She woke up seemingly hung over, with decent stomach pain as she tried to bend over to climb out of bed. Stumbling in the bathroom, wincing as she dropped to the toilet, hitting her stomach on the bowl. She dry heaves for twenty minutes before a familiar voice in her head speaks.
"Finally you're awake."
She looks around, getting up to walk out the bathroom.
"Stop. Look," the voice catches her in the mirror.
She looks at her bare body, down to her stomach; the skin pulled enough her veins nearly show, all the red soreness, from the bulge.
"Yeah, the abrupt pregnancy does cause some pain, a human body is better suited for gradual expansion. Sorry."
When she heard pregnancy, she let out a scream turning the mirror to mere particles. "How the fuck am I pregnant?!"
"That's what the spell was for. I needed to be reborn. I knew you were the one. This is the ultimate show of love."
"Z-zane...?"
"Zanaeris, but yes. It is I... inside of you."
"Are you kidding me, is this a joke?!"
"I assure you this was not done in jest. I really am a God, I really am inside of you. This is the curse I bare for staying on the mortal realm, every few hundred or so years I must be reborn, or I may perish," he explains.
"I gotta get an abortion, quick. Fuck this."
"Won't work. You have all my power, basically. I am just the core you channel it from. You'll realize soon enough that you are a new woman, who thinks different and bare different instincts, some you can't control. You can't, or let anybody else harm me, if you don't believe me; go to the kitchen, grab a knife and stab yourself in the stomach."
She grabs one of his hoodies, throws on a pair of his sweatpants, her shoes and shambles downstairs. Full intent to do as he challenged, finding herself going to the fridge. Stuffing food in her mouth, drinking from the cartons, jugs, and bottles. Managing to pull herself to the drawer of cutlery and other cooking utensils, grabbing a knife, her eyes quickly darted to a cabinet, flinging the door away, the knife pierced a can of spaghetti sauce. She carved it open, drinking the contents. She tried to stab herself again, only repeating the results with a can of pears. She slumps down in tears.
"I told you."
"Now what," she cried.
"Well... your instincts will take over, for the most part. I need- we will need energy, life force. This will take a toll on your mortal body. It'll be like recharging me, which we have till the next new moon to do so, that is when I'll be born."
"What happens if it doesn't work?"
"Either you'll turn in to some hideous monster, like a wyvern, or something. Or explode violently. My memory is hazy on the matter."
"What do I need to do, my love, she sighed.
"Drain the essence of those in power. Metaphorical power."
"How?"
"Fuck them. Coitus. Once their seed is in you, your body will do the rest. That's the goal, though you can do anybody as filler, and pretty much anybody you have sex with, will be drained, but focus on those of power."
"Like the president?"
"Basically. Really anybody who's went through a ritual to get in a position of power."
"My manager wants to fuck me, does that count, he had to go through training and a promotion. That count?"
"Exactly."
"I should be losing my damn mind right now, I can't believe I'm so calm."
"You have a higher purpose, you are adapting. Don't worry about being pregnant as a turn-off, they won't be able to resist your charm."
"He wants to fuck me anyway... and he's an asshole," she grins.
Later on while at work, Lillian was called in the manager's office before her shift was over, something she was looking forward to, for once.
"I understand you're wanting to move up in to a better paid position, I've been, shall we say; noticing you. I'm just not sure if you could handle the stress. I've also heard you were going to complain to upper management about my ways of handling things," Kransley stated.
"Some of those women just aren't suited for the jobs they have. They're afraid to complain about your... mentoring, we'll call it."
She feels this urge come about her, like she could melt him in her hands. "That's it, don't fight it," Zaenaris spoke. Her eyes narrowed as she looked on. "I'm not, my love. This feeling is overwhelming," she thought.
