Mate of the Tsatrya

The Legend of the Archangel and the High Consort



Thousands of years ago during an age of chaos, Heaven's archangels came down to Earth to aid Mankind in defending themselves against creatures that had escaped when a negligent guard allowed the gates of Hell to open. By the time the archangels arrived, demons had already decimated the human race, unleashing their sadistic pleasures after millenniums of imprisonment. The archangels were confident of winning, but it would be a hard won battle with many casualties since they were fighting against demons that could reproduce at an alarming rate. In less than three months, the army of demons had tripled. It was then one of the archangels came up with a plan to approach the Demon King for aid in subduing his subordinates. Everyone agreed to the proposal, but none of the archangels wanted to be the one to negotiate terms with the Demon King who was known for his volatile temper. Eventually, straws were drawn and the unlucky archangel with the shortest straw was sent to Hell.



Things proceeded smoothly for the diplomatic archangel who often played peacemaker amongst his other brothers. And on the last day, the archangel was on his way to convey the good news of promised help from the Demon King and his army of formidable soldiers. But as fate would have it, before he could leave Hell, the archangel met with a beautiful creature who enchanted him to the point he would forget his vow of chastity. He never knew the beautiful creature whom he had released his seed into was the High Consort of the Demon King. And certainly did he not know their union had spawned a son.



Not wanting to risk the wrath of the Demon King, the High Consort went into hiding and gave birth to a beautiful baby boy with jet-black hair and golden eyes. After the war ceased and all errant demons were either perished or dragged reluctantly back to Hell, the High Consort brought the baby boy down to Earth and placed him in the care of two loyal servant demons. They were ordered to stay with the boy till he had learned to fend for himself. The High Consort returned to Hell and the portal closed soon after. The archangel who became a father was none the wiser and returned with his brothers to Heaven. The golden-eyed boy remained on Earth, unaware of his parentage and later growing up to be the first King of the race he himself named, Tsatrya.



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Chapter 1



New World: Continent of Asysion



"Are you going for the Event next week, Archie?" Jess asked, his sea green eyes sparkling with excitement. Joseph Archer, or Archie as his best friend liked to call him because of his last name, tried not to roll his eyes. There was no doubt as to what event Jess was referring to. The Event occurred biannually. The Event being what Joseph liked to call the Tsatrya-Human-Social-Experiment program where humans and Tsatryas alike pretended they had something in common with each other and attempted to socialise.



More than a couple centuries had passed before the Tsatrya race managed to integrate successfully into human society. The age of fear had long ceased, but humans were still wary of the almost immortal-like creatures ruling the New World. Almost immortal, since Tsatryas apparently do die of old age (a Council member recently died before reaching his eight hundredth birthday) or when their heads are decapitated entirely from their body. Although the chance of the latter happening was really a minute one as you would need to catch a Tsatrya off guard first, which is near impossible with their super strength and speed. It was fortunate Tsatryas didn't reproduce easily or else the New World would be densely populated by the time his great-grandchildren graced the planet with their presence.



"No. I've got an essay to finish," Joseph said. He didn't need to inform Jess the submission date was sometime in the next two months.



"But you have to come! Come on. A whole bunch of Tsatryas in a room! It would be like so hot!" Jess exclaimed with a sigh towards the end. Jess Roux, his best friend since they bonded over shared peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in kindergarten, had a romanticised notion of Tsatryas. Joseph didn't know when Jess's obsession with anything Tsatrya-related started and why, but since about two years ago, Jess went to every single Event. Joseph secretly thought he had a crush on one of the Tsatryas on the Council, but he never called his friend on it.



"Precisely why I don't want to go, Jess. The place will be filled with pheromones. From Tsatryas to aspiring women and men who want to get into their pants. I really have better things to do." Even Joseph was not immune to their charms. And he was most definitely straight, or so he had thought. But that was before a past incident where Joseph came to the realisation that he could like cock as much as the next gay.



"You're scared one Tsatrya will turn you to the other side, aren't you?" Jess teased.



"If I were afraid of that I would have stopped being friends with you." Joseph rolled his eyes, looking at his flamboyant, gay best friend with his perfectly coiffed chestnut brown hair, currently dressed in sparkly, bell-bottom pants and a tight silver mesh shirt.



"Yeah but I am not a Tsatrya." Jess laughed before adding, "But seriously Archie, what if you are a Tsatrya's mate? Don't you want to find out? You will never know if you don't come to one of the Events and--"



"No, just no, okay, Jess."



"Sheesh, you make it sound like it's a bad thing. But imagine getting into bed with one of them hot Tsatryas." Jess's eyes glazed a little, his face flushing slightly.



"Precisely, Jess. Tsatrya. Male. I prefer the ladies most days," Joseph said. Tsatrya males could mate with each other, though a Tsatrya male had only successfully carried a child to full term twice. It was generally easier for the human females to carry a Tsatrya's baby due to the existence of a womb. No matter how highly evolved the Tsatrya males' reproductive system had become, they still lacked the enduring features of the uterus; the foetus obtaining its nutrients directly via the abdominal wall would strain the carrier greatly. "And I am a human man which makes the whole mate thing ridiculous."



"Why? There are gay Tsatryas you know."



"I know, but since when have they chosen a human mate who didn't at least have the possibility of conceiving their child?" Jess dreamt of catching the eye of one of the Tsatryas and Joseph just didn't want his friend's dreams to be dashed. The Tsatryas only mated amongst themselves or sought a mate from the human female population. Because yes, even after a millennium since the planet had nearly fallen and given rise to the New World, it was still impossible for a human male to get impregnated by another man.