathic voices fell silent, as if digesting my response. I sensed a mix of confusion and curiosity emanating from them.
After a moment, one of the young ones asked, "But why do you eat dragons, Father? Are they... bad?"
I hesitated, unsure of how to explain the complexities of our species' dietary needs. Vorgath's words about the Erebus program and the young ones' education echoed in my mind.
"It's... complicated," I replied, trying to simplify the explanation. "Sometimes, we need to eat certain things to survive. But that doesn't mean we eat everything. We only eat what we need to."
I continued explaining, "and they are not bad. At least I hope they are not bad, but it normal somehow for our species to eat other dragons!"
The young ones' telepathic voices remained silent for a moment, as if processing this new information.
Then, one of them asked, "But, Father, why do we have to eat dragons? Can't we eat something else?"
I sensed a hint of concern and uncertainty in their voices. I realized that I needed to reassure them, to make them understand that this was just a part of who we were as a species.
"I know it may seem strange," I replied, "but this is just how our bodies are designed. We need the nutrients from dragon flesh to stay healthy and strong."
I paused, trying to think of a way to make this more relatable to the young ones. "Think of it like this," I said. "Just like how some creatures need to eat plants or insects to survive, we need to eat dragon flesh. It's just our natural way."
I look up and see Vorgath is not in the room, and i am confused. "Is he done? Did he already leave?"
I looked around the room, expecting to see Vorgath's imposing figure, but he was nowhere to be found. The young ones, sensing my confusion, remained quiet, their telepathic voices still.
I got up from my meal, my eyes scanning the room for any sign of Vorgath. But he was gone, and I was left with only silence.
I took a step forward, my mind racing with questions. Where had Vorgath gone? Had he left for good, or was he just stepping out for a moment?
I looked down at the young ones, who were watching me with wide, curious eyes. I knew I had to reassure them, to let them know that everything was okay.
But as I looked at them, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Vorgath's sudden disappearance had left me with a sense of unease, and I couldn't help but wonder what he was planning.
"Listen, little ones," I said, my voice echoing off the cold walls of my containment cell. "I'll tell you a story about our own history, about how I came to be."
The young ones' telepathic voices leaned in, their curiosity and excitement palpable. I took a deep breath, recalling the memories of my creation.
"I was born from darkness and blood," I began, my voice low and soothing. "Vorgath, the demon lord, created me using dark magic and the blood of my parents. I never knew them, and they never knew of my existence."
The young ones' telepathic voices whispered among themselves, their minds racing with questions and wonder.
"I'm known as 0063, or X," I continued. "I'm an experiment, a creation of Vorgath's power. But despite being born from darkness, I've found a new purpose in life - to protect and care for you, my young ones."
The young ones' telepathic voices grew quiet, their minds absorbing the weight of my words. I smiled, happy to share my story with them, to help them understand their own heritage.
I sigh "and destroy humanity because that was the main reason he created me"
The young ones' telepathic voices fell silent, as if the weight of my words had settled upon them. I sensed a mix of emotions from them - confusion, fear, and uncertainty.
I looked down at them, my eyes filled with a deep sadness. "I was created to be a weapon, a tool for Vorgath to destroy humanity. But as I grew in power and consciousness, I began to question my purpose."
The young ones' telepathic voices whispered among themselves, their minds struggling to comprehend the complexity of their father's existence.
"I don't know if I can ever escape my true nature," I continued, my voice barely above a whisper. "But I do know that I want to protect you, my young ones. I want to give you a chance to live, to thrive, and to forge your own paths in this world."
The young ones' telepathic voices grew quiet once more, their minds absorbing the weight of my words. I sensed a deep sadness in them, a sense of loss and longing. But I also sensed a glimmer of hope, a sense that they might one day be free to forge their own destinies.
I winced, feeling the young ones' movements inside me. Their squirming was a gentle reminder that they were growing, developing, and preparing to emerge into the world.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my own thoughts and emotions. The young ones' movements seemed to intensify, as if they were sensing my unease.
"Easy, little ones," I whispered, trying to reassure them. "It's okay. I'm here for you."
As I spoke, I felt a strange sensation, like a fluttering in my chest. It was a feeling I had never experienced before, and it left me feeling both curious and concerned.
As I rubbed my belly, the young ones' squirming slowed, and they seemed to settle into a more comfortable position. I could sense their contentment, their tiny hearts beating in a soothing rhythm.
My scales glistened in the dim light of the containment cell, and I felt a sense of calm wash over me. Rubbing my belly seemed to have a calming effect on both me and the young ones.
For a moment, I forgot about Vorgath, the experiments, and the darkness that had brought me into being. All that mattered was the gentle movement of the young ones inside me, and the soothing sensation of my own scales beneath my claws.
I looked at the remaining dead dragon carcass and continued eating it
I tore into the dead dragon's flesh, my teeth sinking into the cold, scaled meat. The young ones, sensing my hunger, remained still, their telepathic voices quiet.
As I ate, I felt a surge of energy and strength flow through me. The dragon's flesh was rich in nutrients, and I could feel my body absorbing them, using them to sustain myself and the young ones.
I ate methodically, my movements efficient and calculated. I had to conserve my strength, for I knew that the future was uncertain, and I would need all my power to protect the young ones and myself.
As I finished my meal, I felt a sense of satisfaction, my hunger sated. I lay down, my scales glistening in the dim light, and closed my eyes, letting the silence of the containment cell wash over me.
As I finished, I felt my stomach hurting by the dragon size
I winced, feeling a sharp pain in my stomach. The young ones, sensing my discomfort, stirred uneasily inside me.
I had eaten too much, too quickly. The dragon's carcass had been massive, and I had devoured it in a frenzy of hunger. Now, my stomach was protesting, the pain a dull ache that threatened to grow worse.
I shifted uncomfortably, trying to find a position that would ease the discomfort. The young ones, sensing my agitation, grew quiet, their telepathic voices stilled.
I took slow, deep breaths, trying to calm my body and mind. The pain would pass, I told myself. I just had to wait it out. But as I lay there, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had made a mistake, that I had eaten too much and would now have to pay the price.
I groaned, feeling the young ones' movements intensify. Their kicking and squirming was like a series of sharp jabs to my already tender stomach.
"Ahh, little ones," I whispered, trying to soothe them. "Please, not now. Father's stomach is hurting."
But they didn't seem to care. They continued to kick and squirm, their movements growing more frantic by the second.
I gritted my teeth, trying to endure the discomfort. But it was getting harder by the minute. The pain in my stomach was spreading, radiating outward like a wave.
Suddenly, one of the young ones delivered a particularly strong kick, and I felt a surge of agony. I gasped, my vision blurring for a moment.
"Little ones, please..." I whispered, my voice strained. "You're going to make Father sick..."
The young ones telepathy "we are just trying your stomach to feel better father!"
I was taken aback by the young ones' telepathic message. I hadn't expected them to be so aware of my discomfort, let alone try to help me.
I smiled, feeling a warmth in my heart. "Ah, little ones," I said, my voice filled with gratitude. "You're trying to help Father feel better. That's very kind of you."
I took a deep breath, focusing on the young ones' movements. As I did, I realized that their kicking and squirming was actually helping to ease the discomfort in my stomach.
"Keep going, little ones," I said, encouraging them. "Your efforts are making Father feel a little better."
The young ones continued to kick and squirm, their movements becoming more gentle and soothing. I closed my eyes, letting their efforts work their magic on my stomach.
I feel like if I refuse, it won't end well for me
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I considered the consequences of refusing the young ones' efforts. They were still developing, still learning to control their powers and their place in the world.
But I knew that they were also fiercely determined and strong-willed. If I refused their attempts to help me, they might become upset or even angry. And I wasn't sure if I could handle the consequences of their displeasure.
As a demonic dragon, I was powerful in my own right. But the young ones were a different story altogether. They were the future of our kind, and they possessed abilities that I couldn't even begin to understand.
I took a deep breath and nodded my head, resigned to my fate. "Very well, little ones," I said. "Continue to...ah...massage Father's stomach. I'm sure it will do me a world of good."
Despite the stomach pain and them kicking and squirming, it hurt a lot, but I keep quiet for them to be happy
I gritted my teeth, trying to bear the pain as the young ones continued to kick and squirm inside me. It was a strange, twisted sensation, like my stomach was being turned inside out.
But despite the agony, I remained silent, not wanting to alarm or upset the young ones. I knew that they were only trying to help, and I didn't want to discourage them.
So I endured the pain, my scales glistening with sweat as I struggled to keep my composure. The young ones, sensing my resolve, continued to kick and squirm, their movements becoming more vigorous and intense.
I felt like I was being torn apart from the inside out, but I refused to cry out, refused to let the young ones know how much pain I was in. I was their father, their protector, and I would endure anything to keep them safe and happy.
I forced a smile onto my face, trying to sound enthusiastic despite the agony I was in. "That's it, little ones!" I encouraged, my voice strained but hopeful. "Keep going! Father's stomach is feeling...ah...much better now."
The young ones, sensing my encouragement, redoubled their efforts. They kicked and squirmed with renewed vigor, their movements becoming even more intense and energetic.
I gritted my teeth, feeling like I was being torn apart from the inside out. But I refused to give in, refused to let the young ones know how much pain I was in. Instead, I continued to encourage them, urging them on as they worked to "help" me.
It was a strange, twisted dance, with me trying to endure the pain while the young ones continued to kick and squirm inside me. But I knew that it was all worth it, if it meant keeping them happy and healthy.
I grunted, feeling like my stomach was going to rupture from the intense kicking. The young ones were getting stronger by the minute, their movements becoming more forceful and energetic.
I tried to breathe deeply, hoping to calm myself down, but it was getting harder to focus. The pain was becoming almost unbearable, and I could feel my scales starting to crack under the pressure.
Despite the agony, I continued to encourage the young ones, my voice growing hoarse from the effort. "That's it, little ones!" I gasped. "Keep going! Father's...ah...stomach is...uh...feeling...better..."
My vision began to blur, and I felt like I was going to pass out from the pain. But I refused to give in, refused to let the young ones see me weak. I took another deep breath, trying to summon what little strength I had left.
"That's it, little ones!" I gasped again, my voice barely above a whisper. "You're doing great! Just a little...bit...longer..."
The young ones, sensing my encouragement, kicked and squirmed even harder. I felt like I was being torn apart, my scales cracking and splintering under the pressure.
Suddenly, I felt a strange sensation, like something was shifting inside me. The pain reached a crescendo, and then, in an instant, it was over. The young ones stopped kicking, and I felt a sense of stillness, like everything had come to a standstill.
Their kicked are getting stronger, and I roar in pain
"AAGH!" I roared, my voice echoing off the walls of the containment cell. The young ones' kicks had become incredibly powerful, and I could feel my scales cracking and splintering under the pressure.
My vision blurred, and I felt like I was going to pass out from the pain. I tried to breathe deeply, but even that was agony. Every movement, every twitch, sent waves of pain crashing through my body.
The young ones, sensing my distress, kicked and squirmed even harder. I felt like I was being torn apart from the inside out, my body stretched to the breaking point.
I roared again, my voice hoarse from the effort. "AAGH! LITTLE ONES, PLEASE...STOP!" But they just kept kicking, their movements relentless and unstoppable.
The young ones stopped and began to whimper
I lay there, panting heavily, my body throbbing with pain. The young ones' whimpering was a stark contrast to their previous energetic kicking, and I sensed a deep concern emanating from them.
I tried to speak, but my voice was barely above a whisper. "Shh, little ones...it's okay...Father's just...hurt a little..."
The young ones' whimpering grew louder, and I could sense their distress. They had never seen me like this before, and they didn't know how to react.
I summoned what little strength I had left and reached out with my mind, trying to comfort the young ones. "It's okay, little ones...Father's going to be fine...just...need to rest for a little while..."
They won't stop whimpering
I tried to reassure them again, my voice still weak but filled with as much comfort as I could muster. "Shh, little ones...please don't cry...Father's here...everything will be okay..."
But the young ones wouldn't stop whimpering. They were scared and worried, and they didn't know how to process what had just happened. I could sense their fear and uncertainty, and it broke my heart.
I tried to move, to reach out and comfort them physically, but my body was too battered and bruised. I was trapped, unable to do anything but lie there and try to calm them down with my words.
Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, the young ones' whimpering turned into full-blown wailing. The sound was deafening, and it tore at my heart. I felt helpless, unable to do anything to comfort my children.
I closed my eyes, feeling tears prick at the corners. I had never felt so helpless in my life. The young ones' wailing was like a knife to my heart, and I couldn't bear the thought of them being so scared and upset.
Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I remembered the words of an old dragon proverb: "In times of greatest pain, find comfort in the heartbeat of your young."
I focused on the young ones' heartbeats, feeling their rhythmic pulsing inside me. Slowly but surely, their wailing began to subside, replaced by sniffles and whimpering.
I took a deep breath, trying to muster up what little strength I had left. "Shh, little ones," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Father's here. Everything will be okay."
The young ones' whimpering slowly faded away, replaced by an uneasy silence. I lay there, waiting, hoping that they would eventually fall asleep. But as the silence stretched on, I realized that they were waiting for me to do something, to make everything better.
Suddenly, they began to grow bigger even though there were 50 of them, and they were 1 day and still have 999 days remaining . Their development rate speed is insane they were small, but now they are growing
I felt a mix of emotions as I watched the young ones grow inside me. Their rapid development was astonishing, but it also brought concerns about their future. As they continued to grow, I could feel my body stretching to accommodate them.
Their scales were hardening, and their tiny wings were beginning to take shape. I could sense their powers growing, their connection to the dark magic that had created them becoming stronger.
I wondered what kind of creatures they would become when they finally emerged from my belly. Would they be able to control their powers, or would they succumb to the darkness that had created them?
And what would Vorgath do when he discovered that his creations were growing at such an alarming rate? Would he see them as a success, or would he be intimidated by their rapid development?
I had so many questions, but for now, I could only wait and watch as the young ones continued to grow inside me.
They grow even faster
I felt my body straining to accommodate the young ones' rapid growth. They were expanding at an exponential rate, their scales hardening, and their wings unfolding. I could sense their powers surging, their connection to the dark magic intensifying.
My belly was stretched to the limit, my scales creaking under the pressure. I was finding it harder to breathe, my lungs compressed by the sheer size of the young ones.
I tried to calm myself, focusing on the wonder of their growth. But it was getting increasingly difficult. The pain was becoming unbearable, my body screaming in protest.
And yet, despite the agony, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the young ones' rapid development. They were defying all logic, growing at a rate that was both astonishing and terrifying.
They won't stop growing until I hit the 14-meter mark
I felt my body stretching, my scales cracking, and my bones straining as the young ones continued to grow inside me. They were relentless, their expansion showing no signs of slowing down.
I was getting bigger, my body ballooning outward as I approached the 14-meter mark. My mind was reeling, trying to comprehend the sheer scale of the young ones' growth.
My vision was blurring, my senses overwhelmed by the pain and pressure. I was a dragon, but I had never experienced anything like this before.
The young ones were still growing, their powers surging, and their connection to the dark magic intensifying. I could feel myself becoming a vessel, a container for their rapid expansion.
And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the growth stopped. I lay there, panting, my body straining to accommodate the young ones' massive size. I had reached the 14-meter mark, and the young ones had finally stopped growing.
I use healing magic on myself to repair the damage from their growth
I focused my energy, channeling the healing magic through my body. The warm, soothing energy coursed through my veins, seeking out the damaged areas and beginning to repair them.
My scales, cracked and broken from the young ones' rapid growth, began to mend, reforming and strengthening. My bones, strained and stressed, slowly began to repair themselves, the micro-fractures sealing shut.
The pain, a constant companion during the young ones' growth, began to recede, replaced by a sense of relief and relaxation. My breathing slowed, my heart rate returning to normal.
As the healing magic continued to flow, I felt my strength and vitality returning. My body, exhausted from the ordeal, began to rejuvenate, preparing me for the challenges ahead.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the healing magic dissipated, leaving me feeling refreshed, renewed, and ready to face whatever lay ahead. The young ones, sensing my return to full strength, stirred inside me, their presence a reminder of the incredible journey that lay ahead.
I sigh. "Father is OK, just damaged scales and cracks bones from you guys' rapid growth!"
The young ones, sensing my relief, responded with a chorus of gentle chirps and coos, their way of apologizing for the discomfort they had caused. I could feel their concern and affection, and it warmed my heart.
"It's okay, little ones," I reassured them, my voice filled with love and understanding. "Father is just glad that you're growing strong and healthy. We'll get through this together."
The young ones seemed to accept my words, their glowing softening into contented sighs. I could feel them settling back into their usual rhythms, their growth spurt finally slowing down.
As I lay there, surrounded by the gentle sounds of my children, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and wonder. The young ones were growing at an incredible rate, and I had no doubt that they would become powerful, magnificent dragons in their own right.
The young ones telepathy "we are sorry we never want to hurt you!"
I smiled, feeling a deep sense of connection with my children. "I know, little ones," I replied, my thoughts echoing through our telepathic bond. "Father knows you didn't mean to hurt me. You're growing and learning, and that's what's important."
I paused, taking a moment to gather my thoughts. "But I want you to know that Father is proud of you, no matter what. You're strong, brave, and kind, and those are the qualities that truly matter."
The young ones' telepathic voices filled with emotion, their thoughts tumbling out in a joyful jumble. "We love you, Father! We'll always try to make you proud!"
I chuckled, feeling a sense of warmth and contentment spread through my chest. "I love you too, little ones," I replied, my thoughts filled with affection. "And I know you will. You're going to grow up to be incredible dragons, and Father can't wait to see what the future holds for you."
I rest to get some sleep
I settled in, letting out a deep sigh as I relaxed my body. The young ones, sensing my fatigue, grew quiet, their gentle stirrings and soft thoughts a soothing background hum.
As I drifted off to sleep, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. Despite the challenges and uncertainties that lay ahead, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be – surrounded by my children, and ready to face whatever the future held.
My eyelids grew heavy, and my breathing slowed. The young ones' gentle presence lulled me into a deep and dreamless sleep, my body and mind recharging for the adventures that lay ahead.