I Reincarnated into a GOAT?

Adopted Daughter

Nate and Tate arrive first, both carrying a petite Fae in their arms. I can see them sleeping, as the mate marks on their necks. Second by second my generals arrive, all with sleeping Fae, except for Akron. 

It has not been three days yet, and his transformation from a Bone Demon to a Bone Dragon will not only benefit him, but myself as well. How cool would it be to fly in on a dragon. Damn cool, that's what. 

“Are these the only Fae you marked as mates?” I ask them. I notice that Nate and Tate’s brides look like fresh marks. As in, it just happened when I told them to bring me someone.

Asshats weren’t going to do anything but mate them. I pass them an image of ‘Buttercup’ and her status as my newest Bride. I watch as their eyes get big. I then send them an image of Brandon and what he told me, and what I observed from his memories.

I then showed them the images from the little Fae, the fcking fifteen year old Fae child. I then pass on the command to find out if any other underage Fae somehow made it through the spell, and if they did to bring them to me.

“Now, for what you were called for. Brandon! Get out here.” I watched the male Fae walk out. His demeanor was a bit cocky, like a strutting rooster, but that was to compensate for the fear he was trying to hide. 

If I wasn’t me, I would have bought his act. But, I am me. 

My generals tense up, buying his act.

“This is my newest brother in law, ‘Buttercups’ brother. He wants to join my inner guards and protect his sister. What I want is for you to assess and test him. I also want you to do the same for his four soldiers. If he passes, I want him to know that he is not only protecting his sister, he and MY men will be responsible for all my Brides and my cambiens.” I will break this idea that these Fae are his soldiers. If they pass, they will be my soldiers.

“I also need you to find five demonesses, without mates. They will serve as my cambiens protectors and the Fae, if they pass, mates. Make sure you first find demonesses for my spawn. Once they fit the criteria for that, then reassess if they will be willing mates. 

I know that several females have asked for protection, look at them first. Those who don’t pass, find them demon mates. Before you do all that, take your mates back home.” I am about to turn around when Kyle finally speaks up. 

“My Liege, may I ask who is the little Fae crawling all over your shoulders and head? She is fearless.” I finally get why my generals are looking at me with such strange expressions.

“Ah, you're right, she is fearless! She is my newly adopted daughter” I answered, and also made up my mind on the spot. I have felt too much of an attachment to the precocious child to hand her off to someone else as I had originally, sort of, planned. 

I walked back into my bedroom, wondering how well she would be playing with my spawn once they were born. I need to transport a polaroid camera to his dimension with a lot of film. Once the thought occurred, the camera and film landed in my hands. 

Hmmm...Strange. Usually I would need to cast or chant. I picked the little one from my horns, her grubby little hands like a sucker fish refusing to be removed! I finally got her free and looked at her, really looked. 

I delved into her mind and subconscious. I watched as her eyes drifted shut and her breathing evened out. I guess she liked the sensation.

I also learned that this little bit is an empath, a powerful empath. Not only is she an empath, but she can borrow others powers, which she did when I thought of the camera. But instead of chants or spells, she just took the magic and made it her own.

My adopted daughter is truly amazing.

I found Coral watching me, her face frozen as, I am sure, it looked like I was acting odd holding the Fae child.

“I’m practicing,” I told her. She rolled her eyes and walked over to me, climbed up my body so that she could look down at the sleeping child.

“I heard you tell those demons that she is your adopted child. I will watch over her and keep her safe.” Her soothing voice did not have any hidden meaning. Coral was probably the most easy going of my Brides. She always observed the whole demon, body language, facial expressions and voice octaves. She took in the words too, but she knew words could be lies. 

With her observation skills, she already comprehended how much this little girl was already a part of my...plans.

“She is powerful. She is an empath and a stealer. Provide her a new name, a demon name, for her new life,” I told her, handing Coral the sleeping child. She crawled down my body holding the young one gently in her arms.

If you ever want to see a demoness show kindness or any form of caring, hand them a baby. 

The transformation is instantaneous. 

I wonder if my other Brides will want to claim the little one as well. I guess it should be fine, I mean, we will have our own spawns soon. The little curses will add a lot of drama and change our lives completely. I can’t even imagine all the little curses running and frolicking around. I didn’t have any litter mates, but I remember not having any control over my body. I can’t imagine how active the they will be! 

Add in the Fae child to the mix...maybe five demoness and one fifteen-year old Fae will not be enough...Even with my Brides...shite! Should I ask my soldiers to find more? Hell if I want even more people coming in and out of my bedroom.

I didn’t ask for all my brides to get pregnant, and some with several spawns!

I decide to lay down next to ‘Buttercup’ and watch her sleep. She makes me tense but relaxed too. I don’t know how long her mating mark will keep her sleeping. She is not a demon, and even my Brides all differed in their evolution. 

This little Fae’s future was completely up in the air. I’m clueless!