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Chapter 12

Alyssa has nearly made her way to Canterstone now, and has managed to recover her flexibility after the destructive experience she suffered just yesterday, the speed of her regeneration is rather stunning. Even the most talented healers in her guild would have been unable to keep her alive after having her body blown apart like she was. She still finds herself rubbing places where her body gave out, remembering the feeling.

As Canterstone comes into view she looks at herself and smirks as she sees the sorry state her apprentice's robes are in. Torn to tatters first from her initial battle, if you could even call it that, with the monster from the north, and then farther shredded by her unpleasant encounter with unsafe inflation. She feels herself still oozing the dark liquid from her loins as her womb begs to be filled with the dark creatures she knows that she will be bringing into the world in the days to come.

She feels a whispered chorus of innumerable voices whispering to her too quietly to make out the words, but causing her to become aware of her dark purpose: to infiltrate, and infect the people of her master's enemies. Starting with Canterstone. When she walks up to the gate, covered in dust and blood, hair filthy, and smelling of defeat, the guards let her in without a word as soon as they recognize the Mage's guild insignia on her tattered robe. People whisper as she walks past, and rumors begin to spread like wildfire. Everyone has some theory of what could have happened to a Mage Collection Squad but no one really knows what happened.

Alyssa stops at the steps to the Guildhall and readies her mind for whatever may come. The doors open and several mages rush out to help her inside as she struggles up the stairs. One of them is her close friend Anna who babbles incessantly and asks nonstop questions which Alyssa is too tired to answer. They bring her to a bed and lay her down after taking off her tattered robe. When they was her as she lays there, they see the black liquid that is still slowly trickling out of her, but they say nothing as Alyssa has fallen into a deep sleep.

The guild master is summoned to attempt to identify the powerful curse they all can sense on Alyssa. Abram Phoenix, known for his proficiency at using fire magic, and for years of military experience in surviving sieges, is baffled by the unknown magic. Neither the Guild Master nor the Apothecary can identify either the curse, or the strange inky black liquid seeping from Alyssa. When the Apothecary, Jon Wilner touches the black liquid he notices immediately that it sinks into his skin and disappears. This upon seeing this he urges the Guild Master to quarantine everyone who has touched the stuff. Abram agrees, and locks the dorm with them all inside.

That night, they are all troubled by shadowy dreams of a dark figure commanding legions of horrors and marching south. But the women have a slightly different nightmare, they dream of childbirth and their children becoming the horrors that march under the dark one's command. At midnight they all awake at the same time in a cold sweat after the dark figure standing in his tower sees them from a great distance and points at them with an armored hand. They light a candle and sit around Alyssa who is now panting and twitching.

"This is worse than we had feared." Abram says solemnly.

"I fear it may be too late for us, and much worse so for poor Alyssa..." Jon says as he rests his head in his hand.

"What are we going to do?" Anna asks as she holds her hands on her womb.

"I don't know... We need to prepare for the worst, if our dreams are any indication of what is to come, war is coming." Abram says.

The three continue to speak through the night until a tap at the window startles them. Abram walks over and sees the largest fairy he has ever seen standing on the window sill. She looks inside and holds up a small rolled piece of paper bearing an official looking seal stamped in red wax. Abram opens the window and stares hardly believing his eyes as the little woman holds out the scroll to him and says "Message from Lord Snow, Master of the North, Dark Lord of the Fairies, The Dragon Rider, And Uniter of the People magical and otherwise. Are you Guild Master Abram Phoenix?"

Abram takes the scroll and replies "Yes." As he breaks the seal and unrolls the paper. It reads "Guild Master Abram Phoenix, I am writing to you to give you a way to save your people from the coming blight of darkness that I have started. Give me your word that when I march on Canterstone your soldiers, your mages, and your people, will surrender with minimal resistance. If you promise me that, and you keep your promise, the horrors that I command will not enter the city, and will pass you by on our crusade to take back the East. My other condition for your survival is that you will permit the raising of a crystal spire in the center of your city, and protect it from harm. If at any time the spire falls, the tide of darkness will return, and everything will burn. You have one week. But by that time, the corruption in your blood will have advanced to the point that you will no longer be yourself. Also note, that if any harm comes to an infected woman or her spawn the deal is off, and we will have war."

Abram drops the message and sits down too shocked to speak. The messenger fairy sits down on the window sill and waits patiently. The Guild Master sits for several minutes and thinks as he listens to the growing chorus of whispers in his mind as they whisper promises of both destruction and of power unlike anything he has ever dreamed of. He looks at his hand and sees the veins in his hand turning black as the corruption spreads. "How do you fight a power that infects your very blood...? Messenger, take a message to your master." The fairy stands up and nods. "We, the Mages of Canterstone accept your generous offer to spare us, but we request a cure for the corruption that has infected a few of us already. I myself am indeed infected as well, and am most inclined to be free of the voices that are growing in my mind. Give us that, and you will have no fight from us... I would speak with you in person at your soonest convenience."

The fairy's eyes darken and she inhales sharply as Snow takes over her mind. Abram watches in horror as the fairy coughs and gasps. Then she looks up with the eyes that haunted their dreams and stands and speaks with a voice unlike anything they have ever heard. A deep voice rumbles with power and shakes the air with authority "You would speak to me in person hmm? You would not enjoy such a meeting. Instead be satisfied with speaking through one of my minions as a proxy to our conversion. What do you wish to speak of?" Abram nearly wets himself as the booming voice and fiery eyes push what little confidence he had into oblivion.

"I-I... What have we done to deserve this?!" Abram struggles to form the words as the presence of this great being seems to fill the room and fills him with an instinctual urge to kneel. "What have you done? Hmm. Let's begin with the Mage's Guild forcing the people into slavery both of the literal and financial variety. Care to explain that?" The voice of Snow rumbles ominously. "We have been the protectors of these lands for over 300 years. It has been this way for as long as anyone can remember. The people need us to govern them and enforce order." Abram says more defensively than he intended to. "They NEED you to rule over them in this way? Horse shit. The people in the west are in a similar situation only it is the crown that rules them. But in the west if the people rise up and demand a change, the crown is forced to accept it or risk losing everything, here you mages slaughter everyone who stands up to your system. I have seen it in the memories of my people. Countless memories of senseless butchery over puny disputes, most frequently over the high taxes you force everyone to pay. The most recent example of this was the Collection Squad that Alyssa was in. They came to a small camp of refugees and demanded payment for their 'debts'. I watched in disgust as they took everything from those poor people. And when a mage turned to violence, I intervened and slew them all, save for Alyssa whom I used as an experiment for a new type of magic I had been thinking about."

Abram listens with rapt attention, and ended up on the ground kneeling to the fairy the dark lord speaks through. "Let me tell you a bit about this magic, this curse, this corruption. As you have no doubt come to realize, it resides within your very blood where it slowly infuses your mind with my will and alters you to become a more useful soldier or agent. Men become Wraiths: shadows of their former selves but gain immense strength and stamina at the cost of their human appearance. Wraiths don black robes and carry all manner of weapons as well as wear heavy armor under your robes. You will no longer fear the heat as your very blood runs cold as death. You will be my primary soldiers. Women will become one of two kinds of Agent. The first is an infiltrator, disguised as an attractive woman of the night, they will seep into the cities and fortresses of my enemies and spread the plague in whatever way presents itself to them. The other is as Dark Mothers, as you might have already guessed, Alyssa is a Dark Mother who was prevented from developing to the last stage of her evolution until she penetrated your walls. Now she will fill with dark spawn and continue to supply me with minions. You will bear witness to this as you hide in your pointless quarantine."

The three cringe when the voice says their quarantine has been unsuccessful. The fairy falls to the floor once released from her possession and lays there as her wings sputter and twitch. Anna picks her up and puts her on a pillow, then puts a blanket over her. Jon notices Alyssa's belly has swollen and pulls back the covers to reveal that she has grown to full term pregnancy while their eyes were averted. She breathes in short rapid breaths as her taut belly continues to bulge. The taut skin begins to redden as it stretches, but every few seconds a pulse of healing magic restores it to its natural color and loosens it up. The three watch in horror as Alyssa swells to an unnatural size, her belly balloons out slowly until it covers her knees at this point Jon says urgently "If we don't roll her over, the weight is going to break her back, crush her ribs, both or worse. Help me roll her over."

The bed creaks noisily as the massive woman is rolled off the bed into the space between the beds where she continues to grow. Her tits begin to drip milk a few minutes after she is rolled over, and shortly after that she twitches and there is a snapping sound, then a gush of the black liquid, followed by birth after birth of strange demonic creatures with a single spike for feet, large sharp teeth, a tough hide and a short but thick almost reptilian tail. The creatures' skin color varies from black to a brownish tan. They scurry around to suckle a few gulps from Alyssa's over laden breasts, and then rapidly grow to their full size. Alyssa births a total of 17 of these Spawnlings, and then is left laying on her deflated belly as the empty womb slowly shrinks back to a more normal size and position. Her breasts maintain their size and perkiness as well as some milk production, but not nearly to the extent they were when she was birthing.

Anna blushes strongly watching the process as she finds herself immensely turned on by the whole thing, and even surprises herself by picturing herself in such a position and liking it. Jon plays with one of the now fully grown Spawnlings and comments on what remarkable 'lil' creatures they are, intelligent, strong, and they seem to already be displaying a pack hunter mentality. "They can also evolve into more formidable forms after a few weeks, if they eat regularly." Alyssa says as she stands up and starts wiping the thicker black liquid off. Anna runs over and hugs her fiercely and tells her how worried she was, getting milk from Alyssa's oversized milk kegs on herself. Alyssa laughs and comforts her friend, then looks to her superiors and releases her friend's embrace, and kneels "Guild Master, and Master Apothecary, I am sorry about this. The dark lord can control our thoughts through the corruption... There is no way to fight it, I've tried, and it nearly cost me my life. It would have if he didn't heal my broken body."

"You are all now surely infected after being with me for so long, even a drop of this black liquid" she wipes a drip from her crotch and holds it up demonstratively "is all it takes to infect a person. As you have seen, infected females produce a lot of this stuff, so infecting others is as easy as offering just touching someone's drink, or anything really. The dark one controls how the corruption affects us, if he tells it to at all. I have seen that he can prevent the infection from advancing into its visible stages indefinitely." Alyssa sits down on a bed and looks up at everyone "Like it or not, we are on the same size now. If you resist, there is no limit to what the dark lord can do to you with the plague."

Abram steps forward and angrily says "So you say, but I have yet t- AARRGHh! SEE- AAAh! Is this al- Aaagh." And with that he drops to the ground bleeding from his eyes. Jon inspects him and says "He's alright, just unconscious. So, young Alyssa, what must we do?" Alyssa lowers her head and thinks a moment, then says "It falls to us to spread the infection. In its dormant state, it will do nothing to the people. But it can be called upon at any time to activate and take on whatever form is needed by our Lord. Master Apothecary, you are perhaps best suited of us all to spread this plague, sell the people a potion that you say will protect them from the plague, when in fact the potion is the very thing that we infect them with. I will provide you with the liquid." Alyssa turns to Anna "The whispers tell me you want to be like me, is that true?"

Anna blushes and looks around as she shyly sputters and tries to dodge the question, but after a slightly amused glare from Alyssa she admits "Yes... I want to have babies like you... only, maybe not so many at once?" Alyssa nods and says "I don't need to do anything for your wish to be granted. The power of our Lord grants us what is most suited to our desires and body. I, well... always wanted to grow like that... and the curse gave me my wish. Although next time, I hope I'm awake for all of it..." Abram stirs and moans as he stands up. He groggily says "You can't expect me to just allow this, you are aiding an enemy of the state. This is treason, I will not allow it!" the Guild Master gathers fire into his hands and attempts to throw it at Alyssa, but the spell clings to his hand and burns him instead. He screams as the fire he summoned reduces his robes to ash, and burns away his skin, nose, eyes, mouth, ears, and hair. Nothing but his core body is left when the spell stops. He begins to regenerate in the form of a Wraith, grey skin, no body fat, taut muscles, claws in the place of fingernails and toenails. His eyes grow back very similar to the catlike eyes of a vampire. Once he stands up again, he is no longer Abram Phoenix, he is the first Wraith and his rattling breath hisses through is bare teeth. The first monster, of many.

Jon watches in horrified silence, but isn't as shaken as he thought he would be. The only thought in his mind while he watches the death and rebirth of the Guild Master, is 'I will not be so stupid as to resist this Dark Lord and have this happen to me. I will keep whatever remains of my humanity.' The fairy messenger gets up and rubs her eyes. She squeaks when she sees the Guild Master in mid regeneration, and the 17 spawnlings sniffing around the room, as well as the massive puddle of black liquid that's slowly seeping through the floor and into the dirt below. She stretches her wings and hurriedly flies out the window. Alyssa's stomach gurgles with hunger and the 3 look at each other to make the first move. "Ok, let's get out of here, and start our work." Alyssa says as she stands up.

The Wraith Abram breaks down the door and surges towards the guards who are slain before they can draw their swords. The spawnlings devour the corpses and lick the blood from the ground leaving no trace of the crime. Alyssa's gut gurgles and squirms unnaturally as her hunger builds. Of the 4, Jon seems to be the only one not showing any sign of physical changes yet. But the voices in his head are steadily becoming clearer, and whispering ideas into his head about how he will sell his poison drink. They make their way through the darkness towards the mess hall, and are surprised by how quietly the spawnlings can move about so quickly with spikes for feet. A subtle skittering is all they hear, the wraith on the other hand, makes no sound as he stalks the shadows in search of more guards. Once they find the mess hall, Alyssa rushes to the nearest stew pot and starts shoveling it into her mouth. The burns from the hot soup heal as quickly as she is being burned. Anna nibbles on some bread as she watches Alyssa consume the entire cauldron of soup, and pokes her distended belly in amusement.

Jon wanders away from the group towards his laboratory, and begins scribbling notes down while repeating what the voices in his head are telling him in a whisper. Jon knocks a bottle off a shelf in his frantic search for ingredients and the glass shatters loudly. The wraith appears in the shadows of the doorway, eyes glowing as he looks for threats, and sniffs the air. Jon shivers as he stands stone still watching the frightening creature look around and then wander away. "I'm glad that things on our side..." he mutters and resumes his project. Anna watches worriedly as Alyssa continues to devour everything in sight without regard to how old or spoiled it is. Her belly sloshes heavily and gurgles often, but she never burps as her belly simply grows to accommodate what she eats. Anna tries to stop Alyssa after she starts on her third cauldron of soup but is pushed away by the gluttonous woman. Finally after empting all the cauldrons into her gut, Alyssa sits on a stool and sighs. Her belly has swollen back to the size she was moments before giving birth. She rubs her belly and seems to greatly enjoy the feeling of it.

Anna watches in amazement, and again, finds herself a bit envious. Whispers in Anna's mind urge her to find Jon, so she gets up and wanders out of the kitchen to look for him. But she finds a guard patrol first. She gasps as they spot her, and shout an alarm. A bell rings in the distance and more soldiers are alerted. Anna flees back to the kitchen and bars the doors. The guards try to break the hefty double wooden doors down, but bounce off them. They keep trying however, and after a few moments, several more show up and add their weight to the effort. Meanwhile the Wraith battles on the steps to the entrance of the guildhall and slays many soldiers before he is finally killed.

Anna yells for Alyssa to wake up and help her, but the bloated woman remains where she is. Anna casts a locking enchantment on the doors and runs over to Alyssa and slaps her face. "Get up you cow! They are coming! Move your fat ass and help me!" Alyssa's eyes snap open and she struggles to her feet. The massive woman waddles over to the door and puts her back up against it and sits down. Every time the soldiers and guards bash into the door now, they send a shockwave through Alyssa's bloated breasts and massive belly as she absorbs the force of their impact. Not long after, the guards give up and spread out to find another way, as well as to look for others.

Jon completes his potion and takes it as he runs out of the laboratory leaving a trail of smoke as hit potion bubbles away in his hands. The whispers direct him to the back entrance of the kitchen which he blocks with several barriers and a locking enchantment after entering. Jon rushes over to Alyssa and says "no time to explain, drink this!" as he puts the bottle to her lips and pours. Alyssa's eyes widen as she chugs for her life. Alyssa's belly swells suddenly and moves as if the contents are boiling violently by the time she finishes the bottle. Her veins turn black and she gasps as she struggles to her feet. There is a stretching noise as her guts strain to contain the unruly liquid, and she staggers forward and heaves as if to vomit, but Jon holds a hand over her mouth preventing her. She flails weakly as the magic of the potion mixes with the magic of her curse. Finally her stomach settles, and the spell activates, causing her womb to nearly explode with the black liquid all of a sudden. She shoots the stuff out her vagina like a geyser against the door. She continues to spray the black liquid at full force for over a minute, then something clogs her and she spasms as she fills to max nearly instantly, nearly bursting her guts, but the clog passes, and a baby spawnling pops out and hits the door. It gets up unharmed, and scurries over to Alyssa's tits to nurse. There is another thwack as another spawnling pops out and hits the door. Then another, and another. The frequency increases until Alyssa builds up a rhythm of popping out spawnlings every few seconds. Soon there are spawnlings everywhere in the room, and Jon unlocks the side door to let them pour out and do their damage. The spawnlings move like a living flood, scurrying on the ceiling, the walls, and the floor like some horrible spiders from hell as they burst from the kitchen as if it were some alien hive. The soldiers are quickly overcome by the swarm and are devoured alive. Many spawnlings die, but their numbers are replenished quickly.

Anna is hiding in the Guild master's chambers under his bed when soldiers begin searching the room. While they are searching however, Anna begins to feel pressure in her belly. Her robes go taut as she slowly grows. The sides of her robe begin to tear as she bulges, and it's getting hard to breathe as the heavy bed presses down on her. She feels her blood pressure rising dangerously high as she continues to grow and the bed continues to keep her from expanding properly. Then her womb pops its seal and empties its load between her legs, relief and disappointment surge through Anna as she hope she can try again soon. One of the soldiers notices the black liquid puddling under the bed and points at it and grunts. But right before the soldier with a spear gets down to check it out, they hear screams from below and dash out of the room to aid their fellows against the swarm.

Anna squirms out of under the bed and lies on her back as she squirms out of her robe and looks at herself making sure she is still whole. She slips two fingers up her vagina to feel where she popped, she finds it and sighs as the tattered flesh lets the contents of her womb flow out freely. She withdraws her hand, and begins casting a healing spell on her crotch. When she begins to feel pressure building up in her belly again she smiles with satisfaction, and lays down on the bed as she waits for the inevitable, while playing with her nipples to pass the time while daydreaming about Alyssa's massive proportions.

Jon bottles the dark liquid as it squirts out of Alyssa between births, and makes his way back to the laboratory with the protection of the still growing swarm. The spawnlings swarm all over the inside and outside of the guildhall, they bring the other apprentices into Jon's laboratory where he makes them all sit and wait without telling them anything. Some of the younger apprentices sob quietly. The voices tell Jon to take a moment to calm the apprentices down, and explain what is going on.

Jon sits down in front of the apprentices and sighs. "Ok, so, you are scared, and want an explanation right?" nods all around "Right... well, how do I say this? Have you heard about the Dark Lord of the North?" scattered nods and whispers "Oh, well that makes this easier. The Dark Lord of the North cast a spell on Alyssa the 7th year, and now she has demonic babies. These things. The Spell he cast on her resides in her blood, and causes her to secrete this black cum from inside her womb, if you get this stuff on you, you are infected with the same spell that is on her. Boys turn into Wraiths, Girls have demon babies like these things. It's more complex than that, but that's really all you need to know. Any questions?" a young girl raises her hand, Jon points to her "So if we touched the black stuff, we are going to have demon babies?!" she looks like she's about to cry. Jon winces as the whispers in his head rise to the thundering roar of a massive waterfall telling him to explain "No, until the Dark Lord orders it to, the corruption is dormant, meaning, you still have it, and he can turn it on at any time, but until he does, nothing is going to happen to you." Sighs of relief all around, Jon runs his forehead as it still aches from the explosion of whispers a few moments ago.

One boy asks "Master Jon, are you infected?" Jon replies simply "Yes. But as long as I do what I am told, I get to stay human. And so, here I am, answering your questions, even though I would rather be working on my work..." Another student asks "What are you working on?" Jon looks at the student with raised brows and says "A potion with the black liquid in it that I am going to give to everyone in this city, and perhaps even farther than that. And later, I am going to fill bottles with the black liquid to give to each of you to take on your travels so you can put it in people's drinks." The student's unanimously ask "Why?" Jon rolls his eyes and replies "Because it's my JOB and the Dark Lord told me to, if I don't, I'm going to turn into a mindless undead monster!" The young ones gasp and silence fills the room. Then one boy asks "What does the Dark Lord want us to do?" Jon finds himself surprised by the young ones again, but this time by their willingness to join the Dark Lord's side. "I don't know yet. I don't think he knows yet either... he speaks to us through whispers in our heads, like a thousand voices all whispering just far enough away that it's hard to tell what they are saying, unless it's urgent, and then it gets really loud..." The young ones sit quietly now and think about what he has told them. One of the more daring ones grabs a spawnling and starts petting it. The creature struggles for only a moment, and then is given an order by Snow to be calm and let the young one pet it, and it complies.

Meanwhile Alyssa has continued to spew the 'Black Cum' for hours now, her body is drawing on the vast supply of nutrients in her still massively bloated belly to keep up the production. The kitchen has been flooded, and the liquid is now spreading across the floor of the mess hall. Alyssa has passed out and gushes on with no end in sight. The spawnling births have stretched out her vagina and allowed the pressure to reduce as the bore of her birth canal is widened considerably to allow frictionless birthing. Alyssa's breasts have bloated considerably, they have grown so far that her tits are now touching the surface of the liquid she is laying in. The swarm has grown to the point that the entire guildhall looks like some kind of ant hive, even more so now that the spawnlings have started digging tunnels under and throughout the guild.

The soldiers have begun to rally outside the guild for a massive attack. An officer on a horse rides up and down the line of assembled soldiers shouting his rallying speech. But before he finishes the doors are flung open and the Black Cum begins to flow out the door and down the steps. Once it reaches the last step however, it begins to pool and the water level rises into the air against an invisible barrier. The spread of the liquid corruption has been contained to the guildhall by Snow's magic. The soldiers watch with fascination as this rejection of the laws of physics takes place without any tangible barrier that prevents them or their weapons from passing it. Only the Black Cum is effected by it. The officer is speechless at the sight of this, and even more so when the liquid rises up and takes the form of a man who stands on the bottom step. His form is perfectly human, lacking in only the presence of hair, every other detail is fully fleshed out.

The man made of black liquid opens his eyes, revealing the eyes of the image of the Dark Lord whom Snow haunts the dreams of the infected with. They glow and flicker as if made from liquid fire, but they solidify into proper eyeballs after a moment, and the flickering steadies to a solid glow. The man opens his mouth and draws breath, and speaks in the voice of the Dark Lord "Hear me, and remember my words. You raise your swords against a foe that cannot be slain. The Spawnlings you can kill, but at great cost. This liquid, will infect you permanent if even a single drop touches your skin. It will bind you with the magical corruption I have designed. The corruption has no symptoms, and is not harmful in any way, unless you fail to obey me. Then you can be punished by burning alive, and then being reborn as what I have coined a 'Wraith'. A powerful fighter, but lacking a soul or the ability to feel or think beyond simple tactics and battle strategy. The women whom are infected are likewise unharmed, unless they disobey me. In them, I can create those creatures you see on the walls behind me; Spawnlings. They are doomed to give birth to those creatures for as long as I order them to. Now, you know what you need to know. My first command to you, is this: Touch this Black Liquid, and take for yourselves willingly my power, and in return I will allow you to keep your human bodies, and more importantly, your soul. Disobey my command, and I shall attack you, infect you, and turn you into mindless undead monsters whose only purpose is to kill and instill fear upon all who see you." The dark one holds out his arms as if welcoming them to come forward. "Come and see for yourselves what I have been working on inside this humble guildhall." The level of the Black Cum continues to rise up the stairs, creating a sort of liquid wall that grows higher and higher with every passing minute.

The officer is the first to get off his horse and walk forward. He looks to his men with a look of pride and sadness, then says "I will go first, if I burn, take your families and flee this place. You can't fight something like this in the same way that I can't fight something like this. The men watch as their commander removes his helmet, and then his right glove, and slowly, hesitantly, touches a single finger to the black liquid. He immediately pulls back with a single drop of the stuff on his finger. He watches it sink into his skin, and feels nothing out of the ordinary. He looks back to his men and makes a face of surprise as he holds his hand up for them to see "I didn't feel anything at all! Let me try the whole hand." He stabs his hand into the black liquid, and again, feel nothing aside from warm wetness. This time the liquid does not sink into his skin, but stays inside the barrier when he pulls his hand free. "Nothing! Its just like, warm, thick water. It doesn't even smell bad."

The officer puts his glove back on, and walks into the wall of liquid fearlessly, he climbs the steps and emerges by the image of the Dark Lord, who stands a whole head taller than him, and says "A wise decision. Please, make yourself at home. You now have nothing to fear from the Spawnlings, explore freely." The officer nods and walks inside. His men look at each other and begin walking towards the rising wall of liquid darkness, one by one they enter and one by one they emerge at the surface of the liquid and nod to the living image, and he returns their nod with a victorious smile.

An entire company of soldiers willingly walk into the darkness to preserve their humanity and follow their leader. Once inside the men marvel at how thickly the spawnlings are packed on the ceiling and walls, if they attacked the whole company would be overwhelmed in an instant. The men are wary at first of the strange and alien creatures, but when the creatures ignore, or get out of the way of the men, they quickly get used to them. The officer walks up towards the guild master's quarters as it is the driest direction, and everywhere else seems to be flooded with the black liquid.

Upon reaching the guild master's quarters the officer walks in and sees a naked young woman lying on a fancy bed laboring away in childbirth. He rushes to her side to try to help her, but she responds fearfully. Her reaction strikes him as odd, but he is too focused on her condition to pay it any mind. She heaves hard and strains to push the creature inside her out. The officer sees that the beast is turned sideways and stuck, so he takes off his gloves and puts his hands in the fire for a second, just long enough to feel pain and burn away any bacteria but not long enough to cause much damage to his skin, and rushes back to her. He gently pushes on the unborn creature to shift its position. Once turned the spawnling pops out quite easily, along with 6 others in rapid succession.

The woman's belly looks like a deflated flesh balloon as the stretched skin lays loosely over her midsection. The newborns skitter to their mother's tits and suckle for a few moments each. Judging by the young woman's reaction to this, it gives her almost as much relief as finally emptying her belly of them. Once fed, the little beasties jump off the bed and molt as they rapidly grow to their full size. The officer shakes his head in awe as he watches, if he hadn't just seen it, he wouldn't have believed such a thing possible. The young woman places a hand on her belly as the healing pulses that kept her from popping now cause her skin to tighten up a little more each time, slowly returning her to her former glory. "Whatever magic you're using, my wife would have benefited from it 2 years ago." The officer says as he points to her belly for a moment.

Anna grins and says "If I understand it correctly, all you need to do to get her this power, is infect her with that black stuff. And she will get regeneration like we have." The officer looks at her face surprised and asks "Wait, you mean, I have regeneration like that too? Really?! If that's true, I'm bringing my wife here tomorrow, and our daughter, and the neighbors, and... everyone!" Anna laughs and stretches as she stands up. The officer looks at his hands and sees the redness from putting his hands in the fire is already gone, and walks back over to the fire. He holds a hand in the fire till the skin blackens, then pulls it out marveling at how little pain there was. He watches fascinated as pulses of healing magic match his heart beat and grow the skin back before his very eyes. The charred skin cracks and falls off revealing soft red tissue that thickens then turns tan, and goes through all the phases of healing in a matter of minutes.

"This will change the whole way we fight wars..." He says quietly. Then louder, he addresses Anna "Can we be killed?" whispers slowly rise in the back of the officer's mind and tell him 'Yes, you will come back to life as a wraith if you die as a human, but if you die again, that's the end.' Anna heard the whispers as well and looks at the officer knowingly as he looks at her questioningly. "This is going to take some getting used to..." he says, she replies "You get used to it surprisingly quickly. I was infected just tonight, and already I am more than happy to be the birthmother to these little demons." The officer muses to himself "So they are demons, I thought as much."

Anna heads down to the kitchen in search of food, now understanding how Alyssa could gorge herself so gluttonously earlier. The officer follows her, and asks her opinions on the Dark Lord and the coming war to which she replies "I don't know the Dark Lord, but I am certain we are on the winning side of it. And that's the side I want to be on." The officer says "I couldn't have put it better myself. My name is Captain-Commander Collins by the way, nice to meet you." Anna says "Nice to meet you Collins, I'm apprentice Anna, a fifth year student here at the Guild." When the two walk into the kitchen, they find several soldiers surrounding Alyssa and laughing as one of them has his entire arm up her vagina and is seemingly trying to grab something. When Collins sees this, his expression sours and he stands in the doorway and simply glares at his men. The laughter dies suddenly, and the man with his arm up Alyssa's vagina pulls it out suddenly and salutes as he says "Commander!" his hasty salute spatters Anna, Collins, and the soldier with the black liquid. Collins pauses for a moment, and wipes his face, slowly and deliberately drawing the action out as he makes the young man sweat nervously. Finally after stepping right up to the young man and putting his face inches from his, he says "Outside, guard duty. Now." The young soldier snaps to it, and nearly runs out the door. Once gone the remaining soldiers struggle to stifle their laughter.

Anna pats Alyssa's ass as she walks around to see an unamused face glaring at her as she lays there. Alyssa is very bored as she lays atop her massive belly and gushes a seemingly endless amount of the black liquid like some kind of mountain spring. After their eyes have met and they gaze at each other, wordlessly communicating for a few seconds, Alyssa flails her arms and legs as she wails "Aaaaaa! I'm so bored! At least with that guy digging around in my pussy I had something to distract me!" Anna crosses her legs as she sits on the countertop in front of Alyssa and says "I guess that potion Jon gave you really worked huh?" Alyssa huffs and rubs her bloated breasts as far down as she can reach, then says "My breasts ache, milk them for me." Then folds her arms and rests her head on her over engorged breasts.

Anna hefts one of the mighty breasts, and grabs the teat, then starts pumping it. After a few seconds of this she tries drinking some of the gushing milk and to her surprise, it's delicious. Anna invites the men to join her, and suckle away to their hearts content. They all drink their fill, and manage to shrink Alyssa's giant mounds of breast flesh back to a more comfortable size. Meanwhile Alyssa's belly also has begun shrinking down to an almost manageable size as well, until finally, she can stand, and waddles heavily to the waste room. The waste room is a place found in all Mages Guild's where a portal is enchanted on the floor, and anything except special enchanted slippers will fall through it into a void, as an added precaution, an amulet is also worn to prevent the wearer from being able to fall through on the off chance the slippers fail somehow. Only wealthy guilds get an amulet in addition to the slippers as they are very expensive. Alyssa walks into the magic circle and squats as she dumps the contents of her massively inflated bowels into the portal. It takes her quite some time to get it all out.

Meanwhile the soldiers play with their newfound regeneration and spar with each other with sharp swords, no longer needing to fear being injured. Anna watches and cheers for both contestants as her belly fills with more Spawnlings. Jon has spent this whole time searching for a way to make a potion smell irresistible, and bottling the Black Cum. He gives every man and apprentice a flask filled with the stuff until he runs out of flasks. After this is done, the guild meets in the center chamber to listen to Collins' plan to spread the "Black Blood" as he calls it, disliking the name 'Black Cum'.

"Men, Women, Children, we are now all part of something big, so big I'm not even sure what to call it. Regardless of what we will call ourselves, we have been given a great gift, a gift we can share at no cost to ourselves. A gift that we can in good conscience give to everyone with no fear that it will hurt them in any way. The opposite is true in fact! By spreading this 'Plague' as it was called by some earlier, we can dramatically improve people's lives! We have no reason to keep this to ourselves, and furthermore, our new master, The Dark Lord, commands us to spread this gift across the world. We start here, in Canterstone. Then we will go out, and spread our gift, for the good of all, and the glory of our new Lord!"

Thunderous applause and cheers fill the halls, as even the spawnlings clap in their own way by clacking their front footspikes together. That said, the group breaks and spreads out, going first to their families, then friends, then neighbors, spreading the 'Gift' as it's quickly coming to be called. The Gift of the Dark Lord, at first people hesitate, but when the agents of Snow's new believers demonstrate the healing capabilities they now possess, it is quite easy to convince most people to take the blood, and willingly join what comes to be called "The Order of the Black Bloods."