Grotesque Parody

Always so defiant. Aurelia dared to growl at Sephiran, challenging him with a defiant glare and a gleam of resentment in her cyan eyes. There was no warmth in her gaze- only icy hatred that Sephiran could feel radiating off of her. But it did not sway him- in fact, her hatred fueled his desire to dominate her, the need to oppress and control festering inside of him like maggots in rotting flesh.

She could feel them, but couldn’t depict how many pups were growing in her womb. A tsk slipped from Sephiran’s maw, lips twitching before contorting into a sneer as she continued with her defiance. “Of course not.” He growled, losing his temper and shoving his weight into her. He wanted to shove her back down, so he could stand over her and suffocate her with his dominance. “I am no bitch; your purpose is to grow my spawn, and provide an ample number of pups I can mold into monstrosities. Surely, you can guistimate the number of pups in your womb.” He snarls, spitting saliva in her face. "Or are you truly useless?" He's starting to spiral, a massive paw raising to grip into her shoulder, keeping her pinned down. “You will feed them, and keep them healthy- prepartum, and postpartum. That is your purpose.” She was not to influence them with her beliefs- her only purpose was to sacrifice in the name of his empire. "Or is that too large of a task for a worthless Sidi?" Spiraling, spiraling, spiraling. Sephiran is a victim to his volatile nature.

"Sephiran Saxe"