The child was about nine years old, female and Hijin. She came from a rich, but nasty family and had run away from home, all the way to Tara... Only to collide straight into Enfys and Tiken. Enfys, feeling a bit guilty, told herself that the sacrifice was for the greater good and punched the child to the ground, pulling a knife on her. She came quietly and did as she was told. Enfys left her gagged and bound to a support beam in the basement before leaving.

Just to be sure about what age bracket that thing wanted she went to a park with a reputation for disappearances and grabbed a teenager stupidly taking a shortcut through the park. With a knife to her throat and a hand over her mouth the girl was dragged away from the main path.

Standing over the Impure adolescent female Tiken realized that his Mother/Queen had imprinted what she wanted on to the Sacrificer. Staring at it impassively he said, “One more.”

The less interaction he had with these things the better. They were Impure and the Impure were to be eradicated as the unnatural things not made in the Pure that they were. Until there was only the Pure left their mission would never end. Tiken watched as the Sacrificer's jaw clenched and he felt a small thrill at it's discomfort and pain, knowing full well that it would do as it was told.

The Impure should suffer; they deserve it. Unnatural things should only know pain. Writhe for me.

The Sacrificer nodded and said, “Take her feet- Ankles.” It quickly corrected, “Grab her ankles; I don't want her makin-”

“Êǐ!ǩ.” Tiken said to the adolescent and it slumped, unconscious.

The word had a very short pronunciation; 'eh' followed by a sound somewhere between 'k' and a click. It meant 'sleep' in his language and carried enough power that he nearly had to drag the Scarificer as well. Surprisingly, it caught itself, shook off the effects and kept it's grip on the adolescent.

That could be a problem. He thought as he picked up the younger thing's ankles.

They made their way to the vehicle, the Sacrificer awkwardly making it's way through the underbrush backwards. It took about five minutes and, somehow, none of the other Impure things noticed, but he still felt his skin crawling with their presence and proximity.

They drove through the giant Nest of Impure and back to the Sacrificer's personal residence in complete silence. He wanted to tear his skin off to remove the feeling of the Impure's presence, but knew that he had to endure it for Mother/Queen's sake.

They tied the adolescent to the support beam, then returned to hunting and found the last one with little difficulty; it was 'jogging' at night, along a quiet road. Easy pickings. Tiken Commanded it to sleep the thing immediately and obediently fell to the ground unconscious. That one was put in the back seat and taken back to the Sacrificer's place where it was bound to the support beam with the other two.

The Sacrificer wasted no time in drawing the magic circle under Tiken's watchful eye; he intended to possibly use the knowledge to bring Mother/Queen to wherever she wanted.

This time, instead of a bear, it killed a buck, grabbed the heart by plunging it's hands in under the lungs and cutting the heart free. Placing it in the circle Tiken listened carefully as the Impure recited the spell drove a knife into the organ.

All five of them appeared in the Mother/Queen's chamber again and the Vos Queen's laughter rang through there minds. Tiken grabbed the Sacrificer by the arm.

“Repeat the spell in one year and a day.” He ordered it, “You will have your... 'Help'.”

Eiken sliced open the brood sack and let the Impure infants fall to the floor. Some of them showed Pure characteristics, but they were severely malformed.

“Impure genetics can make naught but unnatural things it seems.” He commented to Mother/Queen.

“Now, now... No need to cut open Tiken's wounds." Mother/Queen chided.

Tiken's expression hardened. He knew where he came from; they never let him forget. He was Almost Pure. Born to serve as his Mother/Queen's agent amongst the Impure he had been made to look like them. Because of this, though his genetics were Pure, his appearance put the validity of that into question and Eiken never failed to remind him of it.

Mother/Queen gracefully slipped a long, delicate limb through the membrane of her incubation chamber and delicately moved the infants reaching for her aside until a small Impure looking female gasped for breath and started wailing loudly.

“Thunder.” Mother/Queen said, languidly retracting her limb back into her incubator, much to Tiken's mild dismay at the removal of her beaty from his sight.

That one is one of the Named? He thought, stomach roiling queasily.

“Yes Mother/Queen.” Eiken obediently replied, picking the infant up gently and carrying it over to a Caregiver, warning them that the Infant was Named.

“Are there any others?” Eiken asked.

“No.” She answered, then curled up, turning away from them.

Understanding the dismissal they all left, abandoning the other infants for Mother/Queen to eat at her leisure.

The named infant had been made by Mother/Queen via extracting one of the Impure's ova and combining them with sperm from Eiken ('second blood'). She was the only successfully made blend that wasn't malformed thus far. Tiken assumed that was why Eiken's steps were light.

Eiken led the Caregiver, with Tiken distractedly following behind, to the adult Impure's holding chamber, then paused and said with a sly smile to Tiken, “I would suggest that you leave... Unless you wish to see a naked Impure female?”

Affronted at such a disgusting suggestion Tiken spun on his heel and left. Eiken watched him leave with a neutral expression before opening the chamber the adult was being stored in and catching her as she tried to escape out into the corridor. The female remained fully clothed and clean. To those who asked he told them that it gave the Caregivers something to do and that he needed her healthy to survive the experiments. He dragged her back into the chamber as she fought him, screaming ferociously. The Caregiver silently followed him into the chamber, the child still wailing. 

The Caregiver keyed the door shut.

Eiken grabbed the adult female by the face and looked her in the eye.

“Feed it if you wish to live.” He ordered, tone hard.

“I-I can't-” She stuttered.

“The injections that I've been giving you for the last few weeks begs to differ. You have milk. Feed it.” He told her.

The development of the infants had been accelerated per Mother/Queen's orders, resulting in the malformities of the others. He had known that only one of them would be viable, but would need milk. However, explaining how he knew that would have marked him as an Impure. His real Mother/Queen had been made by a Demon Star that had willed her into existence to try and divert the Pure's path away from purifying the cosmos of it's taint.

Would that she had succeeded.

He sought to correct the Pure's course via genetics, but so far had no luck. He had even tried to make Tiken more like the Nyaka, only for it to backfire so badly that his own creation had earned the 'First Blood' name, leaving himself demoted to the 'Second Blood' name.

For now, he was going to try and alter these Naran females into Queens and Sub Queens to replace the current, Malignant Mother/Queen. Regardless of what happened to him his Mother/Queen's mission would not be over until he either died, or succeeded.