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A/N: Fo' serious: I do not own Nemesis, Jill, Chris, Sheva or any of the Resident Evil cannon characters. Capcom kinda would be upset if I stole em...yoink! Sia and Simon though are mine.

This is the third arc in the 4 arc long Devil's Saga . The first being Teaching the Devil and the second being The Devil's Slumber .

It will feature Nemesis/Jill and is a rather M rated storyline. This will be the only warning before proceeding. So sit back, crack open a beer, and enjoy.

Text is from Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak.

Next chapter: Sacrifice of Devils -1- The Moon

Remember kids:
" " = speech
' ' = speech occurring in dreams/memories

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The Sacrifice of Devils Prologue

Why?

Was it desperation?

Was it desire?

Was it loneliness?

A last ditch effort to control him?

Love?

No.

No?

…I …

I…don't know.

Her trust in humankind was shattered. Day in day out seeing people fight for little things; power, money, war. Things that brought out the worst in people, changed people destroyed them pushed them into man made monsters. She saw it break apart good men like Chris, and saw it change those that already held evil inside into things beyond hellish.

The years of torment with Wesker broke what little faith and trust she had left. The nightmares still come but rarely now; they mix with dreams, dreams of an event that should have never been. The result of that stared back at her with innocent blue eyes years after.

As she sat years ago with a test in her hands, the unpleasant thought of what to do ran through her mind numerous times. She was reaching 30 at the time; she discarded the idea of a family when she joined the BSAA and then after breaking it off with Chris found that to be another dream to be put aside. But it sat in her palm reading in no uncertain terms proof of pregnancy. Something that never occurred, no never seemed a possible option on the table.

He who never had the option to be human, nor the comprehension to do the crimes of a man – but as all abominations of Umbrella was at one point created or cloned from one – still had the desires of one. She wanted to berate herself for her foolish moment of action, acting on such base motives…but in truth how could she? It wasn't forced, wasn't taken…she freely gave and he responded in kind. No…it was more she told him to, manipulated him using him for her own fucked way to grieve. But was that wrong? Wrong to have a creature made for the express purpose to kill, to destroy to be used for that? Was it wrong to have command over such power? To have that power lay hapless under her?

Wrong to desire such power between her legs?

Wrong to not expect the same comfort from a human?

A deeply hidden feeling rose from within, this feeling she hid from the others, this feeling she had kept to herself as the years passed and her life started anew.

It wasn't all about her anymore.

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It's evening, the sky glinting with millions of tiny lights dotting the sky. In a non descript house filled with warm furniture and filled with smells of a long ago eaten meal, the home's inhabitants were together in a bedroom. The room was panted in the colors of childhood; full of bright colors, suns, moons, and dotted with hand scrawled pictures and a few photos. Some of them were prized 'masterpieces', the things a gushing parent would frame praising their child's budding art skills.

Some held photos of a small child from various ages, from one with a small child crawling barely the age of 1, to one with a woman with long blond hair holding a small bundle cradled in her arms. Others were of a child progressing from one birthday to another, the bright smile, brown hair, and deep blue eyes the constant in each. The smiles in each picture on the child seemed to at once charm and yet…if looked at deeper had the potential to unnerve. Some had the little girl in various areas, held with love by a much larger man, his face chiseled and gruff, and sometimes with a darker pair of arms attached to an athletic woman included in a group hug.

The room was filled with typical children's furniture, the painted white furniture resembling that of a princess from fairytale. But most of the items had along them various marks in crayon, the use of reds and blacks in various lines and doodles along them. The floor carried this color scheme, flooded with pictures full of things that fill a child's imagination. The two occupants were centered on the small bed, the child tucked in looking up at the woman sitting to the side with rapt attention.

The story was beginning and the child didn't want to miss a thing.

A worn book was opened, and the woman began:

"The night Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind"

The tall inhuman figure had been wandering, the sun bearing down onto his partially exposed form. He had wandered for so long, but silently gnashed his teeth as the bunker did not contain her. He roamed mostly at night, but at times walking in daylight when he was sure none would be around to spot him. But he was certain despite this, he was being tracked.

"his mother called him WILD THING!"

A man was eyeing him from afar though a distant camera. The look of barely noted shock crossed the man's worn yet otherwise emotionless features. He had been following the monster since Arizona, trying to figure out where it was trying to go. Despite his curiosity in the creature's motives, the man decided that waiting it out was not productive.

"and Max said-"

The Tyrant tired and deeply agitated in his search suddenly turned around. He faintly heard noises near. The area had changed in the near countless days...weeks...months' long course from desert, to back streets, to this forest area. States blurred into countless varied terrain; the only thing he had to go by was what he over heard that agitating male and some other female talk about. But even with that he felt lost and weary. But despite his fatigue, he knew he wasn't alone.

The child happily yells, "I'll EAT YOU UP!"

He tried to smell, but there was so many scents surrounding him, trees, dirt, various wildlife, and …humans? He brought his face to the air, letting loose a warning in the form of a deep snarl.

"so he was sent to bed without eating anything." The woman continued.

The air, it was like dust was clouding it; he couldn't get a good sense of where the pigs were. Like someone was purposely filling it with nonsense. He seethed this trickery not endearing them to him. A sudden movement caught his eye, the sound coming from his left side. He turned but instantly registered movement on his blind side. The turn was seconds too late as a dart hit him in the shoulder. And another and another began to dot his exposed back.

He couldn't deal with the sudden cocktail flooding his system, his vision blurring; the only thing he could recall was the movement of men in dark fatigues.

"That very night in Max's room a forest grew"

Computers and a capsule with a chip housed inside are seen though blurry vision, the sedatives still racking his already taxed system.

"and grew until his ceiling hung with vines and the walls became the world all around"

The place looks familiar…so familiar but his addled mind couldn't quite place it. The feeling of binds and metal beneath him barely register.

"And when he came to the place where the wild things are they roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth"

Here? Where is here? He sees a needle…Sharp things…sharp things…always…Sharp things never bode well. Never, never, never! He struggles hard his mind swimming drowning in a soup of confusion and disorientation. An older male with bags in his eyes looks down at him.

"Till Max said-"

Sharp things…so tired…this male…why does he stare at m…me…like that?...Father... The male whispered something as his eye lidded closed, swimming in darkness.

"BE STILL!" came from the child.

Events, dreams of a long ago surgery he was awake for…pain…so much pain. A small gold thing placed through the cut on his head. He was awake…why am I awake?! Can't move, it hurts!! …I- I'll hurt you all…watch me…

"And tamed them with a magic trick of staring into all their yellow eyes without blinking once" the woman softly spoke.

He awakens…it feels like he's been sleeping forever. It felt like time had stopped again, his head…spinning, scattered. Something feels wrong. Wings glide behind him, a Woman hugging him with a crocodilian smile. He leans up but She's gone…But he could move, his outfit complete again. Visible stitching together of the torn outfit was seen, but all in all resembled his customary outfit. The room was empty save for him and the stretcher he woke on. He was certain he was moved from somewhere else. But for now the room had one exit and it was visibly open.

As he rose a sound reverberated in his mind. Soft at first, but growing in pitch it filled his thoughts cluttered his mind, murmuring things and ideas. The noise…he wondered where it had been. Wondered and now it was as if it had never left. With at least that familiarity, the Tyrant shakily stood off the metal stretcher and after a few moments made his way to the door.

The man looks upon him from a further away room in faint wonder. Go, my wayward son.

As she began to rise up, pulling the covers over the sleeping child, Jill softly whispered, "And they were frightened and called him the most wild thing of all."