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Adam was reclined back on his couch, feet kicked up on the coffee table with a big plate of ribs stacked up on his stomach while waiting for kickoffs to start. Adam was a very busy man, what, with commanding an entire army, touring around Heaven with his band and making sure the old incubator didn’t break down…? Guy time was sacred, and it was absolutely vital that he kept himself properly enriched with only the most engaging activities to keep those gears turning. What better way to do that than with primetime football and a messy plate of grub paired with a stained wifebeater and boxers?

He kept his phone nearby, just in case aforementioned incubator, dubbed as such in his contacts, felt like communicating with him at all that night. He usually didn't, but Abel would pitch a bitch fit if Adam didn't answer the one day he called.

Some people may call him a useless deadbeat for sitting on his ass while his son was birthing his young, but egg-laying day was to Abel what guy time was to Adam; sacred. Not to be interrupted. The one time Adam made the mistake of trying to be there to witness the miracle of life, Abel kicked him out of the nest for ‘disturbing his peace’, so Adam never had to feel bad about not being there to hold his son's hand through it. Forget about not needing it, the kid never wanted it. It was hard to believe the cojones on that kid when pregnancy hormones were involved, but Adam wouldn't lie and say he wasn't into it; He liked a spicy little thing every once in a while. Why else would he keep going back for more?

Halfway into his chow and right as the game was about to start, Adam heard a rap at his door. Strange, because he didn't remember ordering anything, but he still had half a mind to acknowledge the guy who schlepped all the way out here for one reason or another. He still wasn't going to get up, though.

“Just’uhh- leave it at the door, or whatever!” Adam shouted over his shoulder. Both teams were lined up and ready to pile drive into each other– which was the only reason Adam even bothered watching sports– and he did not want to miss it. Whatever was out there, it could wait.

Apparently, the delivery boy wasn't well-versed in Biblical Hebrew, because instead of dropping the goods and getting lost as instructed, he, she or it knocked again.

“Oh, dude, come the fuck on,” Adam exasperated. He tried to tune it out, turn up the volume on his TV and go about his night, but it was incessant, like nails scrapping against a chalkboard. The longer he ignored it, the louder it seemed to get.

“Am I speaking another fucking language?” Adam raved to himself while stomping towards the door. “Simple instructions. Just put the fuckin’ pizza or whatever the Hell on the ground and fuckin’–” Adam angrily swung the door open, but the figure standing on the other side was not the overly intrusive delivery driver he had expected to confront.

“Abel?” If nothing else, that certainly explained why the alleged stranger was so content with pushing his buttons. But… It wasn't time yet. “Hey, man, you're like–” Adam glanced down at his wrist, where he imagined a watch would be, if he cared to own one. “Two days too early, champ. I'd invite you in, but, like, it's a total fuckin’ mess back there. Don't get me wrong, I was gonna’ clean, just not–”

Adam paused after a cursory glance over the boy in his doorway. Abel had… certainly seen better days. He was deathly pale, sweat dripping from his skin in buckets, wings dragging behind him on the ground like a sad sack of potatoes. One of his arms clutched around his belly while the other kept him stable on the doorframe.

“You look like shit. Are you okay?”

“H-Hey, Dad, I-I think… U-Uh…” Abel miserably croaked. “I-I think–” he panted, breathless after just a few words. His voice was so dry and hoarse, like he’d been practicing a vocal fry all night, but Adam knew better than to assume he was doing anything wicked cool like that. “S–omething's wrong.”

Abel was a pain in the ass and a quivering fucking pussy every other week of the month, but this was his bread and butter right here. If nothing else, he knew how to lay a clutch and hatch some kickass kids, and he knew Adam would always come to see him after they hatched and not a moment sooner.

For him to be here now could only mean that something was wrong. The question then, was how wrong?

All that simmering rage Adam felt towards a delivery boy who never existed was swallowed up by the pit his heart left behind when it dropped to his ass. Adam grabbed Abel, who swayed unsteadily on his feet, and ushered him inside, where Abel clung to his forearm like a lifeline.

“What happened?” Adam reiterated. “Is something wrong with the clutch?”

“N-No– don't– I don’t know– u-ugh…!” Abel sniffled and moaned in pain, breaths heavy and labored as Adam felt him struggle to fill his chest with air. “It… Just– Hngg– h-hurts!” Abel grunted, tripping on his own legs as he doubled over in pain. Adam sucked in a sharp breath and quickly course corrected to keep Abel from falling, hooking his arms beneath Abel's shoulders before he hurriedly guided him towards the couch.

He set Abel down as delicately as he could, but Abel's back immediately careened off the couch as he writhed, like he'd just been laid across a bed of hot coals.

“Alright, um… let's take a look,” Adam said to himself. For the quantity of eggs Abel pushed out every month, he was bound to hit a snag every now and again, so Adam tried not to let anxiety get the better of him. Whatever it was, though, Adam could tell it hurt like a bitch, so he tried not to get too aggravated when Abel's legs jerked and sent his knee into Adam's chin the moment he touched him.

“S-Sorry! I'm sorry!” Abel frantically apologized as Adam clutched onto his face.

“Jesus, Abel–! Fuck…” Adam was lucky Abel hadn't meant to do that, or else he'd probably be looking at a broken nose right now. “It… It's fine. Shit.” Adam clenched and unclenched his jaw and took the blow in stride so he could get back to the matter at hand. He cautiously lifted the hem of Abel's cloak, rolling it up and over his knees to get a better look at what he was working with, and, well… it wasn't looking too good.

Blood caked Abel's inner thighs, one trickle reaching as far as his calf. The stale scent of sex and urine soaked into his clothes, accompanied by a shimmery yellow stain right under his ass. And then… right below his belly sat the problem; a large, pronounced lump jutting from his cunt to his guts. It almost looked alien inside of him, his navel bulging and disfigured.

“You're egg bound,” Adam cursed under his breath. “How long did you wait to come find me, dude?”

Adam experimentally prodded at the bumpy surface of the egg protruding from Abel's hole, giving it a light tap to see just how stuck it was. Abel squeezed his eyes shut and whined, and Adam felt himself flinch in terror when Abel's legs twitched again. He backed off before Abel struck him again, but not without confirming beyond a shadow of a doubt that there was no give to the egg at all. It was the very definition of stuck.

“I… I don't remember. I just thought my water broke early, and… That was all–” Abel choked, growing more restless with each word. “B-But I couldn't– It's– ghh–! It's too big.” Abel practically wept. “It wouldn't come out. I-I can't do it. It hurts.”

Adam sucked in a breath. Abel sounded so utterly helpless. He always hated how quickly that kid gave up when the going got tough… but that was for things he couldn't already do; weight-lifting, javelin throwing, ordering fast food on his own and telling the cashier he didn't want onions on his burger… not this.

“Alright man, try to relax for a second here,” Adam said. He stood up to guide Abel flat onto his back in the hopes of alleviating at least some of the pressure on his pelvis. A bead of sweat rolled down Adam's forehead as he took stock of the situation. Abel was right when he said that egg was too big. It was ginormous. Rough, bumpy, misshapen… like a deformed ostrich egg. Nothing like Adam had ever seen before. The crowned portion of the egg looked more like a boulder sticking out of him. It was even colored like one, with none of the characteristic black bands Abel's eggs usually had. Just a flat, gray surface beneath a film of amniotic fluid and fluorescent blood.

“I-Is it bad…?” Abel whispered.

Adam pried his somber gaze away to look Abel in his pained, pleading eyes. “Wh–at?” Adam asked, his voice cracking in an utter betrayal of his resolve. “Pssht, nah. It's totally fine. Just a little stuck. You've managed before, right?” Adam tried to play it off to not frighten the boy any further… But he still had to look away when he said it.

Adam gave Abel's shoulder a reassuring rub when he saw the frown on his face. “I… Guess so?” he reluctantly agreed.

When Adam died, he had no idea that being part avian came free with the wings, but it wasn't all that bad in the grand scheme of things. Sure, he had to preen his feathers every once in a while, and his nails grew freakishly fast and sharp, but other than that? It was smooth sailing and clear skies. If nothing else, he could always take solace in knowing that he didn't get saddled with Abel's particular wing sauce for all of eternity.

If God's watchful eye extended to the Heavens, he probably got a real chuckle out of giving Abel, the only one of Adam's human children with no descendants, the ability to reproduce indefinitely in his afterlife. What he lacked in life he made up for a thousand fold in death. To Abel, laying eggs was just as routine as combing his hair in the morning or brushing his teeth at night, so for him to be in such distress now… it was sobering.

Despite Abel's forceful insistence at delivering his clutches alone, Adam wasn't flying totally blind. Though they were nowhere near as fertile as their father, all his girls laid the occasional egg or two, which may not sound like a lot, until one remembers that the exorcists numbered in the thousands. Suffice to say, there was certainly never a shortage of cracked eggs on the barrack floors. It got so bad at one point that Adam had to add ‘scrub yolks off floor’ to the cadets’ daily itinerary, where it remained to that very day.

The influx of eggs also came with an influx of mishaps. Abel may have had Adam beat when it came to laying the eggs, but Adam came out on top when it came to quickly and efficiently clearing up an egg bound birdie.

“Alright, route of least resistance first.” There weren't too many positives to this situation, but Adam could recognize a bone when the universe threw it to him. It was impossible to miss the outline of that egg as it unnaturally bulged from Abel's body. Adam looked around briefly before he grabbed a pillow from the other end of the couch. “You're gonna’ wanna’ bite down on that.”

“O-Okay,” Abel mumbled, weakly reaching for the pillow before pulling it close to his chest and clamping his teeth down around the edge. Even if it worked on the first try, it certainly wasn't going to feel like sunshine and rainbows.

Adam sat on the couch between Abel's legs and took a deep breath in, placing his thumbs at the outermost mass on Abel's pelvis. “I need you to start pushing now,” Adam asserted, flexing his thumbs until they snagged against the solid surface of the egg inside of him and applied all of the pressure downward.

Abel let out a guttural moan, his belly tensing as he obeyed Adam's instruction. Adam could see and feel him start to push, but the egg wouldn't budge.

“Keep going, keep going.” Adam moved his thumbs around, trying to reorient the egg to see if he could make it any easier to push through, but all that came of his efforts was a spurt of blood around the breeched egg. He'd at least expect all of that blood to do something in the way of lubrication, but Abel had no such luck. The egg hadn't budged even an inch, and Abel's tolerance was rapidly diminishing as the pillows stitching tore beneath his teeth and nails.

Adam tried to apply more pressure, but Abel's violent twitching made it hard for him to find purchase around the egg again, and that sheen of sweat on his skin certainly wasn't doing them any favors either. Adam's thumb suddenly slipped, and instead of pressing the egg down, he pressed it in.

Oh shit.

“S-Stop it!” Abel shrieked and thrashed his head. “Stop, stop it! Get– off of me!” Abel threw himself forward just to grab Adam's wrists and pull him off by force before he could even react. Adam used to think he was strong, but he was nothing compared to a mother hen in distress, and if not for the hand he slapped on the couch, he would've fallen face first onto the hardwood floor.

“Okay, okay!” Adam placated, palms raised in submission. “Alright, it's… it's really stuck in there,” he finally admitted. “I… Uh… Okay,” Adam sucked in a breath and cleared his head. Usually, the girls’ eggs only needed a gentle nudge in the right direction, but it was clear now that this particular case was way above his pay grade. “I'm gonna’ move you to the floor, and we're gonna try something else.”

Adam slowly pulled Abel off the couch as the boy groaned, his voice so small and fatigued. Just to be on the safer side, Adam undressed him while he could still tolerate standing upright to cool him down and avoid another… ahem… slip-up.

Abel rocked on his feet, face sunken in utter misery as he raised his hands over his head to allow the cloak to slide up and over his tired wings. Adam wrapped his arms around Abel's belly, sweeping him off his weary feet and pulling the boy into his chest. Abel melted into the embrace with a soft sigh, which made it all the easier for Adam to guide Abel onto his knees, cushioning them with the very pillow Abel had maimed not too long ago.

“You're gonna be’ okay, Mama,” Adam promised, head in the crook of Abel's neck as he planted a kiss on his shoulder. “This one is gonna’ be one badass motherfucker, huh?”

Abel let out a sweet little chuckle, music to Adam's ears after hearing nothing but agonized wails from the moment Abel stepped through the door. “She better be.”

Adam grunted and rolled his eyes. “Eugh… You'll give me a boy one day.” Adam gave Abel's chest a light squeeze, already engorged with the milk he'd use to feed the hatchlings, once they finally came out. Adam wasn't convinced at first that something so sickeningly sweet could possibly be good for the babies, but he couldn't deny the results.

“I already tried this,” Abel mumbled as Adam trailed a hand down his torso. “I-I couldn't… I can't–”

“Nonsense,” Adam responded. He caressed Abel's hard belly, hand continuing to meander until it settled between his legs. He was mindful not to press down too hard around the egg until his nimble fingers delicately pinched around Abel's tiny cock.

Even if it didn't help, per se, it couldn't hurt, either. A good orgasm always loosened the girls up and kept everything moving smoothly. Abel could certainly do with the extra lubrication, and Adam was sure he'd appreciate a little hit of endorphins to manage the pain.

Adam gripped Abel's cock between two fingers, too big to thumb, but too small for a full fist, and began to slowly stroke him. Abel let out an airy whimper as his head rolled back into Adam's shoulder.

“Good boy. Relax and let your old man take care of you.”

Abel fell into submission like it was second nature, limbs going limp as he quietly panted while Adam worked his cock.

Adam always hated how insistent the Seraphim were that they keep their activities private when it came to them so naturally. Something about the ‘optics’ of Adam leaving his wife for his son, and ‘21st century taboos’ on inbreeding. Where did they think Heaven's army came from, anyways? Did they think Adam was just going around and giving ribs away all willy-nilly? He only had twenty-two of those things left. Abel deserved just as much recognition for the role he played in keeping Heaven safe, and for the Seraphim to deny him that… it made Adam angry beyond belief. And for that, Adam made sure Abel knew how much he appreciated all he did, right in the face of a realm full of ingrates.

He knew how to drive Abel crazy like no other. Given Abel's condition, he was more limited in what could be done for him, but Adam still had access to all the important chords he really needed to make Abel sing. Abel rocked on his knees as Adam tugged his cock towards completion, his whole body shuddering against Adam's chest.

“Start pushing now. Don't overdo it,” Adam urged. With his free hand, he took a hold of Abel's and gave it a light squeeze.

Abel cried out, his whole body jolting as he started to push. Abel practically cut off the circulation in Adam's hand from how hard he gripped onto it, again trying in vain to push out the stubborn egg. Abel's belly curled inward, and he slumped into Adam's chest with a throaty cry.

“Easy does it. Are you close?” Adam asked, but he knew he didn't really need to. A fervent nod of Abel's head confirmed his suspicions. “Yeahh… Think about how fuckin’ awesome it's gonna’ feel once this little bastard is out of you.”

“Ooh… fuck. P-Please…!” Abel responded with an expectant trill. He got ahead of himself, and Adam could feel him try one last time to push the egg out to the rhythm of his hips as he rolled up into Adam's fingers, his legs quivering as he strained and bore down with all his remaining might.

“That's right, baby. I'm gonna’ treat you real nice later. You want that?” Adam lilted into Abel's ear and licked the sweat off his jaw. Abel's hips snapped forward desperately, the room filling with melodic pleas that sent all of Adam's blood straight to his dick. “You won't have to be empty for too long. I'll make sure all those little eggs inside of you are fertilized again when you wake up. You want that? You wanna' give me more baby birdies soon?”

“Y-Yes, yes! God–! D-Daddy–! Yes!” Abel wailed, his whole body going taut as he spasmed through his orgasm, his clit pulsing beneath Adam's fingertips. The frantic cries of a wounded animal mixed with the syrupy sweet moans of pure ecstacy shook the entire room, loud enough to shatter glass if Abel's voice wasn't so deep and sultry.

Their relationship was indeed a closely guarded secret between the two of them, the Seraphim, and now, all of Adam's nextdoor neighbors.

Abel breathed heavily, chest racked with silent, dazed sobs. With no time to lose, Adam scooped the boy up into his arms while he was still out of it to move him from the floor to the bedroom as painlessly as possible.

Time was of the absolute essence. Adam may not have known exactly how long Abel spent trying to deliver that egg himself, but he did know that he wouldn't be able to handle much more of this. He was getting tired. Adam lowered Abel onto the bed and maneuvered him up onto all fours, arms tangled together as Adam sat in front of him, leaning in like a football coach about to give his quarterback a pep talk.

“Almost over, alright? You're gonna’ be nice and wet and relaxed, and that egg is gonna’ slide outta’ you like butter. Just do what I say, alright?” Adam asked. Truth be told, he had no idea if his words held an ounce of truth to them, but Abel needed something to cling to right now.

“Okay. Okay,” Abel gasped. Poor kid, quivering like a leaf in Adam's grasp, barely able to keep his head up.

“Take a deep breath now. I'll do it with you. Ready?” Adam sucked in a big breath and held it in his lungs until Abel mimicked him, and when he blew out, so did Abel. “Good. One more.” Again, Abel copied his father's guided instruction. “Alright. Keep doing that, and on the count of three…” Adam leaned in, holding Abel's forehead up with his own and staring intensely into his eyes. “You're going to push like your fuckin’ life depends on it. Capiche?”

Abel wobbled on his knees as he bit down on his lip. If nothing else, at least he was still breathing.

“Count of three,” Adam reminded. “Start pushing. One… two…”

Abel gulped hard and verbalized his uncertainty through some kind of wordless whimper, but Adam hurtled forward regardless.

“Three!”

Abel's fingers dug into Adam's shoulders as he let out a guttural screech. Adam could feel his whole body strain up as he pushed and agonized and wailed through a pain that Adam couldn't imagine even if he wanted to.

“Keep going!” Adam pressed through Abel's sobs. “Come on! Don't stop now!” Abel screamed in Adam's face as his legs gave out under him. He grabbed onto Abel's wrists and threw them around his neck to keep him in the optimal birthing position, allowing Abel's legs to spread wider without him falling flat on his ass.

“F-Fuck y–ou!” Abel bellowed and dug his fingers into Adam's back so hard he could feel the hot sting of nail ripping through his nape. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! I-I’m never letting you do this to me ever again you fucking prick!”

“I know baby, I know. Just keep pushing!” Unwittingly or not, Abel obliged. He had no choice but to keep pushing, clutched onto Adam with a vice grip, face twisted in agony, tears endlessly streaming down his face. He strained so hard it gave his cheeks an aurescent glow and tore open the blood vessels in his nostrils, a steady stream of shimmering blood dripping down his face and into his mouth.

…It just wasn't enough. Abel had already exhausted so much of his energy trying to push that egg out… Adam wasn't sure he had it in him to push any harder, and if he did, would that even be enough?

The situation grew more dire with each passing moment that egg was allowed to stay inside of him. Abel was losing too much blood… too much hope. He could barely even keep his eyes open. He was still pushing, but there was no momentum behind it. He may as well have just been flexing his stomach muscles.

Adam had to do something. He couldn't just sit there and watch his kid kill himself over a genetic misfire.

Without a lick of hesitation, Adam placed one hand on Abel's back and the other directly adjacent over the egg before he harshly shoved his palm down into it.

Adam didn't know how to describe the sound that came out of Abel; a cross between a banshee’s shriek and the frantic cries of a coyote that just had its leg hacksawed off. He thrashed in a fruitless attempt at trying to escape Adam's iron grip over his abdomen, but there was nowhere for him to wriggle to. All he could do of substance was spit and choke curses out at him.

“Y–ou– fucking bastard! I'm gonna’ fucking kill you when this is over!” Abel shrieked. “Stop– STOP IT! Get off of me!” With an enraged howl, Abel full-sent his elbow into Adam’s face. Adam’s head snapped to the side, forced to release Abel's belly on impact as they were both knocked off balance. Adam held his palm on his face as Abel collapsed forward, gasping for air as he clutched around his belly. He kept trying to worm his way back up onto his knees, but he just couldn't make it.

Adam flexed his jaw and shook his head. It was a shame Abel never expressed any interest in joining the exorcists, because that kid knew how to pack a punch when he needed to. “Fuck, man. I’m sorry, Abel.” Adam rested a hand on Abel’s shoulder, and he either didn’t notice, or just didn’t have the strength to pick his head up and curse Adam out. “I… Didn't know what else to do.” Adam had chosen to take a gamble, and it fucked them both in the end. The egg was still firmly, hopelessly bound to him.

“I hate you,” Abel nipped.

Adam raised his hands up in faux defeat. “I know, I probably deserve it,” he said. Adam tried to keep up a jestful facade, but the truth was… this was eating him alive. Adam didn't like being wrong. He didn't like feeling helpless. He knew the dangers a bound egg posed, and it had already taken such a toll on Abel's body… How much more could it handle before it finally… gave out?

“I…” Abel started, his voice so tiny now that the adrenaline had worn off and left him a sad, sorry heap on the bed. “I’m sorry. I-I didn't mean–”

“Hey,” Adam swiftly sat at his side and helped Abel flip his tired body onto its back so that he could look his son in the eyes. “Don’t worry about me, alright? …How long did it take you to get here after this started?”

Abel sniffled and turned his head to the side, where it met the upturned palm of Adam's hand. “A… A few hours I thought I could do it. I thought… I was strong enough.” Adam frowned, thumbing tears from Abel's cheek. “I-I tried… so hard, f-for so long… But I couldn't do it. I can't do it.”

“No, Abel– dude– come on!” Adam begged. Dread crept up into his stomach and tied it into knots. “You can't just– Abel, that egg can't stay inside of you–!”

“There's nothing we can do anymore!” Abel snapped. His bottom lip quivered, and he let out a small cry from his throat that strangled Adam's lungs. “I… I just… Hope she'll be okay...”

Adam held Abel's face as he began to weep. He was too weak to lift himself up, so Adam scooped him up and sat him in his lap, holding Abel to his chest like he used to when he was a baby.

“Dad?” Abel mumbled.

“...Yeah?”

Abel shifted, resting his chin on Adam's chest while he looked up at him. “M-Maybe… Um…” Abel started with much hesitancy, like he was navigating through a minefield. “Once, I, uh… Pass out. Can you… make sure the Seraphim are gentle with her? If she's gonna be our last… I want her to be safe.”

Adam's mouth felt dry, the hole in his chest where his heart used to be replaced by a raging storm. For all the hardship that little brat put him through… Abel still prioritized its life over his own.

It made him angry.

“Dad?” Abel begged as frail fingers tugged on his shirt. “Please?”

Adam sucked on his teeth, slowly nodding his head. “...Alright.”

A relieved smile drew Abel's lips up before his head dropped like dead weight into Adam's sternum. Adam could feel Abel's shallow breaths on his chest, something he'd only ever felt once before and promised himself never to feel again.

Adam didn't care about that thing inside of him. He didn't care about Abel's insistence at punishing himself for something he had no control over. Abel may not have cared if he lived or died, but Adam wasn't going to sit by helplessly and feel the life leave his son's body a second time.

No…. That egg was coming out of him. And it was coming out now.

There was a simple solution sitting in the back of his mind, one that he'd tried not to call any attention to just for the sheer brutality of it. Abel had already suffered through so much that night, and for it to all be for nothing in the end… it'd crush him. But if the alternative was to throw his life away… Well, suddenly Adam didn't need to feel too bad about what was about to happen.

If one of them was going to die that night, Adam was going to make sure it wasn't Abel.

Abel still couldn't comfortably close his legs around the egg, which only made things easier for Adam. He placed his hand over the tumorous egg disfiguring Abel's midsection and very deliberately applied a pressure that made Abel squirm as he sized it up.

“Hey, Abel?” Adam asked.

“O-Oww… Y… Yeah?”

“You may not believe it now, but I will actually be sorry for this later.”

Abel squeaked, brows furrowing together as he opened his mouth to formulate a response, but Adam robbed him of the opportunity. With a closed fist, Adam reeled his arm back and sent it hurtling into the egg– into Abel's stomach.

Crack.

Abel’s mouth opened like he was going to scream, but the only sound that came out was a strangled gurgle before he turned his head to the side and puked up bile. Then… that haunting shriek came out of him again as he looked between his legs in terror, belly visibly deflating alongside a clear, liquidy ooze puddling beneath his cunt.

Adam lowered Abel back down onto the bed, mindful not to drop him into his own vomit.

“Sorry, kid. You're not pussying your way out of this one.” Adam positioned himself between Abel's limp, trembling legs. “But you're out of your fucking mind if you thought you were going to come here just to die.”

Fully in the throes of shock, Abel had nothing left in him with which to fight back. When Adam pressed his palm into the shattered egg beneath the surface of Abel's skin, all he could do was weep. This time, Abel's pelvis gave way to soft, fatty tissue as more and more of the carnage was squeezed out of him, the eggshell slowly breaking down and coming out with the rest of it.

“Wh-Why…!?” Abel sobbed. His arms flailed uselessly, too exhausted to even grip onto the sheets, let alone lift them an inch off the bed.

“Because, you are more important to me than this little freakshow,” Adam said as he continued to force all the matter out of Abel's spent pussy, completely detaching himself from Abel's pathetic whimpers. “You think I'm just gonna’ let you die and leave me to deal with a thousand grieving twerps all crying for Mommy when they realize why they never get any new sisters anymore?”

“S-Stop it, please, stop…” Abel pleaded with him. “M-My babies… My poor babies…”

As Abel's midsection slowly returned to a normal size, a picture of what had happened inside of him was painted in the blood and guts between his legs. It wasn't just one little freakshow that almost did him in; It was three. Three eggs fused together in utero, three tiny, mangled bodies mixed into a mire of bloody slime, popped yolks and shards of eggshell that never stood a chance against the brute force of Adam's fist…

And even if they did, Adam wasn't convinced that they deserved it. Nobody who hurt his son deserved to breathe the same air as he did.

“They were never going to make it either way,” Adam coldly informed him. “You were going to kill yourself for nothing.”

Slowly, Adam cleared the viscera out of him bit by bit, reaching down to usher small bits of eggshell out of his gaped hole. Notably, once Abel's hysterics quieted, he had nothing more to say in protest.

“I told you it would feel good once it was out,” Adam snarked, giving Abel's cheek a poke while he was still too drowsy to bite his finger off.

Abel laid on the bed in stupefied silence, his face totally blank. If not for the characteristic rise and fall of his chest, Adam would think he really was dead, which was still a very real possibility. Getting the egg out was only half the battle. Now, he had to make sure Abel's heart didn't give out. He'd lost a significant amount of blood and fluids already, and even then he could still be bleeding. Adam had to get something inside of him to replenish his energy, and he had to do it fast.

…What better way than with some scrambled eggs? Two birds, one stone.

From the gory pile between Abel's legs, Adam plucked up one of the tiny, malformed bodies. It was so delicate that it fell apart like a slow cooked rib as Adam sliced it half with his fingernail, dividing it up into small, easily swallowed chunks.

He lifted Abel's back off the bed and held his hand up to the boy's mouth, nudging his bottom lip until it parted for him. As soon as Abel felt that soft flesh on his tongue, he gagged and tried to shake Adam off of him in whatever sluggish manner he could.

“N-No, I can’t–”

“I don’t fucking care. You need to eat.” Adam all but pried Abel’s jaw open and shoved the flesh into his mouth and closed it back up to keep him from spitting it out. His patience in this situation had just about worn through completely, and if he was going to be the only one of them to take it seriously, then he'd do whatever necessary to make sure what needed to get done, got done.

Abel let out a sorry plea, but Adam ignored it. He puffed his cheeks up like he was going to vomit, but he didn't make any sound that would indicate he was about to. In fact, just moments later… he began to chew. Perhaps reluctantly at first, but once he swallowed… He parted his lips again for more.

Adam laid another small chunk onto Abel’s tongue and he slurped it down like cubed jello, and once he was done with that, he grabbed the remaining half of the fetus out of Adam’s hands and shoveled it into his mouth.

“Heh, slow down before you– shit–!”

Abel suddenly shoved Adam out of his way, diving onto the bed to ravenously scour for another morsel. He grabbed the second underdeveloped fetus with his teeth before ripping it apart with an animalistic growl, licking the bed clean of the blood and slurry it laid in. It wasn’t long before he found the last one, practically inhaling and swallowing it whole without even chewing. He grabbed big chunks of eggshell and slurped up all the liquid in them before tossing them aside, and in his fervor he completely forwent that step with the next one and threw it all into his mouth at once, swallowing the crunched up eggshell with the rest of the sludge.

Adam felt his cock pulse in his boxers.

By the time the feast was complete, Abel was a mess. The blood of his young stained his darkened hands, radiant yellow twinkling against the pitch blackness of the original sin Adam passed down to him. Blood dripped from his nose and his mouth and between his legs as his whole body trembled, and even then he still wasn't satisfied, sucking whatever his tongue could taste right off his fingers.

Adam wondered how many times he had done this before; cannibalizing a botched egg. He always just assumed Abel couldn't lay a bum egg… had that been what he was up to this whole time? Is that why he was so insistent that Adam not disturb him until after the eggs hatched? Was he ashamed of the depths that pure, animalistic instinct drove him to?

“Fuck that is hot…” Adam muttered under his breath.

Abel looked up at him, and judging by that look in his eye, he must've forgotten all about Adam's presence in the bed. Or maybe he just didn't recognize him. Fury poisoned his gaze, knitting his brows together as his pupils dilated. One minute he was hunched over the wet smears on the bed, and the next, he was at Adam's throat.

“You… Fucking asshole!” Abel howled, wings flared behind him to make himself look bigger. “Look what you did to them! You did this! I told you to save them!”

It was only after the initial shock of the collision that Adam felt a sharp pain erupt from the corner of his mouth where Abel struck him. He came back to his senses with Abel on top of him, spitting rage and both hands wrapped around his throat. Abel was trying to kill him! The nerve!

Adam had never been more turned on by anything his entire life. He knew that hormone storm could make Abel feisty, but he had no idea just how crazed he could get. He's never seen anything like it. Abel had nowhere near this much ferocity once the fledgelings flew the nest.

He let out a low, strangled chuckle and let Abel have his fun while he still could. Adam had no doubt that all the instinct in Abel's nature screamed for him to kill his father, and it was a real shame that it couldn't actually teach him how to do it. If only Abel moved one of his thumbs a few centimeters to the side, he could at least go for the windpipe.

Abel let out a startled gasp when Adam grabbed his wrists and wrenched them off of his neck like they were made of flimsy, wet paper.

“Careful, Mama bear. You might hurt yourself.” With that, Adam lunged. Abel may have been emboldened by the little energy boost, but he was still nowhere near strong enough to put up a real fight once Adam threw his hat in the ring.

Abel's teeth gnashed as Adam wrestled him onto his stomach, feathers flying and droplets of blood spraying from the gash Abel's fist put on his lip. Abel's screams sounded less human and more beastly; a scared bird twittering for its life in the cat's mouth, except this little birdie must've been a bellbird.

The archangel pinned both of Abel's wrists to the bed as he pulled his cock out of his boxers and lined it up with Abel's pussy. At the very least, Abel wouldn't be needing any lube. His cunt was completely gaped and soaked to the bone in blood and slick from his orgasm.

Adam shoved his cock against Abel's hole, and the boy let out a crazed howl, thrashing and fisting the sheets as Adam plunged into him. Adam let out a groan as tiny shards of eggshell still stuck to the walls of Abel's cunt scraped against his cock like sandpaper.

“Not so tough now, are you?” Adam taunted. Abel tried to kick his legs to squirm free, but Adam hooked an arm around his torso to keep him in place. Abel let out a venomous grumble, muffled in a way that made Adam assume he was biting onto the sheets as he drilled into him. Skin slapped against skin, Adam lifted Abel's ass up into the air and lowered himself just above Abel's ear.

“Yeah, that's right. You gotta’ live to give me– hrk– more of those little beauties,” Adam smirked, burying his nose in Abel's sweaty hair and inhaling deeply. “That's all you're good for, anyway– ACK!”

Even in such a compromised state, Abel still found one last way to resist, dropping his head in an act of submission before abruptly sending it back up and headbutting Adam right in the face. Adam reeled, bringing his hand up to his face and wiping his nose with the back of his hand, which was now smeared with fresh blood. Adam stared in stunned disbelief, something very dark, very dangerous flaring up inside of him. For the first time that night, Adam truly did understand what untamed instinct could do to a man.

“You know… I think it's about time you learned your place on this food chain.”

Adam grabbed a fistful of Abel's hair and shoved his face into the mattress, crushing the boy under his weight. Abel again tried in one last fruitless attempt to fight back, waving his now freed fists around to try and strike Adam, wings flailing uselessly under his chest, but it was no use, over as quickly as it began once Adam sank his teeth into Abel's nape.

Abel spasmed under him and let out a sharp gasp, arms going limp over his head as Adam pounded into his dilated womb. There was never any doubt that Abel would be fertilized again by the end of the week, but this certainly sped things up.

Adam growled and shook his head like a cat trying to break its prey’s neck, and Abel was helpless to stop him. Poor old Abel couldn't even clench down around Adam's cock anymore as he wildly thrusted into him with such a ferocity that Adam could feel the bedframe quake beneath them.

Adam let out a groan, snuck up on by an orgasm he became blind to, totally fixated on the limp corpse of a boy beneath him. Teeth tore through the surface of Abel's skin as Adam painted the golden walls of Abel's pussy with his spend. Beads of drool leaked from his mouth at the mere thought of all that seed dripping into Abel's open womb and fertilizing the next clutch of eggs right then and there.

Adam released Abel's neck, allowing his body to drop unceremoniously onto the mattress after the successful conquest came to an end. Adam's cock throbbed, covered in blood that very well could've been his own, but the thrill of the hunt beating through his veins numbed the pain of having his cock shredded by eggshells… for now, at least. The pleasure extended far beyond the climactic release in the form of seeing Abel clutch onto the mattress, bloody and beaten down, knowing that he only took solace in the respite because Adam let him… knowing that he could take it from him at any moment, and Abel would be powerless to stop him…

But he wouldn't.

In fact, it was Adam who dragged himself up to get a warm, wet towel to clean Abel off. It was Adam who pulled the soiled sheets out from under him to replace with clean ones. It was Adam who surrounded Abel in plush pillows and loose clothing to emulate the nest Adam knew he'd rather be curled up in right now.

And finally, it was Adam who crawled into bed beside him before throwing a warm blanket over their heads. Abel always demanded complete darkness when he was in the nest, and who would Adam be to deny him that simple comfort?

Adam draped an arm over Abel and pulled him close. Abel let out a small whimper, but the gesture wasn't rejected, he extended his neck to the side, welcoming Adam to pepper sweet kisses along his jaw. Abel's heart beat steadily beneath his forearm where it laid against the soft skin of his son's plump chest, finally calming down from the ordeal. Adam folded one of his wings over Abel's body while the boy began to drift off.

But then… Abel began to squirm. At first he assumed Abel was just trying to get comfortable so he could finally rest, but then he started to whine, clutching onto Adam's arm and moving it to his stomach.

“Cramps?” Adam asked.

Abel nodded his head with a sharp inhale that tapered off into a sob. His belly curled inward, and Adam began to slowly massage two of his fingers into Abel's womb. There, he felt something round and hard snag his fingertips. Adam's eyebrows lifted at the realization. No wonder Abel was getting so fussy… there was another egg in there that he couldn't push out.

This time, when Adam pressed his palm into Abel's belly, he didn't scream or try to fight him off. He let it happen. He let Adam lift one of his legs as he continued to push the egg downward until it finally popped out of his birthing canal and landed on the bed, cleaning out some of the blood and gunk left inside of Abel on its way out.

“Check that shit out, Mama,” Adam cooed, scooping up the egg and bringing it to Abel's chest. “That's a future badass right there if I've ever seen one.”

Abel's arms moved before his eyes and held the egg to his bosom instinctively. “There… ‘Nother one?” Abel murmured. He was so exhausted he sounded drunk.

Adam chuckled. “Hell yeah there is. No way you were leaving tonight empty-nested.”

Abel hummed with fatigued delight, folding one of his wings over his torso to trap the heat against his chest. Though they had started chest-to-back, it didn't take long for Abel to fidget himself onto his other side, cocooning their egg between them while rested atop Adam's wing.

Abel looked totally exhausted. He was barely keeping his eyes open, but he was too fixated on the egg to fully close them. When Adam looked into his eyes, he mustered up a small smile for him, as if to let Adam know that he was still okay, but even that was flimsy at best. He couldn't even flex the muscles in his face for very long before it vanished.

Abel's face fell as a contemplative silence settled between them. Adam's focus remained solely on Abel's face, drooping eyelids and the golden dusting on his cheeks, watching his face slowly shift as he prepared to speak.

“Can I name this one?” Abel asked.

Usually, he never cared enough to take up the task. Abel laid the eggs, hatched the eggs and watched over the hatchlings until they could fly, and then Adam took them, named them and turned them into the killer femme fatales the exorcists were. Abel was a true birdie at heart, once they flew the nest, they were on their own, and there was never any need for him to worry about them again. He never expressed any interest in naming one. Perhaps because he never grew so attached.

“Sure. Just don't make it stupid or gay.”

“I don't want it to be vulgar,” Abel said, immediately discerning what Adam really meant. “I want it to be something nice… something sweet…”

Adam pursed his lips and gave it a good think over. “Music is pretty sweet, right?”

Abel pondered for a moment before he hummed in agreement. “Yeah… Melody, maybe?” Abel's lip curled before he shook his head. “Too babyish. Lyre? Oh, but I wouldn't want anyone accusing her of anything…. Viola? Would people know I'm talking about the instrument? Nafir? Pian…y?”

“Lute?” Adam suggested, following along the natural progression of Abel's thought process. If he was going to name it something lame, then Adam may as well get his two cents in. He was a strings guy at heart, but he had a feeling Abel wouldn't agree to something like ‘Electric Guitar’.

“Lute,” Abel repeated, tilting his head with a small grin on his face. “‘s cute…”

“Nice rhymes, kid,” Adam said, cuddling Abel into his chest and adding an extra layer of protection over their egg. “Why don't you try and get some rest now? I'll make sure baby Lute here stays right where she's at, safe and sound.”

Adam gently pet the top of Abel's head, and the boy hummed in approval, finally allowing his head to relax on Adam's shoulder. It didn't take very long at all for Adam to hear the soft, euphonic snores of well-deserved slumber from Abel's lips. He took one more glance down at the egg that protected a still developing Lute, leaning down to speak directly to it.

“You better not be a fuckin’ shithead when you grow up or I swear,” Adam hissed, returning his head to the mattress to watch over Abel as he peacefully slept the rest of the day away.

Adam would enjoy the domesticity while it lasted, because once morning came and Abel woke up blindingly sore, he was going to cut Adam's cock off.