Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel - Chapter 388

Chapter 388: Dreams Of A Mother
Pathing away the guts that were not useful to him, Chiron dug into her body.

The unborn child was still a Zygote. This, Chiron easily recognized by the Rune symbols on it. These were the rune symbols he had drawn on her body earlier on with his own blood.

Those rune symbols were to trace and track his blood within her body. Naturally, this was to track the unborn child in her.

As he did this, Claudia’s eyes followed him. all the while, shaking her head in horror. She was knowledgeable enough to see and understand what he was taking away from her.

“No! No!! please don’t do it. Don’t do it. Don’t take my baby away. Please don’t…” She pleaded as she bit her lips, tears fell from her eyes like a rain and mucus from her nose. She begged and promised everything.

She promised to be a good girl. she promised to even leave Igbi and become Chiron’s woman. She promised to be his slave and serve him, But Chiron did not even pretend as if her pleas entered his ears.

In fact, they were none existent. The only thing that existed was his WILL.

Carefully, Chiron cut the Fragile placenta with a knife and then he placed it into another Bowl. This part, was a different kind of pain for her. this pain was not physical.

No, this was the pain of a mother losing her child.

It was pure. It was deep, It was an embodiment of a promise lost.

She remembered the day she had discovered that she was preganant. Her period did not come. It had only been a while since that wedding night that she had with her husband, and she had suddenly missed her period.

She had not been sure. But leaving With Igbi’s mother, she had someone to ask. Even before she approached that morning, the old woman took one look at her body.

The size of her breasts and hips, and she instantly knew that she was going to become a grandmother.

It had been a most joyous occasion.

It was most especially good, because news that Igbi had been doing well had reached them.

Along with the Commander and Mani, they had even rescued an Orange tribe village.

She had been so proud of Igbi, her husband. That night, after Igbi’s grand mother had over fed her some Core beast soup because of joy, she lay bare back to the bed. The place that they had sealed their marriage, and she rubbed her tummy with one had as she rubbed the side igbi had laid with another hand.

In her head, it was her susband rubbing her tummy as he placed his head against her belly to hear the baby kick.

Such wonderful thoughts would keep her awake through out the night and she would find herself giggling many times like a little girl.

She was a village girl and really didn’t have much aspirations in life.

After all, she had even lost her parents a long time ago. If it was not for the fact that she had been betrothed to the Chief’s son before, she would have probably had died a long time ago.

But fate had been good to her, and she had even managed to find true love with a very strong man, that was looked upon by all men including the chief.

She had also become the envy of every girl her age. She was practically the jewel of her village.

They were times when she would imagine far off into the future were her husband, Igbi would sit and eat with his children surrounding him. where her only daily problems would be what kind of beast meat to cook, and when to wash the laundry.

She would see Igbi in her head teaching their children how to use swords, and how to hunt core beasts from the mountains.

They would come back with bruises and she would nurse them back to health, while nagging at Igbi for being careless.

And then at night, he would hold her and cuddle her close to his chest. He would whisper sweet words of his undying love for her, and they would make love every night.

They would have a lot of children and they would grow up strong and mighty. She would be there to guide her daughters on the path of love, as she told them stories of that day when Igbi had stepped forward to face the Blue cored mountain lion.

She would tell them that their men should display love like that for them. And when any of them had heart breaks, she would be there, a mother and a guardian. She would bring them close and pat their backs, and in the dark of the night, she would cry with them.

At the same time, she would watch them all grow up and one day bring home their own partners. She would wear the most beautiful clothes in their weddings.

And as they mother, she would dance and dance for joy. They would kneel at her feet for blessings and she would blessing them with both words and a kiss on the forehead.

She would be to them as a mother should, and they would love her unconditionally as she does them.

And when Igbi’s grand mother would become too old to move, they would surround her bed like a family that they are, and they would all tell the old woman their farewells.

It would be a passionate moment.

Then her daughters would become pregnant and she would act as the midwife, helping each and everyone of them deliver their beautiful children into the world.

She would stay with them, and help them nurse their little ones as it is tradition in the highlands. And when the kids are old enough, she would leave, coming back to the embrace of her most loving husband, Igbi.

And when the entire home is silent, and all their children gone, she would embrace her husband, holding him tight at night, enjoying her old age.

It would be both a blissful moment as it would be touching.

And then their grand kids will come visiting… runing around the house. And as she had been a mother, she would also be a good….

……..

Emma looked at Claudia as she laid bare on the ground and her chest opened up. She was crying and screaming only moments ago, but now, she was quiet and her face had a smile on it. A smile so deep that it was displayed even in her eyes.

While Claudia had been screaming and crying, Chiron had waved a certain substance on her face and she had suddenly kept quiet.

“As she gone mad?” Emma asked.

Chiron shook his head. “No! i only gave her something for happy thoughts. Right now, she has forgotten about what’s happening here and most likely living her most blissful life ever.”

“Oh!” Emma leaned in. She waved in front of Claudia’s eyes, but there was no response. Truly, Claudia had fallen into a kind of dream state.

“It is the least I can do for her, after she has given me something so precious.” On saying this, Chiron brought out a little mortar and pistol.

He dumped the Zygote of the unborn child in it, and then slowly, he began to grind it.

As he did, he spoke in the ancient runic tongue. he continued to grind and grind.

Half way through, he stopped and waved his hand to Emma. She understood what he wanted and rushed over.

With a cut on her wrist, she added some of her blood into the mix, and then Chiron continued the grinding process.

For a lot of the rituals that he performed, Chiron used either Emma’s blood or Carla’s. This was because they had demon blood, and because of his care for them, it was of good quality.

With how hard he was grinding, the sound reverberated against the very walls.

For any normal person, this would have been an incredibly ugly sight, but for Chiron, it was not.

Instead, he had a slight smile at the side of his lips as he continued to work hard. Eventually, he had grinded it all to powder.

After which he separated it into two bowls. In one, he placed some of his blood and in the other, he took the last remaining Red core and directed its vast, strong red core energy into the bowl.

It was not an easy process as Red cores could be very violent. Chiron had literally used a couple of them for explosions.

Fortunately for him, he now had good enough experience with them.

Nevertheless, just to be sure that he had done this ritual well, he took a memory booster from the system.

After all, they could not be errors in this work. He only had one unborn child and he had even been quite fortunate to have such a gift.

He smiled in satisfaction. After all, it was finally ready….