I felt a stinging sensation in my eyes as Father's words cut deep. I had been so sure that he would finally agree to let me help him. The disappointment was crushing, and I couldn't help but let out a sorrowful whimper.
Father's expression softened, and he pulled me into a tight hug. "I'm sorry, Tharros. I know you want to help, but I just can't risk losing you. I love you so much."
Pov Aetherius
I stood frozen, watching the heart-wrenching scene unfold before me.
My own desperate pleas, Tharros's anguished face... it was a painful reminder of the impossible situation we were in.
As I pulled Tharros into a tight hug, trying to comfort him, I felt a pang in my chest. My words echoed in my mind, "You're all I have left."
The weight of my responsibility, the burden of my love for Tharros... it was a crushing weight that I feared might consume me whole.
I held him closer, trying to shield him from the horrors that threatened to tear us apart.
Tharros did something that I can't refuse him anymore. he let out a crying roar out of sadness.
Tharros's cry pierced the air, a heart-wrenching roar that shook me to my core. His small body trembled with sobs, and his silver scales glistened with tears. The desperation and sadness in his cry was like a knife to my heart, and I felt my resolve crumbling.
I couldn't bear the thought of causing him any more pain. Tharros's crying roar was like a plea, a desperate cry for help that I couldn't ignore. I felt my grip on him tighten, and I knew in that moment that I would do anything to ease his suffering.
I shouted, "ALRIGHT YOU CAN ELIMINATE THE 2,387 ORCS THAT IS IN MY STOMACH!"
Thyriatrix giggled "Wow it took Tharros' roar of cry to make you accepted?"
I frowned. "I can't refuse Tharros crying, and I can't handle his puppy dog eyes and when he is sad!"
Thyriatrix giggled. "You sure indeed spoiled him rotten!"
I look at Lyriath. "You and Tharros will be going into my stomach, and Tharros will eliminate all the orcs inside my stomach while you only give Tharros and you a barrier so you both won't get digested by my stomach acids!" Lyriath nodded
Lyriath's navy-blue scales glistened with determination as he nodded, his big brown eyes shining with bravery. "I'll protect Tharros and me, Father! We'll be heroes!" Tharros, still sniffling, looked up at me with tears-stained cheeks and a resolute expression, his silver scales sparkling with a mix of sadness and determination.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. "Alright, let's do this. Lyriath, create the barrier as soon as you're inside. Tharros, eliminate those orcs and don't hold back." Thyriatrix's giggles had stopped, replaced by a concerned expression, but she nodded in encouragement. "We'll be right here, waiting for you both to finish, my little brave boys."
I take a deep breath and grab both Tharros and Lyriath with my jaw.
I carefully positioned them, making sure they were secure and comfortable, before I swallowed them whole.
The sensation of them sliding down my throat was unsettling, but I knew it was necessary.
I could feel my stomach acids churning, eager to digest the new arrivals, but I had faith in Lyriath's ability to create a protective barrier.
As I waited, I could sense Lyriath's energy emanating from within my stomach, his navy-blue and dark red scales glowing softly as he began to create the barrier.
The churning of my stomach acids grew more intense, but I could feel Lyriath's power pushing against them, holding them at bay.
Tharros, now free to move, unleashed a fierce battle cry, his silver scales flashing as he charged forward, eliminating the orcish horde one by one.
The number of orcs dwindled rapidly: 2,387, 2,386, 2,385... and soon, the horde would be no more.
As Tharros began unleashing his fiery wrath upon the orcish horde within me, I felt my body begin to contort in agony.
My stomach churned, my skin felt like it was burning, and my mind was filled with a searing pain.
I let out a deafening roar, my voice echoing through the air as the orcs within me screamed in terror.
The sounds of their shrieks and Tharros's triumphant bellows grew fainter, a sign that the battle was raging on, and the orcs were falling one by one.
My pain was unbearable, and Thyriatrix tried to comfort me.
She wrapped her slender, light green-scaled body around mine, her warm breath whispering against my ear. "Aetherius, my love, hold on," she whispered, her voice soothing. "Tharros and Lyriath will emerge soon, and our family will be whole again."
Her gentle words were a balm to my frazzled nerves, but even her comfort couldn't ease the agony that threatened to consume me.
I yelled, "YOU'RE NOT THE ONE THAT THARROS AND LYRIATH ARE INSIDE MY STOMACH DEALING ELIMINATE 2,387 ORCS INSIDE MY STOMACH!"
Thyriatrix's expression changed from calm to alarmed, her light green scales seeming to pale in the dim light. "Aetherius, I..." she began, but I cut her off, my voice rising to a thunderous roar.
"YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT'S LIKE TO HAVE TWO OF OUR SONS FIGHTING A WAR INSIDE MY OWN BODY!" I bellowed, my albino scales seeming to glow with a fierce, pained light.
I scream, "AHHHHH!"
My scream echoed through the air, a primal, anguished cry that sent shivers down the spines of my family.
Thyriatrix's eyes went wide with worry, and my children took a step back, their faces pale with fear.
Vyraxys, ever the protector, took a step forward, his dark bronze scales bristling with a defensive instinct. "Father, please!" he cried, but I was beyond consolation.
My body arched backward, my scales trembling with the force of my agony.
For what felt like eternity, the last orc was eliminated, and I lay on the ground foaming in my mouth by the pain.
As the last orc fell, Tharros and Lyriath burst out of my stomach in a shower of blood and scales, their exhausted bodies collapsing onto the ground beside me.
I lay there, my vision blurring, my mind reeling from the sheer torment I had endured.
Foam dripped from my mouth, and my scales felt scorched and blackened.
Thyriatrix rushed to my side, her light green scales glowing softly as she wrapped her body around mine, trying to comfort me.
My children gathered around, their faces etched with worry and fear. I could feel their eyes on me, but I couldn't respond.
All I could do was lie there, my body shattered, my mind broken.
I groaned, my body still reeling from the agony of the battle.
As Tharros and Lyriath made their way through my small intestine, I could feel them pushing through the narrow, winding passage.
My abdominal muscles contracted and relaxed, trying to ease their passage.
I took slow, shallow breaths, trying to calm my racing heart.
Thyriatrix held me close, her gentle whispers a soothing balm to my frazzled nerves.
My children watched with wide eyes, their faces pale with worry.
As Tharros and Lyriath approached the junction between my small and large intestine, I steeled myself for the final push.
As Tharros and Lyriath entered my large intestine, I could feel them stretching out, their exhausted bodies relaxing slightly in the wider space.
My abdominal muscles continued to contract and relax, helping to propel them forward.
I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the final stage of their emergence.
Thyriatrix's grip on me tightened, her eyes fixed on my face as she whispered words of encouragement.
My children leaned in, their eyes wide with anticipation, as they waited for their brothers to emerge.
As Tharros and Lyriath entered my large intestine, I could feel them stretching out, their exhausted bodies relaxing slightly in the wider space.
My abdominal muscles continued to contract and relax, helping to propel them forward.
I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the final stage of their emergence.
Thyriatrix's grip on me tightened, her eyes fixed on my face as she whispered words of encouragement.
My children leaned in, their eyes wide with anticipation, as they waited for their brothers to emerge.
Note:There, I added some gap since you didn't add 1! Seriously, I feel like I'm doing the work while you messed it up!
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Tharros and Lyriath emerged from my anus, their exhausted bodies tumbling onto the ground.
They lay there, panting heavily, their scales glistening with sweat and blood.
My children cheered, rushing to their brothers' sides to congratulate them on their victory.
Thyriatrix smiled, relief written across her face as she helped me to my feet.
I smiled back at her, feeling a mix of relief and exhaustion.
My body was battered and bruised, but I was grateful that my sons had emerged victorious.
I smiled back at her, feeling a mix of relief and exhaustion. My body was battered and bruised, but I was grateful that my sons had emerged victorious.
Thyriatrix nuzzled me gently, her light green scales glinting in the dim light. "You're safe now," she whispered. "Our sons are safe."
Thyriatrix's words were a balm to my frazzled nerves, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me.
I wrapped my claws around her, holding her close as I gazed at our children.
Tharros and Lyriath were still lying on the ground, but they were smiling, their eyes shining with exhaustion and triumph.
My other children were gathered around them, congratulating them on their victory.
As I held Thyriatrix close, I felt a sense of pride and gratitude wash over me.
Our children were safe, and our family was whole once more.
Tharros and Lyriath slowly got to their feet, their exhaustion evident in their movements.
But they were smiling, and their eyes shone with a sense of accomplishment.
Vyraxys, Nyxoria, Lyrixa, Kaidorix, Kieraxys, and Niamon all cheered and congratulated their brothers on their victory.
Thyriatrix and I exchanged a proud glance, our hearts full of joy and relief.
As we stood there, basking in the warmth of our family's love, I knew that this was a moment I would never forget.