Book 3: Chapter 101
The Horned One
From my throne I monitored Nixxia and Harmony. They will birth soon. Lunarween…. I have but moments to prepare, and I wished they would birth as we do… But they did not want to be pregnant for seven hundred and fifty thousand years…. ¾ of a million, just as mortals birth after about ¾ of a year.
I had so little time left. I must prepare for more of my bloodline… First there was only me… now I have family. Family who show me mortal affection, not just admiration, or worship. They don’t love me because I made them; they love me because I am grandfather…
Such a novel thing…
Such a mortal-like thing to crave.
Being the Night Father isn’t so bad, given I calmed down. I may not crack as many skulls, but it is worth it.
“Zuzu!” Sang my butterfly. The reason I stopped destroying chipperly showed me a magic mirror. “Come look!” she bounced happily on her throne, but I brought her to my lap.
“Alright dear.” I said looking into it.
Harmony and Xaxas were readying their cribs. Of all 9 grandchildren who belong to me… only the 3 from Judgment will be like us…Those little ones will not need such things, being born gods. Asanguis and little Nixxia chose mortality for their children, and rightly so.
Death can never truly take a break nor rest. It’s something he and Xaxas actually disagree on. Xaxas wished his children to be overpowered as I do, and he accidently made the best choices to do as such. Asanguis does not mind being Death so long as his children can enjoy a break, like Bryson’s children. Being a demigod means they are not of the pantheon, stuck as their title forevermore.
He will own his children as I hold Bryson’s; it is protection. With that choice they can be his Champions, since he has none…. And with that choice they can live lives on Urth, or whichever planet they choose to be fair. Likely Urth though, all our family lives there.
I understand his reasoning because of all that. If not for my ability to multitask and puppeteer, Hell would still be utter chaos...
The dark cannot simply stop being darkness for its own leisure. The same goes for Death. Death cannot stop reaping. Asanguis did not want that for his children. He wanted them to grow, play, sleep, eat, and age as mortals do. And they will.
Asanguis held his mate while she still ate. How is she still hungry?!
…. I do not know how she can eat so much, but I silently cheered for her. 40 chicken wings, a whole 2 liter soda, and 2 pizzas were consumed while they watched some random scary movie.
Bryson is still trying to figure out how to summon his hammer… something he should be doing *off* world.
Fuck.
“Dear I will return.”
He was in a field, meditating by where the Emo kids hang out…. What’s that boy’s name again? Marty? Micheal? The Omega I’ve grown fond of, but I will not ask for him. He belongs to my butterfly, and I will only take him if she asks on his behalf.
Bryson tinkered, engrossed in trying to remember my instructions.
“You’re doing it wrong.”
“AH!” He growled. “Why? Why must you *always* sneak up on me?”
“Because it is fun.” I said simply. “Practice that in Hell. Time is slower there, and if you make an explosion, your portion of Tarteron is mostly empty.”
“Alright. How are Harmony and Nixxia?” He asked.
“They will birth Lunarween.” I said showing him with magic. I would not tell him that his energy is completely drained from doing this wrong all day. It is his job to be his own man. “I cannot see past that.”
“You’re the second person to say that.” He commented standing.
“I assume Xaxas can’t either then.” I huffed. “I don’t like this son…. Something does not sit right if no one can see the future…”
“Do you think it’s Arviel?” He asked.
“For once no.” I said leaving.
Above, Arviel sat with his pregnant mate… He will not be so stupid.
“Welcome.” Arviel said that standing, but didn’t stop holding Lia’s hand. “Come to rule a bit?”
“A little.” I said sitting on my throne. “What do you see of November 1st?”
He looked, and saw nothing as I did. Confusion crossed his face.
“….Nothing….across all worlds” he said looking again. “Now *that* is interesting. Say, I’ll help come birthing.”
“You would aid me after I fucked you over with Humblon?” I asked.
“It… it needed to happen.” He said looking at his silently stoic brother. Humblon’s feelings were still hurt, not even calling him ‘brother’ anymore… but I did not *make* Arviel do anything. On his own, he killed Niyamya, Hunblon’s High Priestess and bedfellow, now mate. “I took my brother for granted… but I figure…I figure…” he didn’t want to admit it.
“I know it’s hard.” I said to tease him, and solar flares popped off his skin. I chuckled at his anger.
“Oh Fuck You!” he complained. “Let me have my ‘I’ve grown as a god’ moment!”
“Fine.” I relented.
“*Anyway* Before you *ruined* my speech, I figure it would be a good thing to support the Jury and Executioner… Someone must guide them to be the best they can be… They should have multiple examples of what real dedication looks like, and you’re one of them.”
“Look at you with your big boy robes on and everything.” I smiled at his annoyance.
“You came up here just to fuck with me didn’t you?”
“A little.”
\-----The Lord of Time-----
Lunarween, at midnight no less! This was the moment I could not see past. I know nothing, which makes this incredibly fun, but also a little nerve-wracking. With my power, I planned on watching the little ones.
*ah, my damn back!*
This flesh reminded me that I am *nobody* and I should like it… Something I designed to keep me humble, because none can question me, so I must question myself.
*That train of thought is suspicious, but for now I will allow it.*
At the moment I don’t have plans to enact, just ideas.
“Ziri, what is the success rate for both girls?” I asked.
\[Birth Success 100% upon viewing.\] She responded chipperly.
So as long as I watch, they’re fine. I was going to do that anyway.
I made hot cocoa, and waved my hand over my coffee table. My flesh puppet was tired from their antics… and my true stomach growled this morning. Soon I will be out of this shell, as much as I feel like I am not ready… Possibly that is why I cannot see the future…
I have mourned a long time… but in my hubris, and folly, I learned.
*I swear it feels like someone is peeping on me.*
I held the growl that would likely get the attention of the little ones…. I will *not* reveal my identity so easily…but it could be that I’m being overly cautious. I should relax, it isn’t good for my blood pressure....Through this body I am mortal. I know their aches, and their pains. It is something I think all should endure, especially someone like me…
So far, the wives of Death and Judgement were nervous, but ready to have their babes. They were at the most secure place on Urth the gods could think of: Xaxas’s private island. Inside his castle was a fully staffed, private hospital inside its own forested fae demi-realm, one equipped for something like this.
After all, nobody wanted anything to go wrong, including me. Those girls are sweet, and through their own merit they earn my favor.
\[Interference needed.\] Said Ziri.
I watched Harmony and Nixxia, being the one to make them go into labor at the same time, but I didn’t let their water break. I thought that would have been enough to thwart the observation on me, as well as kickstart the exact way it should go, but likely one of my children still looks. I don’t know if they *truly* worry about me, or do they worry that my death will end all things, but for now I will tolerate it.
It does ruin the mood a bit.
But having teatime with the Samira and Isabelle later will be worth it.
I watched the twin doctors prep for the birthing. This part I would not influence, unless I got another interference alert. That was also why I watched. I rule time and fate. Neither the children nor their mothers will be harmed birthing their triplets.
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