Morrigan Ashenbirth

Morrigan Ashenbirth's Arc
Chapter 1 of 3

Morrigan Ashenbirth's dream is building a thriving demon midwifery clinic serving desperate mothers across species..

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Chapter 1

Morrigan pushed open the door to the abandoned building, one hand pressed against her swollen belly. The space was perfect—large enough for beds, close enough to the harbor that desperate mothers could find it. She needed this. Her clinic had to grow beyond treating patients in borrowed rooms and cramped corners. But the warm orange glow from the hearth died the moment she stepped inside. The air turned cold. Something moved in the shadows near the far wall—not wind, not rats. It had weight. It had presence. Morrigan's breath misted in front of her face as the temperature dropped further. She stood her ground, one hand still on her belly, the other reaching for the door frame. Whatever lived here wasn't leaving quietly. The building was hers by right of need, but the dark thing coiled in the corner clearly disagreed. She would have to make it understand—or make it go. Black smoke poured from the corner, spreading across the ceiling. Skulls floated within it, their empty eyes fixed on her. Morrigan felt the weight of corrupted souls pressing against her chest. They weren't just haunting this place—they were feeding on it, drawing power from the stone and wood. She stepped forward anyway. "I'm not asking permission," she said. Her voice cut through the cold. "Mothers will die without this space. You can leave, or I can force you out." The smoke recoiled, then surged toward her. She planted her feet and raised one hand. The five lives inside her kicked hard, their energy bright and fierce. The souls hissed and pulled back. They couldn't touch her. Not while she carried so much life. The smoke retreated into the walls, fading but not gone. Morrigan breathed hard, her hand still raised. The infirmary was hers now. She just had to keep it. She walked outside and found the red cross sign leaning against the door frame. Someone had left it there, already knowing what this place would become. The paint was faded but the message was clear. Mothers were waiting. They had heard she might open something here, and they were already hoping. Morrigan picked up the sign and carried it inside. She hung it on the wall opposite the hearth, where the smoke still whispered in the cracks. The souls could stay in the walls if they wanted. But this building belonged to the living now.

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