Desperate, high pitched whining, wondering why the little one couldn’t just be left be. You sounded like a child because you knew there was only one altar anyone ever talked about. “I need to take him to the altar.” was his gentle reply. The way he looked at you, you knew you wouldn’t like the answer. “What do we do with him now?” You asked innocently. There was no reason for Eisidisi or Sepultura to recoil from him as though he was a disease ridden member of the Others. There was a soft dusting of your friend’s fine red strands on the soft crown of his head, little fingers and toes spreading like stars as you cradled him in your arms, even the way he opened his mouth to cry was absolutely fascinating. This infant will be lucky to find anyone willing to let him feed from them.”īut how was he any less than the other child you helped to deliver? To you, this one was just as perfect. Your friend… She’s far too weak to give any more. For this one to get to that point he’d need to feed far longer.

I’ve shown you what normal infants look like, you helped deliver Whamuu and saw how big and silent he was and how strong when he clung to you. It was enough that he lived through the birth. If he wanted to survive, he had to continuously take from her. The cord binding him to his mother was strangling him up until the moment he emerged. “Crying means he will have a stunted growth, the infant is too weak to live…” Eisidisi whispered in your ear as he cleaned his hand on an animal skin. Now, you wished with all your might he would shut up. Because you were so curious about infants and how they were born he had agreed to let you stay with your friend as she labored, and as he worked he explained to you what was happening. The extraction of the organ was brutal, the wise old medicine maker emerged with crimson coating his arm up to the elbow. Any pillar woman would have let her child absorb the energy from her body a few extra minutes or even hours to let the child grow stronger, but the moment Sepultura’s child emerged bathed in the melted parts he took from her, he screamed bloody murder and sealed his fate. The medicine maker had to remove the organ that attached the child to her, even after birth the baby would continue to absorb her flesh from the inside with this particular organ. It was supposed to be a joyous occasion.Īll you could do was hold the infant to your chest, this squalling pink creature only a few minutes old and swaddled in skins, as Sepultura screamed from where she was kneeling. The second birth of the tribe was just as anticipated as the first.

A rare opportunity for your species to give life to a being made by two mated pillar people deeply in love with one another. “He’s defective!” She screamed, red staining the birthing cloth below her that your father had made. “You have to stay calm.” hummed the medicine maker to your friend.

The way your friend mourned, you would have thought the baby had been born dead. “Take it away! Take it away! I don’t want to see…!”

Jjba x pillar man reader