Breeding Demons and Monsters
Breeding Monsters and Men
By Richard E. McCallum
REMStories
A few weeks pass in bliss, but I notice a restlessness fouling the mood of the new man. Satan and Venus’ mating encounters become fanatical, constant; neither seems to find satisfaction from the act, yet he forces it on her. What started as playful slaps, and romantic hair twisting, becomes sadistic, violent. The clan grows fearful of his insatiable violent lust.
We talk as we walk along the river, alone. He looks tired, depressed, and irritable. We stand in the water and let the current dig the sand out from under our feet. He takes a deep breath.
“My dark side, the compulsive needs to seek power, my desire to entice others to violence, and lust,” he exhales slowly, “obsesses me.” He stretches, “In this physical form; my body aches, my back muscles fatigue, my gonads enlarge and feel heavy.” He adjusts his crotch, “Inpatient and stressed.”
We walk down the river, and he picks up a stone, “I increase the frequency of sex thinking if I could just release the physical tension,” he tosses it at a squirrel “Iwill not need to harm anyone.” He picks up another stone. “However, after a day or two of sex without violence, the thoughts, and the aches return.” He throws it in a manner that causes it to skip across the water. “Sex does not make it go away.”
He turns towards me, “You have seen me try all kinds of kinky, and degrading things with these creatures, but none of my actions satisfies my urge to use force to achieve dominance and power.”
“Yes, your mating has taken a turn toward the violent; dominating, kinky.” I let him know I have observed his behavior.
“Yes. I do not want to hurt them. I will seek satisfaction from the beast.” He indicates a wolf pack watering along the river.
“You mean animal abuse?” I seek clarification.
He doesn’t answer and approaches the wolves. The wolves in this era have no innate fear of hominins, in fact, they often attack and eat them. A few like these have become camp followers and have been allowed to clean up leftover foods. The hominins have discovered the wolves warn them and help protect them from saber-toothed tigers and other predators approaching the camp. Still, they do not respond with friendly tail wagging as Satan approaches them. The leader of the pack leads a charge towards him baring teeth.
Satan leaps at them. Wolves fly, blood spurts, growling, barking, roaring. Satan gets his hands on the inside of the leader’s jaws and pries them apart. The wolf’s jaw breaks with a sickening snap. The leader retreats as the pack, leaderless, forms a defensive circle around Satan, charging in and retreating. Satan attacks the bigger ones, in line for leadership, they lay dead or retreat with their tails between their legs. He gains control and swiftly attacks the young pups, killing all of them to eliminate the ex-leader’s protégée and to send the mother into her heat cycle early.
He walks up to me, covered in blood, but relaxed as if he had a good workout and just needs a good shower and massage.
“How do you feel?” I ask.
“Relieved, very calm, my body hums.”
He reigns as the leader, entitled to the females, the first to eat of any kill, and the one that will lead the pack in hunts.
We stay with the pack for weeks. He takes them out hunting and trains them to herd deer into a small, restricted pathway. Then, he leaps out and throws himself on the back of the neck of the largest buck, locks its head in his arms, and twists it down, like a cowboy at a rodeo wrestling cows. He lets the wolves rip the prey apart as it squeals in fright and pain. Blood splatters all over him. He fights the males away to show his dominance. He rips open the deer’s gut and pulls out the choice liver and eats as the rest of the pack returns for their share. He also breaks off the male feeding frenzy and forces them to back off so the she-wolves can eat. He takes care that the females remain healthy.
It causes a lot of stress in the males, but they retreat, helpless to challenge his rule. He allows the other males to mate, but carefully controls the breeding, and kills weak or undersized pups.
He takes particular care of his favorite pups and trains them as killers and aggressive sexual animals. He breeds them with the largest females increasing their height and weight and aggressive behavior. He encourages their leadership by splitting them off into new groups, and experiments in bringing them all together to hunt the larger beast, like elk, moose, camels, elephants, and hominins.
The female wolves raped by Satan bear only male pups. They appear normal until a full moon, and then they transform into wolf-men. The wolf-men attack the hominins and once bitten the hominins, in turn, transform into wolf-men under the light of the moon, and further ravage the population.
We return to Venus’s encampment, which he protects from the wolves. She greets us, and to our surprise, her belly protrudes revealing her pending childbirth. Satan exclaims his excitement at achieving fatherhood, “I did not know if it was possible. If God would allow it. Ecstatic, a child of mine. Will it have an immortal soul? Angelic genes?”
We anxiously await the birth as any father and male friend might. She labors for days, her belly beyond the expansion of a normal pre-birth female. She screams and cries. Satan attempts all kinds of holistic medicines to relieve her pain and anxiety. Finally, he performs a cesarean.
A large, non-human, infant giant emerges from the womb. Its head is global, with bumps, a perturbing ridge over its eyes, its eyes large, yellow and red. The skin: green. A large mouth with puffy lips opens, and a gurgling, growl resounds. Poor Venus screams as Satan gives her the deformity to nurse. She refuses. He tries to get other lactating females to nurse the monster, but they all flee. He takes it out to the wolves and finds a female sucking her pups. He kills the pups and puts the giant beside her. She allows it to nurse. Satan leaves the creature in the wolf’s care.
The years pass, Venus, and the other females he impregnates continue to give birth to green giants. Satan takes them all out to the wolves. They grow tall and huge. They become vicious killers and lead the wolves to attack large herbivores and humanoids. Satan protects his clan, but the tribe fears him and his ogres. He joins his demonic offspring in hunting raids and satiates his need for violence and dominance with them and the wolves.
Venus, pregnant again, but this time her belly does not protrude out as far as with the Giants. Satan hopes for a normal birth. The time arrives, and the baby’s head shows, a few pushes, and her upper body emerges, she looks like a normal baby. To our horror, though, the next push reveals her waist is sprouting canine-faced, parasitic snakes worming their way down her body, up into her womb, and devouring her female parts. The rest of her lower body coils as a serpent.”
“Abomination,” I exclaim.
Venus cries and screams. She does not possess the vocabulary to express her fears. Satan names the child, “Sin” and takes her out to live with her siblings among the wolves.
“Poor thing.” I feel bad about Venus.
“I didn’t know, Angelo,” Satan says to me, upset over his mate’s distress “Ididn’t know the mating of an angel and a human would result in such disasters.”
Over the next few years, Satan’s demon children devastate our clan of humanoids. Satan can’t protect them; they rape, kill, and enslave all the humanoids for miles around. Venus, Satan, and I join the monsters and wander far and wide for years as they attack humans and animals. Poor Venus follows and witnesses their rage, without knowing why. We wander as outcasts, subject to all the hardships of survival in the harsh climate.
Venus grows old and weak. She will soon die. Satan cannot stand even the thought of his love dying. He prays, “God let her live with me forever. I promise I will never doubt You again. I promise I will reform.”
“God’s response?” I inquire.
“No answer came from Heaven.” He kicks the dust.
“I would think not,” I speculate.
He nods, bumps his head with his fist, and asks, “How can I do it? How do I keep her alive?”
We shuffle in circles as he concentrates, “I will try to possess her, take over her body.” He tries, but it just weakens her and makes her sick.
He looks at a loss and turns away from me.”I could try to suck the blood out of her, hoping I can infuse her with my fluids in the exchange, and she might attain my immortality.”
She gets terribly ill.
She dies.
Satan grieves, with his head, lowered, praying for her.
He lifts his head up, turns to me, and proclaims in amazement, eyes wide, “She awakens!”
I shiver, realizing the implications. I look into her eyes; she looks back at me with the large, dilated pupils of a dead person, but, yet she blinks and looks over at Satan.
The angel proclaims his ignorance. “I’m thrilled! Thank God for showing me how to do it.”
I challenge his naiveté, “. . . not the work of God …?”
“No, not of God.” The watcher answers, very distraught.
We discover, to our horror, she goes out every night and kills animals and primates, sucking the blood.
“Not alive.” He cries.
“Undead!” I warn.
Over the following days, the truth reveals itself to Satan, and he wails, “She does not eat, sleep, and has no sexual desire. The personality, the essence of my Venus,” he cups his hands over his eyes, “gone.” He drops his hands and stares at me with his grief-ridden eyes.”I am now mated with a monster of my making!” He laments.
We only travel at night now, as she shuns the sunlight and lies comatose deep down in caves and tunnels during the day. The other monsters prefer the dark as well. Satan agonizes, “Misery consumes my every waking hour. I feel quite guilty, as, after all, I was responsible for her metamorphosis.”
One day, she wakes up during the daylight, when she usually sleeps, hiding from the sun. She walks past us in the cave. She looks at Satan with the pure hatred a mother invokes over a betrayal of her trust and the harming of her children. I sense some remnant of his Venus still in the beast though she looks horrific! Sad. Terrified! As she turns and stares at Satan, I do see a spark of consciousness in her eyes for a moment. She walks out into the hot, blazing sun, and ignites in flames.
“How horrible for her,” I express, aghast.
“My first love. I will never forget her.” The ancient angel says and sighs. 
