Weirdly

Jollus stood below his female captive, having had to adjust her on the bed so that she could safely give birth. Making sure the fishing net that kept her bound was loose enough to allow her body to go through the contractions that having eggs come out of her would cause. He even removed her gag, as she would need to be able to breathe as deeply as possible.

Though Jollus found he was quickly punished for such an action. "The empire smites you! You heretic filth you shall burn for the rest of eternity!" Agnissa roared once again as she was hit by contractions. Jollus found that as soon as his sister captive could let out more than a muffled groan, she immediately began to vomit strings of curses, damning him to eternal torment.

So he has to deal with such lovely encouragement. Well, he waited for the eggs to come, and they finally did as the sister let out a scream and began to lay egg after egg; they were relatively small, about the size of his fist. Jollus ended up having to catch twenty eggs in all, quickly bringing them safely to the mud nest as the exhausted sister looked at the eggs she just had in a mixture of rage and hatred.

Now that she had laid the eggs and was exhausted, Jollus immediately set to redoing the binding of the net, making sure it was tight, and regaling her so he wouldn't have to have another tirade about her hatred of him and wish for his **** when she regained her strength. He laid their a moment his back against the wall as he stated at the twenty strange eggs he had gathered by the will of the idol.

They were strange, as they were regular in the fact that they had soft shells as any egg would have, but they were irregular in their color. As the eggs had a split of different colors, one was blood red, the other was ash black. If this was a reminder of what he had once been a part of the war of genocide to the race whose name is forgotten or something else, Jollus wasn't sure.

Though he did now one thing, these twenty eggs heralded the start of something he couldn't begin to speculate on as whatever was going on was already becoming more complex than he could have come up with. As he had been following orders most of the time, not really a thinker was Jollus, so he wasn't really sure how to figure out what impregnating one sister with twenty reptile eggs would really be doing for besides some form of twisted ****.

Though that's why the idol was the one in charge and not him, as it would show him the path to redemption to making amends with the race he had betrayed and slain all those years ago by joining the deceiver's grand lie of a crusade. Jollus thought to himself as he began to fall asleep. The last thing he saw before his eyes closed shut was the mud nest where the eggs lay.

Both the old soldier and his captive battle sister found themselves asleep in the cabin, exhausted from the day's events. Meanwhile, an idol of scales and lizards skulls glowed in a murky green light before it spoke. "Yes, this is the first clutch, the first of many; soon we have enough for what is to come." The voice of the idol said to itself in a voice sounding of hundreds of bones grinding each other down.

Mean while deeper in the swamp, a search party that had been searching for their missing sister would find her blade and soon be set upon by the shredded beard. Taking a few of its tentacles before it hid beneath the murky depths of the swamp. The search party would call upon their fellow battle sisters to help them exterminate these men eaters of the swamp.

Though Jollus would not find out of his plan to cover his track with a beast's natural predatory instinct had backfired quite so spectulary until later. As it would cause more sisters to come exploring the swamp depths for the heads of the shredded beard to prove they had slain enemies of humanity and were therefore devout followers.