A Demigod's other Demi by vampiric instincts

Prologue

Prologue

A pink-cloaked woman stepped into a dark temple silently. The figure lifted a hand and snapped slender, pale fingers, lighting the temple with a rosy glow. Another figure stepped out of the shadows, this one cloaked in black.

“Anbu,” the light, musical voice came from the woman as the second figure removed his cloak to reveal a head of black hair.

The male stepped further into the light to show deep crimson eyes, and a coldly beautiful face. Upon the man’s forehead sat a blue starburst matching the color of the two stripes on each of his cheeks. He stepped up to the female, and undid the clasp that held her cloak together, causing the material to fall to the ground. Long, curly golden hair fell to the female’s waist, shining in the rosy lighting. Blue eyes looked up at the male longingly, a small, pert nose and full lips making the female all the more appealing. The male looked down at the curvaceous female that lacked a stitch of clothing.

“Aphrodite, this will be our last meeting,” the male said, his gravely voice deep as he growled the words.

“Why?” the goddess asked, removing the males cloak, revealing the Hakama and bare chest underneath.

A long, black tail fell just short of his ankles, the fluffy mass swishing back and forth slowly. Clawed hands pulled her to him carefully, stroking her full hips lovingly.

“My mate begins to suspect. I don’t wish to cause her harm,” Anbu said, and the female pouted, but saw the look in his eyes.

“I understand. I’m sure if I loved my husband I would care as well. If this is to be our last meeting…would you deny me a remembrance of you?” the goddess asked, stroking one of the markings on his cheek.

“What do you ask for?” Anbu asked, leaning down to nuzzle the side of her neck.

“A daughter…please…”

“Back in Japan tonight?” A handsome red headed man asked coldly, as his wife slipped into bed beside him.

“He said tonight will be the last night,” Aphrodite murmured, passing her hand over her silk clad stomach slowly.

“You will go back tomorrow night to see if he still comes though,” the man said knowingly, turning away from the female beside him.

“No. I know that tonight was the last, Hephaestus,” the red headed god heard a soft sound come from his wife and turned back to look at her.

The man blinked at seeing the beautiful female’s cheeks wet and dripping. Pulling himself into a sitting position, careful of his leg, he gently touched her shoulder.

“You…experience that mortal emotion, why? Why bother? You’re the goddess embodiment of sexuality. You have no need of love,” Hephaestus frowned, and saw her pull her bare legs as far up to her chest as she could.

Glancing down, he saw that her stomach was slightly extended. Eyes widened, and he quickly looked into the crying female’s face.

“Aphrodite, you should not have! You…the child will be cast out! You know this!” he whispered and she shook her head.

“I needed some peace of him, Hephaestus. I know that he has a chosen, but I need him,” the female whimpered, and lay down in the bed when she gasped.

“You…the child will be half demon, half god! Zeus will never allow it! Hades will never allow it! It will be left in the mortal realm if anyone finds out!” her husband whispered franticly, worried for the child that would soon be born from his wife.

“I know that I’ve never been good to you, husband. I’m sorry. But please, I beg of you. Bring Iris to me,” the goddess pleaded, and the man nodded slowly.

“I’ll be back,” the man limped out of the room, and Aphrodite whimpered slowly, her hands on her almost fully extended stomach.

“Hermes, Bring Iris to me,” Hephaestus growled at the white haired man lounging about in the clouds above Olympus.

“Why should I forger?” the man looked down at the unacceptable god, staring into one another’s black eyes.

“This is no time for jokes messenger. I need your sister,” Hephaestus glared at the other god, who scoffed.

“Fine, fine, don’t get your toga in a twist,” the man said before disappearing.

Hephaestus sighed before returning to the complex that held his wife.

Why I do these things for her I’ll never know, the man thought as he limped to his wife’s bedside, where she lay sweating.

“Iris?” Aphrodite panted, whimpering and her back bowed slightly.

“She will be here soon, wife,” Hephaestus said as he filled a bowl with water and sat in a chair by the bed, dampening a cloth and patting her forehead with it.

“Aphrodite, how have you come to this state so quickly? I saw you just yesterday and you were defiantly not so full along,” a woman said as she stepped into the room, a propping a winged staff in the corner and setting down a pitcher next to it.

“Iris, thank you for coming so quickly,” Hephaestus said to the white haired woman, who smiled at him kindly, her dark golden eyes sparkling.

“Hello, Uncle Hephaestus,” the god blinked as a blond male stepped out from behind the goddess, light golden eyes laughing slightly, as they always were.

“Eros,” the god nodded to the younger one, who placed a bow down next to the bed as he looked down at the goddess of beauty.

“Aunty. I can tell you this now. I did not set my sights upon you, I swear,” the man said, white-feathered wings fluttering behind him slightly.

“I know that Eros. I brought this upon myself,” the goddess whispered, before gasping as a new pain started in her stomach.

“Aphrodite, why would you call me here? I’m no midwife,” Iris said, looking at her son oddly, as he stared down at the goddess sadly.

“I’ve a favor to ask of you, Iris. The child that I’m with…it is not allowed to live here,” Aphrodite whispered, and the other goddess frowned before coming forward to rest a hand on her stomach.

The white haired goddess blinked, before looking down at the stomach thoughtfully, her eyes soft.

“Oh, little one. Such compassion for the pain that you are causing your mother. One such as you cannot possibly have a demon father,” she whispered, her eyes glistening slightly.

Eros, frowned slightly, stepping up to the bed and laying a hand on Aphrodite’s stomach as well. His eyes widened in shock. Iris laughed slightly and Aphrodite smiled.

“She cannot wait to meet you, Eros,” Aphrodite whispered, as another pain took her.

“Even as a half god, she can share her emotions with us. That is something that is usually only gifted to full gods,” Eros whispered, and stepped back to give his mother room as she started to shift about.

“She is ready to come out. Hephaestus, I need you to fetch one of your cleavers,” Iris said, and the god nodded, limping out of the room.

“C-cleaver?” Eros whispered, paling slightly.

“Ah, yes. You’ve never witnessed a goddess giving birth. We cannot give birth the way humans do. Something always goes wrong and we lose the infant. Therefore…” Iris trailed off as Hephaestus returned and handed her the cleaver.

“This…is going to hurt like a bitch…isn’t it?” Aphrodite asked and serene smile came over Iris’s face.

“Just hold still dear,” and swung.

A bright, golden light erupted from the goddess’s body as her stomach was opened, and Iris reached in quickly and withdrew a small, infant from it. When the light faded, Aphrodite lay, whole, and back to her normal form. She sat up and looked at the wriggling form in Iris’s arms. A head of black hair sat upon her head, and crimson eyes stared curiously about the room. A blue starburst rested on her head, and a small, fluffy black tail peeked at her from under Iris’s arm.

“She’s full demon because of her goddess blood,” Aphrodite whispered in horror, afraid that there would be no way to hide it now.

“Not to worry,” Iris said, carrying the infant to her pitcher, Eros peering over her shoulder curiously the entire time, a look of wonder on his face.

“I will put to sleep her demon side. It will come forth when her body comes of age, but that should give her plenty of time to get ready to be cast out,” Iris said, removing a single drop of the water from her pitcher and placing it upon the starburst on the infants forehead, causing it to whimper slightly.

The deities all watched as the markings and tail vanished, small clawed hands becoming those of an infants, crimson eyes turning crystal blue as the baby cried. Eros stepped forward and took the infant from his mother, causing the baby to stop crying and look up at him with curious eyes.

You were the one that I wished to know.

The god blinked, before smiling down at her. Aphrodite and Iris giggled and Hephaestus chuckled. All of the deities in the room heard what the infant projected. It was a power that all of the gods held. It was a security blanked of sorts, to let the others know what you were feeling, if you were, for some reason, in trouble.

“What will you name her?” Eros asked Aphrodite, who frowned slightly.

“Kagome,” the goddess finally decided, remembering the children that were singing the song when she first saw Anbu.

“Kagome’s a beautiful name,” the smith grinned, before taking the infant from Eros, the younger god frowning slightly in reaction.

Who are you?

“I will be your father,” Hephaestus said, making Aphrodite blink, before smiling slightly.

Short summery on the Deities that is not complete:

Aphrodite: goddess of Love and sexuality.

Hephaestus: God of Craftsmen, Blacksmiths. Forced into marriage with Aphrodite because of his cool headedness. Disliked by other gods because he’s lame. I’m assuming it’s his leg that’s lame.

Iris: Goddess of the rainbow and a messenger. Mother to Eros in this version and others. By command of Zeus, the king of the gods, she carries an ewer of water from the Styx, with which she puts to sleep all who perjure themselves. I figure that the water can put to sleep demons. At least in my mind it can.

Eros: god of lust, love, sexual intercourse, and pleasure. My favorite play toy in this fic, aside from Sesshomaru. XD

Hermes: Messenger of the gods.

If you don’t know the rest of them, such as Artemis, and Zeus, then you probably wont like this story.