All for the children

All for the children

I was doing paperwork. This was NOT by choice. However, reproduction was serious business when applied to demons. Angels and mortals can just have sex and oops! There’s a baby! But for demons it requires a good deal of effort to acquire the permits, buy the materials, mod the genetics, or have them modded, to give the child a good and healthy future, and THEN the mother can implant the zygote and get a baby. If, of course, she doesn’t want to just use an exowomb. Due to the unique socioeconomic framework of demonic society this all generated LOADS of paperwork. I’m VERY glad that I didn’t have to deal with all that boring bullshit.

Instead, my bullshit had an entirely different quality to it. Instead, I simply got the “Special” cases. With gene twisting commonplace, you can imagine the strange and weird shit that people will do with it. Let’s imagine some parents who believe that frustrated sexual desire builds character. They want their kid to have lots of character, so they design a neuter with an enormous sex drive. That happened. In fact, that happens, to correct the tense. I am the one to tell them no. I have to wade through all the abnormal body types and fucked up minds, figure out if they WORK, whether or not it’s ethical (No babies designed to be bundles of misery and/or slaves), and finally if the parents have the means and the terrain to raise their darling little bundle of strangeness up well. Terrain, you say? There are people who want to raise a virtual mermaid in their pool in the middle of the desert. Demon, angel, or mortal, there are idiots EVERYWHERE. All we have is a better form of government.

*Boodaboop* A messenger window. Damn it, I told those bubble-headed little sluts not to message me when I’m working… Hopefully a child of mine. Ah? Someone I don’t know?

The Maestro says:
Once upon a time, the world was made. There were two people made with it. They lived in a delightful little cage called Eden. They were named Adam and Lillith. Made to be dumb and happy, they should’ve remained that way, but something went terribly, terribly wrong…
Hmm? Oh god… Probably a goth. Goddamn succubi, NEVER should’ve given them my e-mail address…

The Maestro says:
In order to impress Michelle, better known to some as Michael, an angel named Yves grew something I like to call “The fifteen inch folly”.
Um… What the fuck?

The Maestro says:
Now Adam, being on the largish side of average, developed a severe case of penis envy. To secure what he perceived as the remains of his masculinity, he tried to regain a measure of control over his life.
In retrospect, that explains soooo much.

The Maestro says:
He began this by trying to forbid Lillith from being on top during sex. She was on top, to be blunt, because he was a horrible fuck.
So very true.

The Maestro says:
Understand that the world was only a few days old at this time. He hadn’t much practice with sex and there wasn’t much of an incentive to get better, Lillith having no one else to have sex with. To get any satisfaction she had to take control. The angels with a sex were all experimenting with each other, there were no other humans, and the only unpaired (A flawed phrase, as they rarely restricted themselves to one other) angel being Yves. Really, fifteen inches? A bit much for ANYONE.
Not to mention that I had never actually spoken to any of them. And do I delve into your sex life, mistah music man? No. Not that I know who you are...

The Maestro says:
So, she left. Having the brilliant but flawed idea that there would be humans elsewhere, she left. The rest of the world being “Under construction” at that point, there wasn’t anywhere else to go. And when left, Eden can never be regained. She somehow survived the thirst and starvation of the desert and never starved again. I believe that she made some kind of pact with an otherworldly entity. The barriers were thin in those days. That would also explain how and why she bore the dhampiel, the true live vampires...
Accurate enough. And I’m fuzzy enough about the dhampiel myself... While pacts with what may be the very first russulka, a hungry (female!) ghost, may be effective, becoming pregnant for the very first time in the history of this planet with no knowledge of it at all can shake a woman up. Thought I was dying. Thank god my pregnancies only last two weeks...

The Maestro says:
The creator, when he was informed, said something to the effect of: More power to her, not gonna die anyhow, I’ll make another one. Adam, being a prick and wanting to exercise his authority, rejected the second wife too. Although that might have had something to do with the fact that she was assembled from the bone up in front of him... Point being, the creator threw up his metaphorical hands and left Adam to his devices. Adam continued whining. To shut him up a few angels knocked him out, butchered him, doubled his parts, modified some of them to be female, and put them back together. Slightly wrong. Some damage was sustained in the process even to the part that were put back together right. And so man became the flawed beings they are today.
So THIS was what happened... Never quite knew the details.

The Maestro says:
Lillith at this time was still wandering. Soon after the creator left and the god wars begun, the demons left heaven to create Hell. Didn’t really fall though. She met up with them, met up with Sammael, saw everything that Adam wasn’t and fell instantly in love. Quickly born were the various Lilim, from the succubi to the djinn. They all, being perfect beings, were far too powerful. The succubi were too beautiful, too intelligent, too intimidating, in short, to fill the niche that they had assumed. There were replaced with cheap, comfortable copies. The djinn... The djinn were the same. But they were fire. And it is the nature of fire to grow and to consume, with or without malice. Sammael was forced to slaughter them all...
I don’t want to hear this part... I’m crying. I don’t want to cry... I don’t cry... STOP IT.

The Other Mother:
WHO ARE YOU? WHAT DO YOU WANT?

The Maestro says:
Quite simple. I’m Dumah.
Dumah...? The angel of silence...? I remember... He watched over me in the desert... What does he want...?

The Maestro says:
Would you like to give motherhood one more try try?