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Nigel and the Birth Mother (Unfinished) (Can't post it yet).
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She enjoys portraying herself as a half-aware and dimwitted beast, drunken in the stupor of her own bodily composure.Chanda: Any titan expecting to live long enough would do well to protect themselves where they are softest. For ANY being, it is a natural rule of combat. But in her case, the weakness lies much deeper...within.
Nigel: Within?
Chanda: Yes, within...where her love is strongest.
Nigel: Love?
Chanda: I wouldn't expect that one such as you could even defend his mind against such a pleasantry. Deep within her body, there is much love. An actual "Heaven," even...
Nigel: H-...Heaven???
Chanda: To fall beneath the lulls that emanate from within her is as sure a fate as any. And there are many who would give up on trying to best her before even coming within 10 feet of her location. Such is the power of The Birth Mother.
Nigel: Birth...what?
Chanda: A vile thing she is, placed at a significance far above most other beings. Some say that it is she whom this world belongs to, and not The Mother of Paradise.
Nigel: But why would they say that?
Chanda: ...You are still too young...
Nigel: It really sounds like an awesome privledge to be the, um...the...
Chanda: Birth Mother.
Nigel: Yeah! Or something.
Chanda: I see that this being interests you to some degree...
Nigel: ...Huh?
Chanda: Do not concern yourself with anything outside of bringing her to justice. Would you sacrifice the lives of the many all for the sake of appearing to be...appealing before her?
Nigel: What?
Chanda: You can be very humorous at times, ha ha.
[narration]
Chanda: The task is not one that many would undertake. Or be trustworthy of completing. But your...eagerness in this matter is more than the beginning of a possible end result in the matter.
Nigel: I'm sorry, I don't understand.
Chanda: Look at me.
Nigel: ...Huh?
[narration conveying how Chanda crouches down to face Nigel's face, her form shifting partially to that of her were-form, which is partially noticeable in the changing of her eyes to a ruby coloration]
Nigel: M-mom...?
Chanda: Come to me.
[narration conveying Nigel's reluctance to come closer to her]
Chanda: Come closer, so that you can feel my breath.
[narration conveying how Chanda's creepy words had frightened him]
Chanda: I want you to place your hand on my tongue.
Nigel: Wh-...why?
Chanda: To show you a small thing. But it will be of a much greater significance in actual reality.
[thourough narration conveying how Nigel had placed his hand upon Chanda's tongue, and how she had folded her tongue around his hand, YANKING him towards her mouth to then suckle upon his whole arm, and in variated ways. Narration conveying Nigel's mixed feelings of terror and trust...and arousal.]
Chanda: That...was only a taste of what it will be like to enter into her body.
Nigel: *he felt briefly complacent* ...Her BODY?!?!
Chanda: The weak spot of an angel most corrupt lies at the center of their entire being. There are many warriors who have slain such beings and lived to tell the tale. But even more numerous are they who had fallen prey to their wiles, and for some fell reason or another. You must travel lightly. Your resolve must endure, most assuredly. But resolve can become a thing all too dangerous when faced with a holy remnant, especially in the case of one so duly equipped to wrench from you your very sanity.
Nigel: Mother...
Chanda: Funny. I had almost thought it a much wiser decision to send that nonchalant vagrant of a friend of yours into this...
Nigel: Sheryl?
Chanda: No, Akira.
[narration conveying Nigel's then aprehensive demeanor, and the nature of their surroundings]
Chanda: It almost takes a hapless buffoon to even accomplish a task so...endearing. I know what that boy desires most, for I have dealt with one much like him in my own time. Pathetic. But still, a brainless fool such as he might very well return unscathed.
Nigel: You can trust me with this?
Chanda: "I can be assured that you will undertake the task at hand?"
Nigel: ...What?
Chanda: Of course I can. After all, you are my son.
Nigel: What does that mean?
Chanda: It means that you've been hiding secrets from me, none of which have ever escaped my notice.
[narration conveying Nigel's suprise and sudden embarrassment, and Chanda's amusement]
Nigel: This isn't funny! It's not...~
Chanda: "This?"
Nigel: It's not funny...
Chanda: What exactly are you referring to?
Nigel: I'm just...
Chanda: And why do you feel a need to reassure yourself?
Nigel: I...I can't...
Chanda: You will, regardless of what anyone tells you.
Nigel: Why should I?
Chanda: Outside of fulfilling your own convictions?
Nigel: I don't...
Chanda: Hmm?
Nigel: ...I don't care if they die.
Chanda: Your friends?
Nigel: No.
Chanda: Then of whom do you speak?
Nigel: ...Humanity.
Chanda: It is not only they who's lives are at stake. But you already know this...
Nigel: Why ME?!
Chanda: ...
Nigel: Why can't anyone else go?!
Chanda: Because for them she would show extremity of prejudice, slaughtering them all without mercy.
Nigel: What makes me any different?
Chanda: ...
Nigel: You make it sound...
Chanda: Like...?
Nigel: Like I won't even return alive.
Chanda: How would you feel if I told you that it is not a matter of life and death?
Nigel: That doesn't even make any sense!
Chanda: For many, it does not...except for you.
[brief narration conveying Nigel's sudden fear]
Chanda: No one else could accomplish this. No one but you.
Nigel: Well heh, it sounds pretty easy then!
Chanda: ...?
Nigel: If I don't even have a chance of losing, where's the challenge?
Chanda: ...
Nigel: I don't get all that other stuff, but if I can't even lose then there's nothing to even worry about!
Chanda: Ignorance has the better of you.
Nigel: ...Huh?
Chanda: Do you really think yourself to be one without blemish?
Nigel: Will I...survive?
Chanda: It depends. For how long do you intend to stay inside her?
Nigel: Does it matter?
Chanda: MATTER? Oh ho ho... *she chuckles* It makes all the difference, silly child.
Nigel: But wait, what happens if I stay inside her for too long?
Chanda: *she giggled in a deep tone, advancing*
Nigel: Mother, what did you mean by that? Mother?
Chanda: *she ignores him*
Nigel: Mother!
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Chanda: Ignorance has the better of you.
Nigel: ...Huh?
Chanda: Do you really think yourself to be one without flaw?
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Chanda: Ignorance has the better of you.
Nigel: ...Huh?
Chanda: Do you really think yourself to be one without blemish?
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