First Demonic Dragon

Chapter 1256: Am I Doing The Right Thing?

Tatiana could scarcely name the last time she had been so furious and so abhorred by the actions of a single race upon another.

Monsters were not people. Their sense of morality was often much more grey than the average human’s. Despite that, monsters were not usually as cold-hearted as human media would perceive them to be.

Sure, there were always a few who regarded them with a particular dislike due to a few instances in the Dark Ages, but they were in a bit of a minority.

But this went so far beyond what monsters would consider to be simple vengeance.

This was barbarism. These vampires, witches, and god knows what else had come together to create a god damned farm.

The humans here weren’t just being harvested for their blood. They were being stripped of their mental faculties until they were less mentally capable than infants.

They were being bred. Reduced to only their baser instincts, pairs would occasionally mate with each other with no rhyme or reason.

They had no dignity. No thoughts of their own. They couldn’t even talk.

Tatiana’s heart broke at the sight. Her grief overwhelmed her until it felt like she was going to drown.

She cried. She cried harder than she had in years. Not since Eris’ ’death’ had she felt this overwhelmed.

She grieved for the humans. She grieved for everything that had been stolen from them, and she cursed the souls of the ones who had committed such an atrocity.

In a state of divine wrath, Tatiana had no eyes. But the tears streaming down her face had to have been coming from somewhere.

As she wept, she grew larger and larger.

She kneeled in the midst of the room, her tears pooling around her.

More security poured into the room from different halls. However, all they had to do was look at Tatiana and Seras a single time in order to meet their demise.

Their bodies burst apart into mounds of golden ash. The sight of their divine forms as ordained by the creator was far too overwhelming for these creatures of darkness.

Seras captured every soul that fled their mortal shells for further torment, just as Abaddon and Sif entered the chamber.

As water began to pool around their feet, they surveyed the room and immediately found the cause of Tatiana’s weeping. Their hearts sank into their stomach.

They started to go towards her, but that was when they noticed the dramatic glow of the water. Tatiana was crying a lot, sure. But the water level was rising too fast for just that alone.

It wasn’t long before water was rushing out of the main chamber, into the back halls, and slipping underneath doors.

Upon contact with any other inhuman, the waters burned them away like the most righteous flame. But it was how it affected humanity that was the real spectacle.

“My… poor, broken souls… You have known cruelty. You have known torment. But now… You may leave your burdens behind, and explore the world anew… Know that justice will be delivered on your behalf this day.”

The humans strangely did not panic as the water reached their ankles, then their knees, and even their necks. Perhaps with their altered mental status, they were incapable of doing so.

But as the waters fully engulfed them, they began to feel strange. A cool, refreshing feeling rushed through their bodies and sent tingles through their nerves.

Their clothing dissolved into the water as their bodies changed dynamically. The skin on their hands became a slightly ashen gray color while the tips of their fingers formed hardened points.

What appeared to be open wounds formed on their necks. Their eyes abruptly flashed open, and they inhaled deeply. They were gills.

When they opened their mouths, their teeth were sharper and double rowed. They resembled perfect white triangles.

At the base of their spines, a large grey pustule began to form. It burst open with a wet squelch and a brand new appendage sprang forth.

A thick, powerful tail like that of a shark swished behind their backs with minds of their own. This, combined with their longer, greyer, webbed feet, allowed them to move around in the water with unbelievable ease.

The fog over their minds seemed to lift. But they knew nothing.

They swam around in the flooded chamber, circling Tatiana’s large figure. They were naturally drawn to her. In a world brimming with uncertainty, she seemed to be the sole source fo certain respite.

Tatiana finally stopped crying, though the aching in her heart remained the same.

She reached out and cupped the face of a young man close to her. He smiled back at her, in the same way that a child would smile at their mother.

Her mouth did not open, but her voice was suddenly transmitted through the cold waters.

“My children… I cannot undo what has been done to you. But I can ensure that you want for nothing going forward.” Tatiana said mournfully.

Even without the ability to understand language, the people could feel the sentiment within her words.

Tatiana removed her hand from the young man and reached out to touch the stomach of a pregnant woman. Her belly began to glow.

Abaddon appeared beside her, his own body divine and ethereal.

“Will you send them home?”

His wife shook her head. “Earth is their home… I’ll carve out a little piece of it for them, and make it so that they can be comfortable.”

“…But you won’t give them their memories back?”

Tatiana’s voice became soft. Shaky. “Do you judge me for my choice..? Do you think it is cruel of me to take away this… travesty, and give them something new?”

Abaddon grew to match her size so that he could press his forehead against hers.

“I know your heart better than anyone. If you feel as though this is the best thing for them, then I will not question you.”

Tatiana couldn’t tell her husband just how much she needed to hear that. Sometimes, justice can look like many things to many different people.

Even she, as its living personification, could not always say that she always made the greatest, most perfect choices.

So, she strove for balance instead.

The humans had their lives and their minds taken away from them. So she gave them new ones.

The pregnant women would believe that she was the one to bless them with children. It was her hope that they would see it as a blessing rather than evidence of the crime perpetrated against them.

It was the only way she saw forward to undo what had been done. The pregnancies were too far along to change. And Tatiana considered it a perversion to give them memories of loving each other. She did not believe such a thing should be manufactured.

She would restore their ability to understand language. Reignite their emotions. Build them an ocean to thrive in.

Whatever they chose to do from that point forward, whatever culture they decided to create would belong to them, and only them.

That was what Tatiana considered balanced. But it burned her up inside that she could not do more. Her ability to alter time was currently… limited.

As Abaddon consoled his wife, he suddenly twitched without warning. Tatiana was close enough to him that she could hear the conversation in his head.

Gently, she placed a hand on his chest.

“Go. I will be fine, my love.”

“…”

Abaddon formed lips so that he could kiss her once more before departing, leaving her with her new race of beings.