Her children… Nothing was more important to her than her children. They were her only family left, Saya, her sister, had wanted to kill her the moment they first met; while Solomon, the Chevalier of hers that had the biggest place in her heart, the only one that she had loved, betrayed her for her sister.

As she looked at the two cocoons in the baby-basket, as she sang to them, her heart could not help but reach out to him. Of all her Chevaliers, only he fully understood her, only he was able to see through who she was. Only he was the one whom she told of her fears and her desires… She could not tell the others, about those matters. Nathan would make an awful fuss about it, James would simply jump into conclusions, while Carl would do no better than James. Amshell… she feared him, to a certain extent. He always had the same expression, hiding some big plan behind his smiles… True, he had almost been a father to her, but still… his need of her in his countless experiments was all too much for her to handle…

"Diva…" she heard the familiar voice the moment her song had finished. She turned and foundhim standing before her, a mere shell of his former self. He was disheveled and that always-present spark of joy in his ice-blue eyes was not present, with one of sadness and hopelessness that she could not comprehend. Nonetheless, she smiled, and restrained herself from running into his arms. She needed to prove to him that she could do well without him. His eyes flitted to her still unborn children and asked, "Are they the Queens of the next generation?"

For one as cunning and intelligent as he was, his observational skills are quite lacking, she thought, of course my children are the next Queens. "Amshell opened my womb and retrieved them", she said with one of her seductive smiles despite using the form of her daughters' father. Damn it, what did Saya have and she did not? Why was it that her older sister had to take everything from her?

Nathan was the one who broke that god-forsaken silence. "Solomon, since the new Queens will be born, I see no reason why we should continue to fight…" Nevertheless, his words were cut short by the other Chevalier.

"I have already submitted my heart to Saya" he said, much to her displeasure. No, it cannot be true! She screamed in her head. It could not be true. Throughout the years he had been her Chevalier, she had grown attached no him, more than any of her Chevaliers. If she could have her way, Amshell would not be leading their operations against Saya, but he will, with her by his side. She could actually trust him… However, he was a stubborn man, and whatever he has decided on, must come into fruition. Despite Nathan's efforts to "grow up", hehad a mission to accomplish, for the happiness of Saya. "Diva… please end your life" Those words were cruel, but so filled with affection. Even ashis blade-like arm drew close to her neck she felt no fear, but comfort from hisvoice.

Returning into her female form, blocked his attack with her bare hand and forced him to look into her feral, sapphire eyes. "Why, tell my why, of all my Chevaliers, it had to be you to love Saya Nee-sama?" she asked him the moment Nathan threw her sword to her. It was French-made, a masterpiece designed to hold her blood with the grooves running down the blade, commissioned by none other than him to be made the moment she proved to be an adapt with the sword-arts.He paused for a moment, and said nothing. He dared not look away, but he refused to look at her either.

"It is because my heart goes to her, Diva" he answered. "Believe me when I say that I am proud to have served you as your Chevalier, and when I say that your daughters would have a higher chance to survive if you perish" His words were like the very steel her sword was forged from. But why… why would her daughters be able to survive without her? Would the humans not hunt them down, as she was? He knew something… and she knew that he was reluctant to reveal it. Nevertheless, she had to defend herself against his attacks, for he alone knew how to kill higher-level Chiropterans without using the other Queen's blood. He had told her in full honesty that it was he who killed Martin Bormann during WWII, and he had told her how to kill a Chevalier, and possibly, a Queen, by removing the victim's heart and crushing it…

Cutting his left shoulder with her sword, she whispered, "Saya Nee-sama will never love you… She is too preoccupied in killing me". Immediately, his expression softened, and he stopped his attacks to hold her in his arms for one last time. His ice-blue eyes were filled with so much sadness when he looked into her sapphire orbs, yet burning with his resolve. "Don't go… Solomon… You can kill me if you want… but my daughters…"

He tucked a lock of her long raven hair behind her ear, and tipped her chin. "You are so beautiful, Diva… but filled with so much rage and anger…" he replied. "However, if you continue to live, you would be in a state such that you would be begging for death… I cannot risk it for you, as your Chevalier who once served you, and for Saya's happiness" Saya… the very mention of her sister's name aggravated her severely. Saya always had a family when she had not even a soul… She could still remember those days spent in that god-awful tower with only the sun's rays that stole through the bars of the cell for company… Even now, Saya took away the one man that she felt for… the one person she would… she could… ever love.

"I… love you" she whispered to him, before delivering deadly attacks so fast that even he had trouble reading. In rapid succession, she slashed, stabbed, parried and attacked her former Chevalier until all he could do was to defend against her. Such was the unleashed wrath of a Queen that even one as powerful as he could not overcome. The moment he lost the strength to retaliate, she took him by the neck and took her fill of hisblood before throwing him unto the green, green grass.

He was Solomon Goldsmith, the only man that she, Diva, the Chiropteran Queen, would ever love.