Legends of the Treasure Child : Demon Spawn

They scurried for cover, their screams shrilling across the waters as Jack was lifted up from where he was sitting in the barrel. John grew his wings in a flash, instinctively hurling a fire bolt at the great white thing. He successfully singed a good part of the Thyrion’s left wing, but it didn’t stop the demon from taking off with Jack. John caught up with them just some hundred meters away from the Pearl, and dug his teeth in the Thyrion’s neck whilst grasping both black-feathered wings so hard, the demon immediately lost altitude. They plunged towards the sea, and the Thyrion let go off Jack in order to free himself from John’s grip. John immediately let go, and plunged down after Jack, catching his father just as he’d touched water.
“The sharks...!” John mumbled.
“Wha’?!” Jack said, not hearing properly because of the rush of speed.
“Sharks!” John shouted, nodding towards the water. Fins kept breaking the surface, slicing the water with their sleek elegance. Jack saw them, and tightened his grip around John’s neck. They both gasped as John was struck from behind. Jack fell out of John’s arms and managed to clamber on to a fish net hanging down on one side of the Pearl. He watched demon father and demon son twirl past him, fighting for dominance, locked in battle, encompassed by wings, snarling like beasts, tearing shreds in each other’s skins, all because of Jack. He looked down to the shark infested waters, wondering if he should jump and just end it all.

If his eyes could have been shooting sparks, then John would have. Finally, he had something to release his hatred, his hunger for destruction on. The Thyrion was easily defeated, and released himself from the interlocking with his son with a kind of baffled expression of face. There was also glee. And much pride, and John knew why. The Thyrion had seen a glimpse of how he wanted John to be: Merciless, enraged and powerful. A scourge on the face of the Earth. They both halted in mid air as they felt it.

“Man over board! The Captain fell overboard!” John heard Gibbs shout. Father and son turned to watch the Pearl, and saw no sign of Jack. They plunged downwards simultaneously, plunging into the water in the wake of the Pearl. They saw Jack disappear into the black abyss below them, encircled by killer sharks. The Thyrion spurred forward, whilst John immediately turned from wings to fish tail. His clothes were already a mess, so he tore the last pieces off, becoming a beautiful picture of something otherworldly – a hunter of the sea. They both caught hold of Jack, but were forced to fend off the sharks, and John had to let go off Jack’s arm. They’d looked each other in the eye for a moment – a moment too long, because John realized the Thyrion had commanded the sharks to go after him. It effectively separated him from Jack, and when he looked for Jack a moment later, the old pirate was gone along with the Thyrion.
Gibbs stood gazing over the railing of the Pearl. Cotton had been placed at the wheel, and everyone was busy looking for the captain and John. When dead sharks began to shoot out of the water and land on deck, he knew that John at least, was all right.
“Looks like it’s goin’ tha’ be shark fer dinner, lads. Get this mess cleared up!” Gibbs barked to the men.
John came shooting out of the waters as well. He slid some metres across deck before halting elegantly, his large rainbowy and golden looking tail swept furiously from side to side, sweeping everyone nearby off their feet.
“Is Jack here?!” he shouted, “Jack?!”
“He’s not with ye?!” Gibbs rather confirmed than asked.

Five hours later, the twins were beside themselves with hunger, and no Jack was to be found. John didn’t dare to leave them to go searching for Jack. The demon had to see reason that the children would need to be fed, right? Another hour passed by, and finally a white speck with multiple legs appeared on the horizon. The Thyrion, touched down on port side of the Pearl, squatting on the railing. Jack did not move, but simply slid out of Thyrion’s grasp, and remained limp on the deck between him and John. Then Jack seemed to come around as he heard the infant cries, and he managed to walk on hands and knees past John and into the cabin. They all saw it. Jack had been raped. He was battered and bruised, with blood from his rectum smeared across his thighs. He didn’t speak, but worked his way forward, shaking from the sheer effort. Every move was painful, and he was breathing heavily, as if he’d been nearly strangled. To confirm the obvious signs, the Thyrion’s manhood was smeared also, red with blood . Jack’s blood. The huge erection was bobbing slightly as the Thyrion moved with the ship, practically laughing at him.

The sound of the infants’ furious cries reached John’s ears, and he realized that Jack hadn’t gone to feed them. He’d gone to fetch them, and was now making his way out of the cabin, each twin on one arm. His face was open with fear, pale from exhaustion and every furrow around his brows spoke of resignation. They all watched in silence as Jack brought forth the children who had no intent on staying silent. They watched him kneel in front of the Thyrion. John felt sick as he realized that Jack had been tortured into doing this. And the demon was displaying his power over him for all to see. An obvious ‘agreement’: If Jack didn’t present the Thyrion with the results of the previous rape, then Jack would never get to see his children again. John tried to stay calm, fighting the impulse to hurl himself at the Thyrion. Obviously content with the result, the Thyrion nodded, then took off. The Pearl rocked heavily for a while, before John snapped out of his reverie and helped Jack back inside. The wails of the children were ear-shattering. But it was difficult. Jack couldn’t sit, and he was bleeding and dirty and beside himself.

“Jack, please try to focus on the children, please” John told him softly. The solution was to lie the twin down with their heads next to each other so they shaped an A. Then Jack lay down between them, allowing his breasts to dangle free. The twins found each tit, and desperately latched on, staying completely still and focusing on one task only – feeding. It was heavy to hold that position for a long time, but John knew that being with the children again gave Jack newfound powers. John sent Gibbs outside and told him to mind the wheel. He then shut the door, sat down on the nearest chair and wept in silence, listening to the content sound of demon babies feeding.