The 13th child, as it says is about a woman who gives birth to her 13th child and an unknown 14th, dying during child birth. She gives birth to a demon child, but this story will not be religious in anyway. It will, however, have religious elements to it, but won't be completely religious. Taking place in modern times.
Introduction
Mary Beth was panting like a dog after a mile run, her stomach bigger than most, she knew something was wrong with this child. The priest stood by her bedside. Priests weren't normally part of the birthing process, but Mary was a religious nut. The Priest was shaking for he knew nothing of this sort of birth. Mary screamed bloody murder as her stomach appeared to be bubbling, causing the midwife to rip off the blanket that was concealing her giant belly. The bubbling started as a normal, slow bubble and began to grow stronger until a finger ripped through the womb and flesh of the mother. The priest and midwife looked in horror.
"Oh my heavens! Mary Beth, your child..." the midwife shrieked before fainting. No one could do anything but watch as Mary's stomach bubbled and suddenly ripped open, the tearing of the flesh and screams of the two children which ripped from the womb, breaking her ribs, causing more blood to spill out onto the floor. One child sat up in the blood and remains of his now dead mother, and the other fell onto the floor beside their dead mother.
The father entered the room, seeing his dead wife, he couldn't stand the sight, tears welled up in his green eyes, letting a few tears fall, he fell to his knees and wept. After about five minutes he wiped the tears, and went to find a container, after finding a cage, he quickly picked up the twins, one by one using their tail and shoved them in the cage, putting a blanket over the cage, and walked out, bringing the cage with him, "Father, I presume you know what to do now" he asked without looking back, knowing that his kids were all at school, made moving to a new home easier.
In their new home, Archer bought a queen sized bed, just big enough for him. The kids were all happy to be in their own rooms, instead of having five kids in a room. The demon twins were in their own box, big enough for two great danes, strong enough for a bull down in the basement.
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