Without Control ((FULL))

[Dreaming_Drifter]

Oscuro Lee

Oscuro swore violently when Dalila, who he vaguely remembered as Satoshi's distant relative, collapsed nearby as he fought off rebels. "Cover me!" he barked to a couple of soldiers, dropping his knife and dashing over to the wounded girl. He carefully scooped her into his arms and opened his wings, flying her back to the place where the demons were bringing their wounded. Satoshi was there, thank the gods, surveying the battle from a high point with a terrible expression on his face.

"Satoshi! Dalila's been badly injured, sir... You might wish to speak to her when she wakes." That said, Oscuro handed her off to a medic and flew back to the front lines to help his men and the demons.

 

[Dreaming_Drifter]

Satoshi Tayashi

Satoshi snarled and ordered his demons to counterattack before jumping down from the high place where he'd been observing the battle. He walked over and knelt beside Delila, pushing aside the medic's hands and looking her over, trying to figure out what had happened to her just by sight. Not surprisingly, however, it was scent that gave away all that had happened.

The wounds had been inflicted not by rebels, but by one of his own... Satoshi growled like the dog demon he was, his eyes flickering red. "Her own brother... That her own brother would try something like this... I trusted that filthy b*****d..." He calmed enough that his eyes grew stable again and he moved aside, waiting for the girl to wake up and watching as the medic worked over her.

 

[Dreaming_Drifter]

Satoshi Tayashi

Satoshi held the girl after she calmed down, ignoring the cuts she'd given him as they healed almost immediately. The medic was already up and recovered as well, if a bit shaky. But Satoshi's attention rested on the shaking girl in front of him. "Dalila, how long ago did he hurt you?" he asked, keeping her gently in his arms for what he hoped was comfort. "He's not here... You're safe now."

 

[Dreaming_Drifter]

Satoshi Tayashi

Satoshi reached over and covered his niece with a blanket, twitching in anger when he realized that Eblis had kept him fooled for ten years. To think such a horrible thing had happened right under his nose... He wrapped his arms gently around the young demon and shook his head. "Eblis was no man... A true man does not harm women, but protects and respects them. He could only loosely be called a male, though I'm sure the more specific term is monster. I promise you, child, not all men are like him. Creatures like Eblis live only to take from others." He growled softly. "As soon as I can, I will check and make sure he has been sent to the worst part of the Depths."

 

[Dreaming_Drifter]

Dr. Sirrah Rawlings

Sirrah gently ran her fingers through Dalila's hair, shaking her head slightly. "You have nothing to apologize for, sweetie. Do you feel any better? Are you hungry?" She remembered seeing the expression in Dali's eyes reflected in Nina's... Dead and tired, hopeless. It had been on Nina's birthday, when she failed to see the need to fight back anymore. Sirrah had managed to snap her out of it with harsh words, but she didn't know Dali as well. She wasn't sure what to say to the girl.

 

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Kirrah Tayashi

Kirrah had been beyond furious when Satoshi had told her the whole story, and almost hadn't let him leave in her worry for his safety. Now that Dalila was awake, Kirrah crossed the room and sat on the bed beside her, smiling slightly at the girl. "So, feel like doing anything aside from sleeping, my dear?" she asked in a gentle voice, absentmindedly braiding the girl's hair. "Goodness, I love your hair... Reminds me of Satoshi and Sirrah's, so soft and white..."

 

[Dreaming_Drifter]

Kirrah Tayashi

Kirrah felt the familiar anger at men flare within her at Dalila's words. She looked over at her daughter and saw Sirrah trying not to cry, and found her anger doubled at the thought of uncaring demon fathers. After Kirrah had died when Sirrah was fourteen, the poor girl had been on her own. Her father hadn't even acknowledged her existence until she was well over a hundred years old. Even though she knew Satoshi was a better father than Dalila's, she was still angry.

"I know how you feel," both mother and daughter said at the same time, Kirrah in a bitter tone, and Sirrah in a sad one. Kirrah spoke first. "I know how it is to be viewed as nothing more than a baby machine. To have no one take you seriously or respect you because all they think you're good for is giving birth and cleaning."

Kirrah felt her heart nearly break when she heard Sirrah's words. "And I know... How it is to have your wonderful mother die and feel all alone because your father never cared about you... And I know how it is to be viewed weak by your father when he does finally speak to you. I know what it's like to be shunned by both humans and demons, because you are neither one nor the other... An eternal outsider." The redhead put her hand over her daughter's, then looked down at Dalila sympathetically.

"It's not true, though. Dali, you've proved how strong you are. And you are good for so much more than fighting and breeding. You can be anything you want to. If what you want isn't to be a soldier, then don't be. Do what makes you happy, my dear. Because in the end, that's what will make the most people happy too. If you continue doing something you hate, pretending to be something you're not, you'll only be miserable."

Kirrah's eyes softened along with her voice. "And sex should be mainly about love, not lust or baby making. I'm so sorry you had that taken from you by someone who never should have felt any of those urges for you."

 

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Kirrah Tayashi

Kirrah kissed Dalila's forehead gently and nodded, keeping her arms around both girls. "Of course, sweetheart. You're family too, you know." She smiled and ran her fingers through Dali's hair, trying to calm and comfort the girl.