I first saw a patch of white - coat of a female delivery doctor that held me upside-down by my ankle with one hand, the second one responsible for slapping my butt repeatedly. I looked up at her stomach, then down at her face, what I presumed was a sadistic grin left a patch of teeth bare. The animal side of my brain told me what was happening - the woman derived pleasure from my helplessness and suffering, she prepared to tenderize my meat first, then devour my flesh. Even in the first minute of my life, I was no pushover - I had it in me to gather whatever was available to try and protect myself. My rage boiled over, why was she allowed to hurt me?
With no experience and vision so far in life limited to a visage of my torturer close by, I instinctively mobilized the dormant power that my Mother poured inside me mid-pregnancy. It responded readily to my needs, and a haze of red diffused from my outstretched in her direction hand, what I can now describe as a missile-like mass of crimson left my body after I managed to squeeze every cell inside me off it, and flew right through the woman’s chest, killing her instantly and making me glimpse the sky for the first time in my life - I aimed slightly upwards and the power was great enough to pierce through several layers of stone our family castle was made of.
In a freefall after the woman’s arms softened forever due to my slight overreaction, what I understand now to be a simple smile convening joy of getting her life spared by my Dad who kidnapped her because of being the best delivery doctor in the country, somebody my parents researched and decided to be the most appropriate to oversee my birth from the Muggle side in a week since they learned of Mother’s pregnancy, safe and secure arms of a man caught me, a connection of blood with him apparent, I could relax thinking delusionally that I did a good job of defending myself from the crazy woman. My perspective shifted, I realized three people surrounded her legs while Mother was in labour - a doctor from the Muggle side already deceased, my Father holding me, and a female Healer that looked horrified with her hands blocking her mouth that I now faced. A faint link that I felt with her, now called by a name I made up for it - ‘Brotherhood of Magic’ - made me wonder if she would be spared had it been her duty to spank me, or would she meet her end at my hands as the Muggle woman did?
“What about Victor, something happened to my boy!?” Scream of my Mother coming from the right side pierced my now unprotected by layers of liquid and skin ears.
“He’s fine, right? You know the consequences if he’s not.” A chilling, stern statement came from my Dad, the middle-aged, cut-short blonde and blue-eyed man that features anyone had no choice but to rate eleven out of ten in looks that secured him a marriage to my infinitely wealthier and of higher status Mother, of course, that conclusion came later, back then I simply reveled in observing the man I somehow knew my existence came from.
“Aaa… T-t-the baby is h-healthy, Mr. Bathory.” The Healer put her hands down with an aftermath of a shocked shriek slipping her lips before she put her eyes down to the floor and stammered an answer.
“Good, are you sure there is no way for the umbilical cord to never be cut? I expressed multiple times that I don’t want to be separated from Victor!” My Mother calmed down and questioned for the last time before the deed had to be done, life or death of the woman that delivered me seemed to be of no concern at all for both my parents.
“Nnn, I can’t cut it without a wand, p-please, she was supposed to do it.” The trembling Healer’s answer was still no, the cord had to be cut quickly now, but from what I spotted while thrashing in the air, Muggle tools were left on the other side of my Dad.
“You have permission to use a wand for a minute then.” My Father’s full lips moved, and shortly after, I felt a slight sting that made me frown, followed by a second unshackling in interval of less than three minutes after I left the prison of Mother’s body, the part of my cells that felt alien and awkward since I grew them disappeared from my senses. Now, I was truly alone and delighted.
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“Hahaha…” I giggled in elation, for the first time hearing my own voice, I shut my mouth as the laugh in discordant soprano seemed annoying to hear. I felt my tongue and voice cords while Father smiled back with affection.
“By Lilith, give me my child finally!” My Mother shouted, irritated again as she most likely felt the categorical termination of our physical conjunction and judged it a detriment.
“Coming, my Love, look how our funny little guy laughs.” I was moved, white ceilings and Muggle machines spun before my eyes until my head faced Mother’s. Onyx eyes like the abyss, a trait that I inherited fully, stared deep down into my own, her black hair disheveled, red and sweaty face, bloodied chin because of a few bites she gave herself while pushing me out of her womb, rosy lips that went on to imprint themselves on my cheek once, twice, a dozen times all over my face.
“Victor is so big, so strong already, how can you call him little?” My Mother gushed out while tossing me about, during which I felt anger at her for trapping me inside her belly, a subconscious dislike that never went away to this day, barely holding back my eager urge to retaliate immediately and punch and kick her because of our kinship. As she went to put me in a gully between her breasts over her heart, I felt the cells of my body completely emptied of red power stir and hunger.
“Mistress, what to do with her body?” The Healer I learned in the future was kidnapped just like her Muggle counterpart and made a slave by my parents, calmed down somehow from witnessing what had to seem a horrendous monster’s birth, well, I can’t help but agree with what had to be her assessment knowing things I did in the future.
“She was destined to die, throw to the dogs, who cares? Are you hungry, Victor? Have at it.” An indifferent statement from my Mother followed by a question filled with warmth I didn’t understand back then, yet acted like I did all the same. My hands groped Mother’s breasts as I started extracting the red power from the layer of skin we were in contact with each other, without the force I felt weak and vulnerable.
“My love, is he…?” My Father’s surprised voice came to me, my Mother apparently made speechless by my actions.
“You can eat that too, but don’t overdo it, okay? I knew the sacrifice of some useless servants would bear fruit, my baby is a genius, haha!” My Mother caressed my head after the initial consternation, I put my lips over her heart and tried to suck her delicate skin, which made her even more cheerful despite the action being one that indicated my future ungrateful disposition, I took everything from her without repayment and I don’t care about it, even now I can’t find a speck of tenderness in my impression of the woman.
“Give him some milk too, my love. He can’t live on demonic energy…” My Father sounded worried and uncertain.
“I know what’s best for my baby, look how splendid he turned out. Blonde hair of yours, my nose and eyes, your overall head proportions, my perfect son...” My Mother rebutted him swiftly, cells of my body full again, I stopped sucking power and felt a sticky moisture on my hands. I smelled an aroma and moved my head to it, a white substance covered my Mother’s chest. I stuck out my tongue to taste it curiously, it felt absolutely disgusting upon touch despite a part of my innate instinct screaming how good it was and that I had to ingest a copious amount of it or die. Unwilling to do that, I didn’t at the time know of any alternative, so compelled by circumstances and my Mother’s insistence on harassing me with her nipple, I bit down hard out of spite. “Drink mommy’s big boy, drink.” She whispered gently, I again sucked until my body got filled to the brim, I knew the exact moment because of the extraordinary perception and attunement to whatever was happening inside me.
“Victor, Victor, Victor…” Having finished that, I exercised my throat with the first and most often repeated words that I heard back in prison, my parents both gushed in ecstasy praising me again and again until I fell asleep, apparently the idea of moving my limbs equaling a pointless effort ingrained, I didn’t move much until a certain moment when I realized autonomous exploration of environment was easier than I imagined it to be.