Animalistic Desires

AHaCaS part 7

(I do not own any of the images in these stories.)
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As weak as he was, the king forced his way up upon his feet. His body was trembling as he was barely able to hold up his sword.

"You're weak old man." Laughed the gargoyle king. "If you have any sense, you will fall upon your own sword.  Because if your death is to be by my hand, it shall be slow and painful."

"No, please!" Cried the princess.  "I know he wronged you, and I know he doesn't deserve your mercy!  But if you spare him, I will be yours!"

Once again, the gargoyle king began to laugh. "You are already mine! I can smell it on you!  You are carrying my child, my son!" He then turned his attention back towards the frail king. "That's right your majesty, your daughter is carrying my son. That means he'll be a gargoyle, like his father!"

"That abomination will never sit on my thrown!" Cried the king.

"Father?" The princess cried out in horror. All of a sudden the king turned around, faced his daughter and lifted his sword.

"I'm sorry my daughter." Said the king. "But this is for the best, I cannot allow that unholy demon to grow inside of you."

"Father no!" She cried in terror as he was about to end her life. But before he could, the gargoyle king grabbed his wrist. He was able to stop the king from destroying his intended victim. He then turned the king around, and broke the arm that he was grasping. The king cried out in pain, as he dropped the sword.

"You think I want your worthless throne!" Exclaimed the gargoyle king. "I shall become ruler of a my own kingdom, an empire more powerful than you can even comprehend!  You claim to love your daughter! Yet you were willing to kill her for being pregnant, with a gargoyle! A species that you had unsuccessfully tried to force into extinction!  So which of us is the real monster?  You shall not destroy the woman I love, or our unborn son. No your majesty, your time has come to an end. And the time of the gargoyles is about to begin. The first of which, shall be your own grandson!"

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Cali looked out the window as the plane was taking off, she couldn't believe how much her life had changed in less than forty eight hours.  How could her uncle have gotten mixed up with these people?  But then it dawned on her, this was all her fault. That's how he was able to pay for everything. The therapists, the tutors, a place for them to live, and even her college. It was all mafia money that he had borrowed. A warm tear soon escaped her.

"Are you okay?" Asked Rosalina who had a sweet smile. Cali almost didn't know how to respond.  On the one hand, Rosalina seemed like a nice person, someone Cali would really like. Plus she seemed to have the confidence that Cali always wanted. But on the other hand, she feared her. What if she said the wrong thing, and Rosalina would report it right back to Gabriel?

"Um, I'm fine." Cali replied while giving her a shy smile. "I guess, I guess I'm just overwhelmed. That's all."

Rosalina sighed. "Look, my brother told me how you two met. And I'm not going to pretend that I'm okay with it. But there really isn't anything I can do about it. The truth is, our family has enemies. And in the underworld, information moves faster than the internet. They probably know about you by now. He couldn't let you go, even if he wanted to. And believe me, he doesn't want to."

"Wonderful." Cali replied with a sarcastic sigh.

"But you have to understand." Rosalina continued. "Neither my brother, nor I, ever wanted this life. He even left home as soon a s he graduated from college.  He worked for years as an architect."