Book 15 is finally here! To celebrate, I will be writing 15 short stories over 15 days and they will be a number of genres, but they are all dedicated to the arrival of Valencia 2! I really hope you enjoy! Happy hunting and happy writing!

Kane fit the final pieces on his new creation. These new clockworks were just an experiment, but hopefully they would turn out to be handy for his cause. He tightened the bolts and made sure they secured the body together properly. He backed away. The first one was an odd sight, creative, but strange. Its mask was divided into two sections; one side was white and the other black. He wore a jester's garments that were blue and red. Kane was ready to bring his son to life. He connected the wires that would give his creation life to the sides of the clockwork's neck and flipped the switch that would give him power. With a buzz of energy, the limp clockwork sat up straight and perked his head up looking around. His gaze landed on Kane. "D-daddy?" He asked innocently.

"No, I am not your daddy, you refer to me as father or Kane or lord, but never call me daddy," Kane demanded angrily. "I am Kane, your commender and king, your name is Phule and you do as I say and only as I say, understood?" Phule looked at Kane with a blank, lifeless expression. "I said, do you understand?" Kane demanded, growing impatient.

"Daddy!" Phule jumped up and hugged Kane. This was obviously a mistake, Kane thought, his anger rising.

"Stop, Phule! I command you to stop!" Kane pushed him away. Phule looked at him, standing with his back hunched over.

"F-father?" He said, sounding a little scared.

"Stay right there and don't say another word!" Kane demanded. Phule obeyed and watched as Kane brought the next clockwork to life. This one had a strange, bird-like mask with a long nose. The clockwork came to life with a burst of energy. "F-father?" The clockwork looked at Kane. Kane smiled with triumph.

"Yes, I am your father, Kane and you serve me and only me. Your name will be Bishop." Kane said. Bishop looked around the room and his eyes widened at the sight of the book shelf on the other side. He grabbed one and skimmed through the pages and threw it over his shoulder across the room. "What are you doing Bishop?" Kane asked him as he did the same with other books. Kane dodged a few that he threw without looking.

"I must learn all I can about the world, father. I must know everything." Bishop answered, starting to pick up reading speed. Kane dodged a few more books that were thrown.

"Stop this!" He ordered growing annoyed.

"But father, I must learn all I can about-"

"No! You will clean this mess up when I am finished! You can discover all you want on your own time, but if you throw one more book, then I will throw you away." Bishop obeyed fearfully and gently pushed a book back and paid attention to Kane.

"Ha! Daddy threatened you, Bishy!" Phule pointed at Bishop, earning a glare from his younger brother. Kane brought the third clockwork to life. This clockwork was dressed in a fancy suit and overcoat and his hat was very round and large. His mask was completely white. He looked at Kane knowingly. "Hello Father," he greeted him.

"Hello, Deacon, I am your father, Kane, whom-"

"I am aware," Deacon interrupted him.

"Never interrupt your father, Deacon. I'll give you this warning, but do it again and you'll end up as floating debris in Avernus."

"My apologies, sir." Deacon stood beside Phule and Bishop, glaring at the jester with disgust. Phule stuck a black and white tongue at him as Kane brought the mightiest clockwork to life. The giant, armor-clad clockwork perked up and tried to stand, but hit the ceiling and nearly broke through to the first floor above the basement. "Sit down." Kane commanded him, not wanting any damage done to his maker's house. The giant clockwork sat on the floor and looked up to Kane. "I am your father, Kane, you will serve me and your name will be Rooke."

"Father?" He repeated, looking up at Kane.

"Yes, I am your father." Kane confirmed. Rooke stood and hugged Kane, nearly squeezing him to death. "R-rooke," he gasped, trying to speak, but being crushed to death.

"I love you, Father," Rooke told him.

"Love...?" Kane repeated not understanding. "Rooke release me, now!" Rooke obeyed and sat back down.

"Rookie!" Phule greeted him excitedly. Kane grunted and sighed. This is such a bad idea, I don't think I should even waste my time with this last one, he thought turning his gaze to the final clockwork. This one was to be his only daughter and she would be the most powerful and beautiful clockwork of them all, but he wasn't convinced of that anymore. Still, he connected her up to the power source and quickly brought her to life. She looked at him, holding up her mask. "Hello, Father," she greeted him delicately.

"Hello, Queen, I assume you know who I am?"

"You are Kane, our father and king of-"

"Shh," Kane stopped her. "I am not there yet, but with you by my side, dear daughter, I will be." Kane turned his gaze back to the other clockworks who stared at their sister with wide eyes. "You are to treat Queen as a lady, do you understand?" Kane glared at them. "She is your sister and should be treated as so."

"Ok Daddy!" Phule said, Kane growing angry once more. "She has cooties!" Phule pointed at her "Run!" The clockwork elites-to-be ran upstairs leaving Queen and Kane to themselves. Kane sighed and shook his head. "I knew this was a mistake."

This is my horrible attempt at being funny. I'm sorry it isn't all that great, but I didn't expect Book 15 to come out so quickly after it was released in test realm. All the same I'm thankful for it! Thanks for reading!