The Dark Knight paced back and forth in the corridor, silver brows furrowed, deep in thought as worry settled into his heart. He had been up the entire night, awaiting the arrival of his second spawn, wanting to know how the birth was progressing. Unable to do so, as men of his kind were not permitted in the birthing room. He knew what would occur if he intruded, he would kill the thing that is causing pain to his mate, it was the way of things. It would happen whether he wished it to or not.

With a heavy sigh, he stilled his movements, looking over at his eldest and only son, eyes gleaming brightly. Watching as the boy patiently sat on the floor, doing what he did best...cleaning the weapons he had been given in the year of his 5th birthday. Devil children progressed faster than humans. So it was not unnatural to bequeath your spawn with such dangerous instruments.

Kneeling down in front of him, he outstretched his hand, running his fingers through the boys silver hair before he spoke. "My little one, how do you fare? Are you nervous like your Papa over your sibling's arrival?"

Tender as he was, Dante gave a short nod to his father, small hands holding onto the beloved weapons he would soon call his own for good. There was never a time where Dante wasn't worried about his mother, seeing her staying up late at night with that bulging stomach had he himself pacing his small bedroom to try and calm his nerves. The bond the whole family was sharing was far greater than any human could ever hope to form.

Setting the weapons aside, Dante stood on his toes, hooking his arms around his father's waist as a sigh to be held. The boy didn't talk much, only when he was allowed to play with the other rich girls down the street, go figure. But now the small hunter was becoming bored and tired of waiting for the new arrival of their family, so he decided to speak. "When will they be here?"

A smile illuminated his face upon the boy's gentle words, he knew of the kind heart that lay within his spawns heart, knowing the human blood in his veins had a part to play in that, aside from his mothers soothing words and teachings. She had shown him a part of the world that no other mother dared, out of fear that their sons would not grow up strong.

With a nod, he placed a gentle kiss upon Dante's head. "They will be with us shortly." Upon speaking the words, the doors to the room opened, a gasp slipped past his lips as he drew back from his son, looking over to a nurse as she smiled. "My Lord...she calls for you and the young lord."

Looking down to Dante, he held out his hand. "Come...we have a new life to greet."