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Disclaimers: Doing this only for therapeutic value. Not making any money off it. All the familiar characters in this fic belong to Marvel & Stan Lee. We're broke, so suing us would just be a comedy waiting to happen.
Notes: This is an AU because empathy and spatial awareness are just too cool for Remy not to have.
Summary: A female demon has been released from a centuries old stasis pod and feeds on the power of mutants in her strange new world. Can the X-men stop her before she and her progeny lead mutant kind to eternal damnation?
Warnings: We don't know French or Cajun French, so our apologies to people of those areas if we butchered the language in this fic. If we put any in this fic, it came from online translators and La library archives. Because this is an AU, some of the characters in this story may seem OOC. Also, we don't know the occult and apologize to anyone we may offend.
Words between / / are
thoughts or mental speak
Words between * * are flashbacks
Words between ~ ~ are lyrics to any songs that may be used in the fic
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Bright light from late afternoon sun filtered through long slashes in heavily ornate drapes.
The royal purple and gold curtains adorning all the western facing windows of the second-story master suite complemented the enormous counterpane draped extravagantly to the floor on a massive king-sized, four poster bed, carved with intricate woodwork that swirled to the tips of the corner posts.
A figure stirred from under the Egyptian cotton sheets softly cooing as the afternoon sun caressed her flesh. Flaxen coloured hair draped around a supple nude form as a woman rose to a seated position and stretched her arms lazily above her head. The radiant beauty gracefully swung her long slender legs over the side of the bed. There was a sparkle of amusement in her aquamarine eyes as she gazed upon her surroundings in haughty satisfaction. The room, as well as the entire dwelling was luxuriously decadent, filled with the finest and rarest possessions, obtainable only by the wealthiest and most influential of individuals. But it wasn’t the mere richness of the surroundings that led the naked beauty to pursue the man that owned this particular mansion. Neither was it his power and position but the innate sex-drive that was his unspoken reputation within well-healed New York society. She had hunted him down, like a panther stalking its pray; her equally insatiable appetite feeding her unstoppable desires until he finally succumbed to her compelling sex-appeal.
It had been ridiculously easy to bring the wealthy entrepreneur under her control; drawing on his energy one fuck at a time, he was a mere human after all. His son had been just as easy to manipulate, but the younger flesh, whilst sweet, hadn’t the stamina to satiate her rampant sexual cravings. She had of course waited an appropriate amount of time before disposing of them both.
Standing, she made her way towards the door, grabbing a silken-flowered robe on her way out of the room. The smooth garment barely covered her modesty as she glided down the hallway; fabric clinging to her ample buttocks, pert nipples wantonly pushing to escape the robe’s encasement with every step. Reaching the far end of the corridor she pulled open the metal grating of the old Victorian elevator that would take her down into the depths of the old sprawling mansion.
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The air hung heavy in the dark basement of the large house; thick limestone footings encased the vaulted ceilings of the cellar that once held vast selections of wines from days long past. The dank air and ice cold stone slabs held no interest to the woman who now moved like a silent shadow along the aisled crypt-like room. Long slender fingers slid delicately over the stones caressing each one as if a lover. Her steps became little hops and skips as she neared the far end, excited coos and moans escaping full red lips as the air became increasingly heavy. As the arches gave way to solid stone she stopped briefly, her foot catching something firm. In the near darkness her eyes glowed with an inner flame as she giggled softly to herself; she could see all about her in perfect clarity. Slowly, and with her usual seductiveness she crouched down to where the firm object lay.
“Did you miss me, my dear?” She murmured in soft silky tones. “I missed you.” she added. Reaching out long pale fingers she caressed the husk-like cheek of a desiccated corpse; stroking it with all the affection of a long-time lover. “Today’s your special day my love,” she whispered, “today you’ll see just how much I appreciated your beautiful, beautiful body.” As the last words dropped from her lips she leaned forward. The robe finally gave way to heaving breasts as she laid plump lips to those of the gray and shrivelled rind of the cadaver at her feet. Moaning as if the long-dead lover returned the twisted affection, she held him there for what seemed like forever. Finally, drawing away, she licked her lips and the dust of decay that rested there, grinning with wild-eyed insanity.
“Now my love, you will see.” She added rising from the macabre scene.
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Deep beyond the shadows of the sick graveyard, the nymph-like figure of the woman traced her hands over the cold stone. Finding what she was looking for she grasped hold of the large iron ring in the wall and pulled. Her small figure belied the strength within her body and the heavy weight of the concealed doorway swung outward at her bidding. The hot oppressive atmosphere of the cellar was suddenly blasted with an even hotter discharge of clammy air from beyond the doorway and for a moment the woman bathed in its caress; turning round to allow it to completely cover her. Soft beads of perspiration gathered on her skin and she let the loosened robe fall from her perfect form.
Stepping through the pitch-black doorway she descended the iron stairs that spiralled downward. The shaft was long-forgotten; the remains of equally long-forgotten escape routes from the old subway deep beneath the streets of the city. In her quest to find what she needed, she had discovered these ancient pathways, and with a depth of intelligence and cunning she kept hidden from her pray and the outside world had identified and seduced her way into the one place that would give her unimpeded access. Now, naked, hot and satiated from her last nightly feed, this seductive Medusa made her way into the tunnels below.
As the heat grew to an overwhelming temperature she felt the power inside her stirring, the stale smell from corpse and still air now mixed with the scent of dust and decay within the complex of passages making her almost dizzy with anticipation. For a moment she paused to regain control of her almost shaking body. She sniffed the air and the bitter bile-filled scent of death filled her flared nostrils. Her womanhood pulsed with a perverse sexual desire as the smell of something beyond precious wafted on the sickening odour.
“I am coming my beauties, I am coming.”
Stealing herself to move on, the pale naked creature glided easily through the carnivorous passages until the overwhelming scent - now so thick it could be cut with a knife - filled almost every pore of her being. Moaning at its almost erotic sensation, she stepped way from the main passage and into a narrow side tunnel.
Her feet crunched against brittle objects and sticky wetness, but she ignored the desiccated and decomposing corpses that littered the floor beneath her feet. As she slid like a ghost through the passage, chains and manacles that hung from the walls rattled and clanked; the sound of pain and torture sending a cold shiver of wicked delight through her already aroused body. Smiling with un-restrained pleasure she moved further into the depths until her night-sight vision and soft fingers gazed upon and caressed the objects of her total love and primal desire. Long white pods covered in thick mucus rose from the death and detritus of the tunnel floor; hundreds of hot, damp cocoons that housed the growing sickness that was her offspring. For a long time she wandered between them. With each touch the pods glowed with a sickly yellow light as the malformed bodies within responded to her presence.
“It won’t be long now, my children, not long. But first the last of your siblings need to be born.” She told them tenderly, the pods quivering their response.
Finally she reached the back of the tunnel. Finding a taper she lit two small candles and the evil nest was brought to life in an eerie half-light. Among the pods, covering the floor, was a collection of thick rugs and blankets, piles of pillows and soft cloth, heaped into a bed-like structure; dark crusted patches and stains covered the bundle, mixed with pieces of bone and fragments of corpses. Lowering herself into the mound she crawled and shuffled, moaning and cooing as she made herself comfortable on the ghoulish birthing bed. Finally the naked form of the deceptively beautiful creature lay sprawled among the sheets; her legs bent and parted, eyes half closed.
“It is time, my children. You are the last of my brood.” She rubbed her abdomen longingly. No natural signs of pregnancy could be seen on the soft flat belly of the woman, but as she rubbed the muscles twitched and rippled. “Ahh yesss.” She hissed as she felt the movement inside her. Pulling up her legs even further she spread them wider, “Come and join your brothers and sisters.” She whispered. Her stomach heaved again. This time the hiss of pleasure was replaced by a scream as the birth pains wracked her body. But the pains turned to pleasure as she revelled in the sick act; her body becoming as aroused as it did when she sucked the life from her victims.
As the intensity grew she writhed and flailed against it, her belly growing visibly by the moment as the last of her brood made its presence known. As the moment grew ever closer she felt the pure essence of her true self flood her veins. Her eyes flashed brightly and her body twisted and rippled. All the energy she had suffused the night before drained from her into the growing evil inside her as it drank its first meal. Unable to hold the glamour of her perfect body against the onslaught of pain and pleasure her offspring brought with every twist, she let out an almighty scream that echoed off every wall and floor of the tunnels in which she now lay. Her pristine creamy skin grew gray and wrinkled resembling the desiccated corpses surrounding her. The long luscious flaxen hair faded to a ragged silver and the once exquisite features of her face twisted and stretched into a monstrous caricature. Arching from the bed, her body rigid with pain, she screamed and gurgled and finally the evil within her was expelled from her body in a hot pink mass of mucus and blood. As the agony of birth subsided the creature rolled onto its side to gain a better view of the mass between her legs.
“Ahhh,” she hissed through long yellowed fangs. “My babies.” Reaching out with wrinkled gray fingers she stroked the quivering gelatinous mass of eggs with black talon-like finger nails. “You are my last but you will join your siblings as my army.” Cooing as she stroked them with strange motherly love the eggs around her responded invoking another quiver from the newly hatched brood.
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Along the tunnels, outside society’s boundaries, the abandoned, lost and discarded made their homes. Three men huddled around a small wood fire, cooking the meagre scraps of food they had been able to beg, steal and catch in the surrounding city. As one stirred the pot that bubbled over the open flames, the painful and bone chilling muffled scream of ‘something’ reached their ears.
“What the hell was that, Aaron?” the man nearest the fire asked, with fear in his voice.
“Christ knows, Davy.”
“Sounds like some kinda animal.” The third man added. “Like a dog or som’ing.”
“Ain’t like no damned dog I ever heard, Clyde.” Aaron replied.
“Sounds like a woman to me.” Davy added, a cold shiver running down his back.
“A woman!? Don’t be crazy, Davy, Ain't no woman down here.” Aaron retorted.
“He could be right ya know, Aaron.” Clyde said.
“Think we should check it out. She, it, whatever, could be in trouble.” Davy suggested.
“You’re nuts if ya, if ya think I’m goin’ down there with ya.” Aaron added harshly.
Davy was already on his feet, the strange-sounding scream somehow seemed to call to him. “I think we should…Clyde, ya comin’?” Davy asked.
There was a long silence as the man named Clyde considered his friend’s request. He couldn’t just let him go alone, things were hard down here and a man could get lost…or worse. Rising to his feet, he pulled his long moth-eaten coat around his shoulders.
“Sure ,Davy, I’ll come with ya.”
They heard Aaron tsking behind them as they set off into the gloom of the tunnels.
“I won’t be savin ya any o’ this stew ya know.” Aaron yelled after them. But then where they were heading, they wouldn’t be needing stew.
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