[tags: violence, breast feeding]
The elements to resurrect Areth are coming together. What will be the final cost to restore one life?
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Chapter 23
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Awakening
Lyden Snow spared a quick glance over to where Sonia spoke to Shelly. He didn't know what was wrong with either of his children, though one of Sheldon's girlfriendsโ Shlee? Mandy?โ attempted to tell him what they'd endured. Shelly was acting like a sex-crazed maniac while looking like she couldn't care less about everything else going on.
And Sheldon... His oldest son lay comatose in his arms. His breathing was even, though his face contorted into pain every few seconds.
"โand that's when the Pillar of Darkness cursed Eldon," the four-armed woman said, pulling Lydon's attention fully to her.
"He
cursed
my son?!" he exploded. He'd grown angry a moment ago when she'd said something about King Aecus kidnapping Shelly, but blew it off when he was told that Aecus was dead. Good riddance! That was one less enemy for Lydon to worry about. He suspected that there was more to that story, but hadn't been told everything yet.
Hearing that the always unpredictable Pillar of Darkness had actually cursed his son was too much. Everything was happening at a speed he couldn't keep up with. Shelly was acting way out of character, and his son, who still glowed golden in his sight, and who was supposed to be impervious to any permanent damage or harm, was comatose. And to add to everything swirling around him, Gloria was trying to kill the Pillar of Fire. Too much happening for him to track it all. He suffered from a feeling he'd not experienced in quite some time. He was overwhelmed.
"Not cursed," Shlee interjected. He noticed her canine teeth were still a little elongated showing her agitation and her werewolf heritage. Werewolves were his enemy too, right? No, they were now his allies. And one was dating his son. "The Pillar of Darkness blessed your son. Which I think is worse, but he said it was needed in order to bring your fairy back."
My fairy?
Lydon wondered, then cursed himself. Areth! The whole reason his kids went to deal with the font of evil. Why was he finding it so hard to think? And why was he looking up into Sheila's worried gaze? Wasn't he just holding their son? She was saying something to him, and he had to focus hard to hear her. It felt like she was talking to him down a tunnel. No, his vision was just darkening at the edges. He knew that was a bad sign, but knew that there were more pressing needs.
"You're bleeding, Master!" She seemed to be yelling, but he managed to just understand her. "You've lost a lot of blood."
Well, that would explain that annoying itch in his side. If she was that worried, he had to be hurt worse than he felt. His slave knew how resilient he was. If nothing else, her fear galvanized his thoughts.
I need to enter my mind space,
he thought. He could heal up there, especially if he pulled his children in to help. They had strong souls. But something was off. Wasn't there something else going on? What was he forgetting?
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As soon as he opened his eyes, Lyden remembered everything. Except how he got hurt. He remembered Gloria coming in and attacking Gaia. Alloria fired arrows in rapid succession, but they bounced harmlessly off the previous goddess of love. Had one accidently hit him? Alloria was a perfect shot with her bow, and while he knew she detested him, he couldn't imagine her actually trying to hurt him. They were allies in protecting Gaia.
He looked around, and noted the form his
mens mundi
took. He stood in a large tented pavilion, lush cushions lining the red walls and covering the floor. He recognized it as one of his favorite orgy spots with his wives, and shook his head. Not the kind of place he wanted to bring his children into. He needed to heal, but he didn't need sex for that while in here.
With a little effort of mental will, his surroundings misted and reformed into Gaia's receiving chambers. There was no battle taking place now, and he stood alone. Where were his kids? Sheldon and Shelly should have been pulled in as he fell asleep. Or rather, fell unconscious.
Closing his eyes, he tried again to pull them into his mind-scape. They were both out cold, so it should be no issue, unless they had protections up. Or... No, that thought wasn't worth having.
"Shelly is a little occupied at the moment," an old but familiar voice said. "And as your son has received the blessing of a being that cannot bless, he is currently out of reach as well."
Lydon's eyes snapped open. He felt his jaw slacken as he looked at a scrawny old man, long grey-white hair hung from his head and down his shoulder in scraggly waves. He wore an old-fashioned tuxedo that might have been in style when Lyden took the man's life.
"D-dad?" His voice cracked as he tried to speak. He'd talked to his father before while in Shelly's
mens mundi
, but didn't realize his old man could come visit his. He stood still as he looked over Shemhazau Encantado. "What... How are you here?"