Chapter 3 The Blackgoat Prince’s Mama is ridiculously beautiful! And also scarier than death! Part 3

Sighing the demon walked to Akane, bypassing the barrier that had defeated him for so long and slumped down beside her with the sunken shoulders of a sullen grade schooler.

“That is quite the curse, boob witch.” The demon said, the bandana covering his mouth blew forward a bit as he released a great sigh. “I cannot win against it.”

“So you give up?” Akane asked shakily.

“Of course not, yo.” the demon said holding his hand out. In a burst of terrible black energy the vile book appeared before him again. “But it looks as though I must ask Mama for help after all, y’kno?”

He stretched out his free hand and black flames consumed the floor of the room which had only just returned to normal. The fires raged for an instant before fading leaving behind five concentric circles with sinister writings scrawled throughout them.

“Ah! Damn curse, y’kno?” the demon spat, annoyed. “Your curse is making me tell you to cover your ears so you won’t go mad, yo.”

The demon’s eyes glowed spitefully as he watched her shield her ears before he began to speak in a tongue no human would even be able to pronounce. It was harsh and guttural, yet poetic and songlike. It sounded like it was born from the throats of volcanos and earthquakes, but had the soothing clarity of the ocean. It was terrible enough to be spoken by demons, and so awesome it could also be the language of gods.

Whatever its origins, it was some sort of calling, and whatever it beckoned was coming and fast, heralded by corrupted lightning that tore reality and earth, and dark flames that burned with icy cold.

Like a halfhearted conductor instructing an orchestra, the demon waved his arms and a portal opened up over the circle dumping piles of meat over top of it. Akane’s recently submissive stomach threatened a fresh revolt once Akane decerned the identity of the meat. Chunks of the demon’s victims.

The circle seemed to give off ecstatic sparks as it turned the meat to ash and consumed it. As those sparks danced the circle began to spin; each concentric ring spun in a different direction to the one it bordered spinning faster and faster until they collapsed within themselves revealing a swirling storm beneath it.

The demon raised his arms above his head, trembling slightly as his arms split into three pairs again, each of his six hands weaving symbols in the air the tips of his fingers glowing as they traced the designs. He kept up his string of elder speak as he drew until the storm of demonic energy collessed into a floor of pitch black energy.

“Mama!” the demon roared. “Your favored son requests your presence! I summon you!”

A mass of power burst from him swirling in the air before being swallowed by the black disk. Ground lightning burst from the floor and raged around scaring the surface of the ceiling, as the storm rampaged the black disk throbbed and rocked like something massive was using it as a door and knocking.

“Ah! Momma is almost here, yo!” the demon said, his voice sounding strange enough to cause Akane to snap her head towards him.

“What happened to you?” Akane said covering her mouth in surprise.

“Eh?” A… puppy? A kid? Something black, horrifying, and adorable between the two, said. “Ah! You mean this form, yo! This is what happens when I am in Alothas and my power runs out. Trying to kill you, then summoning Mamma took almost all of my strength.”

“Oh, I see.” Akane said.

“...you really are adaptable, yo.” the demon said shaking himself, before staring at Akane from the corner of his eye as they watched the storm rage together.

“Since coming to this world I’ve learned that its best to just go with the flow.” Akane said smiling. “Otherwise I’ll go mad.”

“Hmm. Is that so?”

When the storm reached its crescendo the lightning was answered by a resounding roar of thunder. Its growl rumbled in the air as a herald for a summoned elder goddess of darkness. She was a being older than time for many worlds(dimensions), both feared and worshiped in equal measure. She was wicked, terrible, passionate, and marvelous.

She was…

“Your mother is a goat?” Akane said, staring with an underwhelmed expression at a goat that was pure black from her hooves to her horns.

“Yes, yo.” the demon said getting to his feet and wagging his floofy tail exuberant excitement.

“I am the Black Goat Prince, y’kno.” he said proudly.

“Wow.” Akane said, her face one of someone who can accept anything. “This is my first time meeting a prince.”

“And now you have met a goddess, yo.”

“Can she… can she speak?” Akane said stepping cautiously towards the circle.

“‘course, yo.” the way the demon stuck out his chest in this form was adorable. “Mamma speaks pretty much every known language, y’kno? Elderbeast, Celestial, Abyssal, Apocalypze, most of the human languages, and her native language R’lyehian.”

“But she looks like she’s just a goat.”

“Kuhahaha! Looks can be deceiving, yo.”

As the words were halfway out of his lips the goat began shaking with violent seizures that drove it to the ground, were it flopped around like a fish out of water.

“Oh no! Is your mom ok?”

“She’s fine, yo. She just likes to put on a show. It’s been a while since she’s been summoned to Alothas, y’kno?”

The goat didn't look ok. As it shook her mouth frothed like a beast with rabies, and her eyes clouded over like she had been seized by death. Then, she went still. Not even her chest rose and fell from pumping oxygen into her lungs.

Akane had just opened her mouth to ask if the demon’s mother was even still alive, when the goat burst forth, spewing a forest of tentacles into the air that writhed and grasped at the air like a desperate drowning man.

The tentacles swarmed and swirled around, the many tongues on the many mouths that lined their oily flesh tasting the air, before they twined together forming a nightmarish parody of a flowers stem that birthed a bulb in the shape of the most beautiful woman Akane had ever seen.

Since dying Akane had met people whose beauty was dar beyond human sensibility. But this woman, even lounging in the midst of a tentacle nightmare, she made all of the others seem plain.

But her beauty was an awful one. It was so absolute it was horrifying. If the demon’s beauty was likened to a raging storm, exploding volcano, or another natural disaster, then this dark goddess was as magnificent as a supernova.

“How long has it been since anyone has dared to summon me?” a voice that was sultry as molten steel cooed out of lips as plump and red as apples a just a bit over ripe. Hooded almond eyes, burning the color of brilliant stars observed Akane lazily. “Are you the one? How delightfully curious. So young to be so eager to have your soul devoured.”

Akane was struck dumb by the goddesses attention. Those eyes seemed to weigh her soul, and the dimples in those perfectly filled cheeks the color of a star filled night, found it wanting and was amused.

“Well before you are consumed, i suppose there is something you desire?” Slender fingers ran over lush hourglass curves that would put fertility goddesses to shame. They paused only long enough to toy with the ringlets of hair the color of a thousand nebulas, held back from her forehead by two arching horns. “A vapid face like yours, its to bring back some handsome lover from the dead, right?”

“Ah… ah…” Akane could barely get a breath out, let alone answer.

“Momma! The boob witch did not summon ya! It was me!” The demon stood on his back legs and leapt up in the air to catch his mother’s eye.

At this point Akane did not think there was anything that could surprise her.

She was wrong.

“Eeeeeek!” the dark goddess shrieked in delight, and the eternal black expanses of her skin responded by sending hundreds of the stars they contained into novas.

“My Prince. My sweet son!” she cooed, her voice losing its husky sultriness, and immediately transforming to that of an overindulgent mother.

“How I’ve missed you.” with the speed of a lashing whip one of the tentacles struck out, seizing the demon and depositing him into the eager arms of the goddess where she began to smother him in her plentiful bosom. “It has been too long. I let you go to Alothas on the condition that you contact me every thousand years! Mamma was worried!”

“It has only been 750 years since I contacted you, Mamma.” the demons sounded like he could barely get out a word as smothered as he was.

“But every day you’re away is like a thousand years, my sweetness.” the dark goddess pouted, her full lips quivering appealingly. “I miss doing this and that with my wittle puppy prince.”

“This… and that?” Akane said her face burning so hot she felt like steam was coming out her ears.

“...Mama… if you say things like that people will get the wrong idea, y’kno?” the demon said.

“But I just love my puppy prince soo… why are you in your weakened form?”

“That is why I called Mama, y’kno?” the demon said avoiding eye contact with the goddess. “I was cursed by that boob witch over there you see. No-”

“CURSED?!” the suffocating adoration drained from the goddess’s tongue. It wad replaced by venomous nightmares and hatred so palpable Akane could see them begin to take form and distort reality. “WHORE, YOU DARE?! I WILL DEVOUR YOU, YOUR WORLD, AND EVERYTHING IN IT! A MILLION YEARS WILL FEEL A MOMENT FOR YOU AND ALL YOU LOVE AS YOU ARE CONSUMED FOR AN ETERNI-”

Akane was driven to her knees by the relentless assault of the goddess’s hatred and words. White consumed her vision as her spirit was nearly crushed, and surely would have been but…

“Ahn!” the goddess cried out in… pain? And collapsed to her side on a cushion of tentacles, holding her cheek and staring at the Black Goat Prince. He had just butted her before Akane could be obliterated by the goddess’s fury. “My puppy prince?! You struck Mama? It felt… amazing.”

Turning his face away from the drooling expression of his mother, the demon spoke in an embarrassed voice. “I tell ya Mama, they will get the wrong idea.”

“But why, baby, why stop Mama from dispensing her divine punishment on this worm?” the goddess said petulantly, as she lifted the tiny form of the demon above her head.

“That is the curse, Mama. I cannot allow any harm to come to this woman. It is too powerful for even me to overcome. Can you dispel it?”

The goddess clutched the demon to her bosom with his claw/paws draped over her forearms, and turned to face Akane, who wilted beneath the pressure of of that duel pair of otherworldly gazes.

The goddess’s eyes snapped open impossibly wide and the brilliance of her eyes seared Akane with their intensity. Akane was paralyzed! That gaze felt like it was scrutinizing every thought, memory, emotion, and dream she ever had. It was as though this dark elder being’s sight had burned away her exterior to stare at her soul.

Full lips peeled away from teeth like pins and needles; the goddess hissed like something burning and narrowed her eyes at Akane like she was something disgusting she had just stepped in.

“Divine magic.” The goddess frowned as though contemplating something. “But this girl is no goddess.”

“She is from another world.” the demon said, staring up at his mother. “A god must have brought her here, y’kno? Yo! Is the curse some divine protection?”

“That’s how it seems, my Prince.” The stars swam within her spiraling into the whirlpool shape of a galaxy as the goddess sunk deeper into thought. “So a forced bonding, is it?”

“Hmm.” shooting stars chased the galaxy away as the goddess’s face shifted from pondering to determination. “Sorry, my love, my powers are still… limited here. I cannot break this bonding. If this was Apocalypze-even the outer edge-I could shred this paltry conjuration... So I shall be taking you both back to my domain.”

The demon twitched from the confines of his mother’s bosom when he heard her words, before he started squirming around with the desperation of rodent with its tail in a trap.

“NOOOO!” the demon thrashed around while he screamed, but his mother’s grip on him was absolute as iron. “I’m so close to vengeance! To be taken back now! To be thwarted when the goal is in sight, yo? The injustice! The cruelty of life. Release me, Mama!”

“SILENCE!” the various heavenly bodies within her were swallowed by a gluttonous black hole until there was nothing remaining but darkness, or rather an absence of light. And just as the void the demon’s mother held an expression that was empty, vast, and ancient.

The earlier antics of an overindulgent mother had made Akane forget. This creature was no housewife, eager to spoil her son, but a monster older than time.

“It is too dangerous for you to attempt your goal while carrying this burden.” the goddess said caressing her son’s floof. “Come home with me. In a few millennia I will make you strong enough to crush your enemies beneath your heel like so many blades of grass.”

“It took me fifteen-thousand years to get here, yo!” the demon had finally given up his struggle and hung limply in his mother’s arms as she combed through his fluffy hair with her fingers. “So many circles of Apocalypze! So many demons I had to slaughter, y’kno? Well that part was pretty fun, but still…”

The goddess bit her plump lip her eyes teetering between stern and doting as she looked at the heavy shadow of disappointment weighing upon her son’s fuzzy shoulders.

“Ahn! So cuteeee! Fine! Your adorableness has overwhelmed me. Damn it!” the goddess sighed as she allowed a tentacle to steal her precious son from her arms and deposit him gently back on the ground. “So be it. But I will not allow you to rampage as you want. You shall return after crushing the first treacherous worm. Once the others feel his power extinguished, they will hunt you.”

The demon began to dance around on his hind legs. It was disturbing, terrifying, and cuter than cat videos at the same time.

“You will let me stay, yo?” the demon said joyfully. “Mama really is the best!”

The goddesses eyes greedily ate up the sight of her son’s joy, before turning coldly upon Akane. “As for you. The spell denies me my retribution, and what’s more your weakness puts my beloved son in danger.”

She bared the hundreds of needle teeth at Akane. “So I cannot just let you be. Take my blessing… boob witch was it?”

“Th-That is no-”

“It matters not.” the goddess brushed away Akane’s complaints with careless yet magnificent fingers. “This Title will make you a bit less cumbersome for my cute baby.”

She seemed to swell as her arm stretched out towards Akane, seeming almost too big for the room.

Her impressive chest expanded even greater as she filled her lungs and spoke in a voice that could split the heavens.

"I am Shub Niggurath the Black Goat in the Forest with a Thousand Young. Hear me mortal, rejoice, despair, and suffer my Blessing."

When the goddess, Shub Niggurath, the Black Goat, finished speaking Akane’s chest burned with energy. It was as though she had been freed from shackles she didn't know she carried. Her body felt lighter, her weariness drained away, even her thoughts came more clearly.

The Black Goat rested the back of her hand upon her head as she swooned a mass of tentacles curling behind her like a chaise sofa. “Ah! I’ve almost exhausted my power with that woman. Hmph! And I just got to see my little dumpling after so long too.”

“Mama, it has only been 750 years.” the demon prince said sitting back on his hindquarters and wagging his tail at his mother. “After I finish my business here I will return.”

“It’s a promise!” Shub Niggurath said as the black disk plugging the hole between the demon world and Alothas faded. The dark goddess began to be pulled back to her lonely prison beneath the darkest pit of Apocalypze.

She leaned over her son and pressed her luscious lips on his furry brow. Her ancient eyes of blazing starlight, which had seen the rise and fall of worlds and civilizations beyond count, filled with love that only a mother could have as she looked at her son.

Even as she faded away her joy was plain, expressed as a resplendent explosion was birthed beneath her breasts spreading stars and planets hurtling through out her body filling the darkness with the magnificence of galaxies. It was like a universe being born.

But when she turned her eyes upon Akane there was no such warmth. All Akane could do was swallow sour spittle and weather the cold gaze of judgement of a being who had devoured worlds, given birth to countless demons, and filled the nightmares of lesser gods.

“Be sure not to be the stone that causes my favorite son to stumble, girl.” the Black Goat said any pretense of humanity leaking away with every word leaving behind nothing but cold promise. “For If you don’t you will spend a brief eternity regretting it.”

And with that the very last of her massive ether was pulled back to her prison, where she would wait, as she had been for the last 750 years, for her son to come home.