The Cloud in the Night

by Punk19

Master Vile and his uncle have been fighting a lot and it's making Master Vile's daughter, who just gave birth to her second child and getting over a serious infection afterwards, very annoyed. She heads back to Earth with her children, will Master Vile learn to leave his daughter be or will he continue with his fighting and temper and push her further away from him?

1. Part 1

As she watched the lanky, but sleek in build, copper-colored stallion that had Bend Or spotting on his flanks and withers she sighed. The wind that blew her hair back almost felt like fingers, it made her have a happy feeling, it made her feel peaceful. The stallion slid to a stop then started pawing at the grass, the crest on his neck stood out wonderfully and his muscles moved gracefully. Across the pasture a blue roan stallion stuck his head, which was very like the copper-colored stallion's, out of his stall and whistled. The copper-colored stallion answered the call then started prancing, throwing his legs back like a dressage horse, his long copper-colored tail sweeping behind him like a cloak, his mane being tossed from one side of his neck to the other. When he made it to the other end of the pasture he suddenly turned and charged forward, his neck craned and his nostrils flared open. When he stopped he rose up on his long, strong back legs, he pawed at the air with his forelegs before dropping down. He took off in a canter around the pasture before stopping in the center, he stood motionless for a short while then lowered his body and started rolling.

The last two months hadn't been bad for her, they had actually been right pleasurable and calm. She had two fights with the mansion's, which was standing, looming over her to her left, owner and that was all. The rest of her stay at the mansion had been rather tranquil and calm. Her stay had started awkwardly, she wasn't use to being pampered or spoiled and the owner had noticed, he had started slow with small things then had slowly turned the spigot. She had been given jewelry, dresses and outfits, had been taken out to dinner and nights on the towns nearest the mansion, which was already pretty far away from a town, and had been taken out on carriage rides and rides in boats, both which the mansion owner owned and drove himself. The week before the mansion's owner couldn't make it to the planned outing but he had sent her some money and told his most trusted butler, Homsi was his name, to take her out and let her be by herself. That was strange, usually the mansion's owner would have someone go with her to be extra watchful of her because of the stuff going on in his life and his concern over her.

Things in the life of the mansion owner's life had smoothed down some, had gone back to being almost like it was two years before but a few weeks ago he had started talking to his family who had hurt him so much in the past. She had noticed he had had a few fights with her father and with his father, but he kept it to himself and away from her, he never spoke about the fighting to her, even when she and he were in bed together. The week before the mansion's owner had invited his brother and his wife, her grandparents, over for a stay of a few months and they had accepted, they were expected at any time now. She wasn't so sure about them coming over, she still remembered the beating that her grandfather had participated in with her father almost two years ago. The mansion's owner had also gone on and invited his mother, step-father and their four children and his sister to come over for a few months, they had accepted and had already arrived. The mansion's owner had sent off the rest of the invites via mail to his brother's two younger children, her aunt and uncle, and his grandfather who had been slowly getting things back in order after she had revived him a few months ago from limbo. He had stopped then, thinking hard, about sending an invite to his father and his wife who had been the wife before his father had divorced her after he had see his mother. He had thought long and hard on that invite, in the end he had sent it off, inviting both but giving a stern warning that if anything started up they were automatically to leave. She knew that the warning had garnered a phone call which had sparked a fight between the mansion's owner and his father, regardless of the fight both his father and his father's wife were still coming over.

"Mistress Angel,"

She heard the Goblin calling for her to return to the mansion but she ignored him, if he truly wanted her to come in he'd come and get her, like usual. The mansion behind her was a big one. It was a large burgundy colored mansion that looked like it had a hundred windows on both the front and back. The roof spiraled up and was topped with a gold sphere which cast a glow down on the blue grassed yard below. The front porch was immense, a flight of stone steps led up to a burgundy colored fenced in porch that ran the whole length of the front, there was a swing off to one side and the other side had the fence part knocked down, a ramp had been built for the mansion owner's current only child, a daughter named EshalVile who everyone called Eshal. The mansion was built up on the top of a hill which rolling blue grasses grew, all artificial since the planet was really half rock and half ocean, and it had a long white fence that ran all the way down the hill, it only stopped at a large bright copper-colored gate which had the initial T on it, the mansion owner's initial. A road ran up the hill, it was of yellowed rocks. There were tall trees, some which had plain blue leaves and others which had both blue leaves and bright pink and red flowers on it, the tree that was nearest the mansion in the front had a tire attached to one of the limbs by a rope, that was there for the mansion owner's current only child. In the front yard there was also a section fenced off with a few fences built in it. That was where the mansion owner had his little gray goats and black and gray colored sheep, they had separate areas but both had large sheds to go in for sleeping, resting or to get out of the elements. A white rocked path led up from the yellow rocked road, it went all the way to the porch.

That was the front, she was in the back and it was just as big, although very different. it was half blue grass with the other half being rocky. The blue grass part was fenced off, a large stable ran along the back of the fenced in half of the back yard and many sleek, beautifully formed horses were looking out from their stalls. A small part of the pasture was not covered in the rolling blue grasses, it was rocky but the horses transversed it just fine. There were tall trees in the backyard, many which were starting to drop red and pink flowers. The mansion's owner had built his mansion so it overlook the ocean in the back and it seemed that the ocean went back for miles and miles, it was a nice blue-gray in color. Water sprayed out onto the rocks a white color and the sun that shone above which was a bright orange cast a nice glow on the rocks. There was a wrought iron bench and a swing set up near the start of the ocean and a table was placed between them, the mansion's owner liked coming down to this part and sit down, he had her come down as well, it was right nice and peaceful, and she and the mansion's owner had had a few romantic moments in that area.

"Mistress Angel!"

There was a sudden hard kick in her stomach and she decided to head off to the mansion, heading up the short flight of five steps was slightly difficult due to her not yet adjusting to her bulging belly bump. She wasn't fat by any means, she was actually rather petite in build but at the moment she was rather big in the belly because she was seven months along in her pregnancy. That had been a shock when she had found out that she was pregnant still, a doctor on Earth had told her she had miscarried three and a half months before and then a week later had given her a herbal medicine saying that she had an infection. She hadn't miscarried, nor had she had an infection, she had had a slight placental rupture and some heavy bleeding which the doctor on Earth, her birth planet, had misinterpreted as a miscarriage three and half months ago and thanks to her mourning state and not wanting to leave a bed for a short while she had saved her unborn from not being born at all. When she got up the stairs the Goblin butler, a short brown-skinned man standing four-foot six inches tall wearing a brown tuxedo that had large blue eyes and hair growing out of his ears, who had called her held the door open for her. She went into the mansion slowly and the Goblin closed the door behind her.

"How are you this evening Mistress Angel?" the Goblin asked.

"At the moment, Homsi, pretty good." Angel replied.

"I apologize for calling you in so early," the Goblin named Homsi said. "but Master Tazir asked me to. In a short ten minutes we have more temporary stay of guests arriving."

"Temporary stay of guests?" Angel repeated what Homsi had said. "I like that, unique."

"Thank you mistress." Homsi bowed.

"My grandparents?" Angel asked, she leaned over to the side slightly.

"And ShaamVile, mistress." Homsi replied.

She went off down the hallway slowly, not really looking at anything but thinking hard. She had not seen ShaamVile Surfeit, who happened to be her great-great grandfather, in a long time but she had received a lot of mail from him in congratulating her on finding out that she had not lost her child, wishing her well, telling her how his life was going and how he was slowly putting things together the way they were before he had gone off to the planet which had been wiped out by Jupiter over two hundred thousand years ago. In his last letter he had mentioned that he had gotten all of his vaults, private accounts, estates and conquered planets and galaxies squared away and that he was now looking forward to sitting back and relaxing. He did mention that he needed to get the phone situated, there was something wrong with the wiring of his house that made the phone not pick up calls very well which annoyed him. Angel was surprised at how calm ShaamVile was, his only son, who was also her great-grandfather, was such a mean being while ShaamVile was nothing of the sort. He did have a temper, a pretty bad one which he would let loose, but at the most part he was calm and collected.

Angel walked into the foyer and stopped, she looked around. She was still amazed at how the mansion's owner lived, how his house was set up. She knew it was rude to stare but she did so anyways. The foyer had a gold chandelier hanging down from a light copper ceiling, a staircase branched off going around the foyer and had two long candlebras standing beside each side of the staircases with two more normal sized candlebras sitting on the flat railing ends. The floor was wooden and had a glowed rust red finish to it, all of the floors in the mansion was like this, a carpet ran from an archway which led to a heavy wooden door, the floor branched off in either direction after it reached the door. On the walls were portraits, photographs and artwork, of bats and skulls and gruesome kites and fangs. The photograph that was on the left side of the heavy wooden door was of mansion's owner holding his young daughter as a baby. Angel started up the stairs to the second level then went down the hallway, which was long and had hallways branching off from it, the hallway had artwork and photographs on the walls, the one of a fully gold bat that had ruby painted eyes and silver fingernails was her favorite. The doorknobs of the doors on this hallway were silver painted and the doors were all heavy cherry wood. Angel went right to her and the mansion owner's bedroom chamber.

The mansion owner's bedroom chamber was a large one, it had a ruby-red painted chandelier with gold chains dangling down from it on the ceiling, there were candles on the wall which were unlit. A huge bed was near a wall, it had a black headboard that had a bat's head staring out, the bat had ruby red eyes and a blue-black tongue, the baseboard was also black but it had fang-like designs on it. Angel went to the bed and sat down, the blanket on the bed was a shiny black and lovely, it was soft and velvet-like, the sheets underneath were dark purple. There were seven pillows on the bed, two normal sized pillows, three long throw pillows and two small circular pillows, all had dark purple cases that had white tassels on the end. She looked around at the room, still not believing that she actually had spent many nights in it with the mansion's owner. Off to the side was a moving painting, green goo dripped down then disappeared into the lower frame only to reappear from the upper frame. Behind this painting was a slide-like tunnel which led to a secret part of the mansion's owner's house that only she and he knew about. Beside the bed was a black bedside dresser that had a unique lamp on it. The lamp had a metal framed shade that had glowing green glass in it, the base was metal and had oil in it. Beside the lamp was a book and beside the book was an empty glass of water. Across from the bed was a black dresser that had a dark purple cloth over it, an oval bowl was on the top of the dresser with a towel beside it, above the dresser hung the head of an animal that had spiraling purple horns, the animal had black and gray fur. In one corner of the room sat a chair. The chair was black and it sat up on normal legs but all along the bottom were spikes, the arms even had spikes on them. The chair has dark red cushions on it. There was a screen directly in front of the bed which was suspended in air, nothing was connected to it, it just hovered in the air. There was a swayed over black book shelf off to the right side of the room that had whatnots on it, there were two black Dragons, three skeletal Bats and one dark purple lizard with ruby eyes on the top shelf, underneath of that shelf was a box that had six Cigars in it, the mansion's owner smoked in times of stress as a reliever.

Angel was about to get up and leave the room when suddenly she was struck with fatigue. She slid herself up onto the bed, layed her head on one of the pillows and let her fatigue take over. No one said she couldn't take a five-minute nap, these were the normal for her nowadays. She'd walked a distance then feel fatigued and fall asleep, no matter where she fell asleep she'd find herself in the mansion owner's bedroom chamber, the mansion owner had noticed her sleeping and had carried her up to his bedroom chamber himself and had tucked her under the covers of his bed gently. The fatigue and either short-term or long-term naps were coming more and more as she went further along in her pregnancy. Angel ran her hand over her belly then let it drop, her eyelids dropped and she fell asleep just as a bell started ringing downstairs.

The first thing he had looked for when he had walked into his younger brother's mansion house was his granddaughter who was, he had been told, heavily pregnant. It had been a hell of a few months for him and his wife, they had had a lot of things to think over not to mention also getting ready to welcome their own bundle of evil joy. Their baby room was all set up, they were as ready as they could be but he felt a small bit of nervousness over being a father again. It had been, after all, ninety-two thousand years since he had a youngster running around in his house that he had fathered, his last having moved out after he had reached four thousand six hundred and one years of age. When he had started talking to his younger brother again he had started slow, being careful of the chosing of his words, he had apologized for acting the way he had before, for his treatment and ill-words. That whole first conversation had been a long one for him, the next one had been back to the way things use to be, before their father had come back into the picture that was. He and his brother had joked around like they use to and then near the end he had a nice cherry dropped on his lap. When he had asked how his granddaughter was he had been shocked into a dumb silence when his brother had said that she was not only pregnant, but nearly six months along in her pregnancy. He had asked his brother in the next conversation about that and had been surprised to hear that his granddaughter, who had been told she had miscarried her unborn, hadn't really miscarried but had simply bled a lot and had a slight placental rupture which had fixed itself on its own.

His wife was two weeks behind his granddaughter in her pregnancy and when his brother had invited him and her over for a stay of six months he had thought that there might be two babies born at around the same time but then he had looked at his wife and thought differently. Irka Surfeit, born and raised Shaiden, looked like their grandson but she was heavily feminine in form and very delicately built. He turned to her and smiled, she looked even more beautiful pregnant than she was not. She was one of the Sketon people, a skeletal formed being that was typically short in stature. She was completely skeletal, her bone body was darkly colored, each bone in her body was either black or purple and she was short in stature, standing only five foot five inches tall. His lovely wife was wearing a purple dress that was tight around the breasts which poked out like pyramids. Normally, she'd be wearing a white spike studded belt around her waist but being she pregnant he was adamant she wear no belts at all and she had complied. She had black heeled boots on that had spikes on the sides. Her long, crystalized hair was light blue in color, it reached down almost to her waist and was braided in several areas, there was a spider clip holding her hair back from her face.

They were led up to the second level to the room where they were to sleep in during their. The room had a single, dog-like bed that had a dark purple, velvet blanket and black sheets on it, there were three normal sized pillows, two throw pillows and one small pillow on the bed, all had dark purple pillow cases with the initial T on them. A long black dresser that had a mirror above it stood near the far wall, beside it was a deep red chair and ottoman. The carpet in the room was dark purple with dark red thorny designs. Above was a dome light, it cast a golden glow down into the room. There was a black armoire five feet from her and a chair that had a black cushion was seated next to it, it had spikes running all along the bottom and had bat faces on the arms. There was a black marble bench directly in the middle of the room and it had two full black lamps on it with dark purple shades that had light purple crystals hanging from it. He and his wife settled in in silence then his wife removed her heeled boots and sat down, he went to her and started rubbing her swollen and sore feet.

"I forgot how sore a woman gets when she is pregnant." Irka said finally.

"You look fine." he replied.

"Of course I was expecting that since you don't know how a woman feels like when she is pregnant." Irka snickered. "You're a man."

"Not just any man, yours." he replied.

"Is everything alright for you and your wife in here, sir?" Eldass asked.

Irka and her husband looked up when Eldass walked in, he one of the longest employed of his younger brother's staff. He was wearing a black tuxedo and shoes, he had fluffy white hair and a lot of wrinkles on his face, his eyes were blue skin and light blue eyes, his nose was rather long and he had large nostrils. KurukVile had packed for the trip himself, letting his wife sleep off her fatigue, and he had lugged the bags up to his and his wife's room himself, he had insisted he had needed no help and it was true, since he was a mountain of hard muscle.

"Yes, it is." KurukVile replied. "Eldass, by any chance do you know where my brother and granddaughter are?"

"Yes, Mr. Surfeit." Eldass said. "Master Tazir is in his study finishing up some paperwork on the Bula Galaxy and Mistress Angel is sleeping."

"Tell me, you've been around her these past few months, how does she look?" KurukVile asked. "Is she..." he held his hands around his stomach.

"When you see her sir," Eldass smiled slyly. "you will have that answer."

"Has she been well behaved or still a fighter?" KurukVile asked.

"Master Tazir has her well happy here, she is very behaved." Eldass said, he then bowed and left the room.

She had a feeling that there was more than the mansion owner's side of the family in the house now, there seemed to be a sort of sign rolling from the walls that told her that there had been four extras added in. When she woke up she glanced at the full black, sleek in design clock that was on a bench on the other side of the bed and saw that it was near supper-time. She sat up, shook her head then got up from the bed. She walked across the room, opened the door then exited the room, she closed the door lightly behind her then went down the hallway. Just as she was reaching the balcony of the stairwell that overlooked the foyer the door bell rang. Eldass walked to the door and swung it open slowly, Eldass had been a very big help in her time at the mansion, very understanding when she had entered her periods of emotional stress. When the door was opened she saw that her great-great grandfather was standing outside. He walked in, Eldass told him welcome then told him where his chamber was. ShaamVile Surfeit nodded his head then he starting going up the stairs, he was just reaching the balcony when he stopped cold.

"Wail, leuk whit we gaet hare," he said in a strong, husky voice with a thick Scottish accent. "ello der."

"Hello grampy." Angel replied, she noticed he had two bags with him and went to help him.

"No, no, I gaet thon." ShaamVile cupped her chin gently in his large hand. "Ma, ye do leuk pitty Angel."

As Angel walked with ShaamVile down the hallway she found herself still not believing that he was as gentle as he was for his size. He stood a good six foot six inches tall and he looked like an upside down topper. The top half of his body was strong and sturdy while the lower half was slender, his arms were thick with muscle and his chest looked like a barrel. The left side of his head was carmine pink while the right was maroon, his elongated ears were a burgundy color and had black Tiger-like stripes on them. His eyes were white, he had small, red pupils, he had long, maroon colored fingernails. When they got to his bedroom chamber Angel let the man be, he gave her a gentle hug then went into the room, she went back down the hallway then down the stairs in the foyer slowly. She went down the short hallway that went from the foyer then stopped, she heard voices coming from the living room area of the mansion. She pressed her ear against the door and heard four recognizable voices, her grandparents and the mansion owner's. She felt a pinge of fear grab her and she went off a few steps, that was when the door to the living room opened.

"Baby?" TazirVile said softly when he saw the back of her.

Angel turned around then leaned back against the wall, the baby had kicked twice and it had made her feel like she was about to lose her legs. TazirVile saw this and walked over to her, he picked her up gently then carried her to the living room where her grandparents and their two, currently, youngest offspring were sitting on the couches. When her grandfather saw her being carried in he stood up, he walked over and gently kissed her cheek. The living room had a dark red carpet that had white fang and bat designs on it which two brown leather couches, one was longer than the other, and a brown leather chair sat on. There were portraits on the wall and there was a large bubbled dome above on the ceiling that showered down a golden-yellow light. A stone fireplace was in front of the room, it was unlit, there was a mesh gate dangling down from the fireplace's top edge. A flying bat portrait was above the fireplace, the couches and chair were sitting directly in front of the fireplace. TazirVile had told her that he had overseen the construction and design of the room, as well has over half of the other rooms in the house.

"I've said it several times in the past," KurukVile said. "women when they are pregnant are radiant in their beauty and Angel, you are no exception to that rule."

"Hi granddad." Angel said, she hoped that the nervousness she felt when her grandfather had walked up to her hadn't come out in her voice.

Her grandfather had a very strong, muscle-bound body which was very hard, he knew well how to use his muscle and when not to. He had a strictness to him, he demanded respect, but he did know when to drop the strict routine and loosen up. KurukVile Surfeit was the oldest son of DuruVile Surfeit, born through his second wife Cyla Dybla who came from the planet Resha7, he was a hundred and sixty thousand, three hundred and twenty-three years of age, having just celebrated a birthday the week before. The right side of his head and body was white while the left side of his head and body was red, the wrinkles on the right side of his head looked a deeper red. His elongated ears only went halfway of the length of his shoulders and were a gold color with red stripes. He was wearing a netted shirt that was longer on one side so she could see the muscled bulk on his chest and arms, his right arm was red while the left arm was white, he had long purple colored fingernails on each of his fingers. The arms under the netted tunic sleeve had large amounts of muscle on them, when he moved his arms slightly the muscles bulged out, the veins grew tight and grew either a dark white color or a dark red color, depending on which colored section of his body the arm was on. Besides the netted tunic which was longer on one side, and only just reaching down to his waist, her grandfather was wearing a pair of brown pants, a brown snake-skin belt with a shiny gold buckle that had a KS, his initials, on it and brown boots.

The being she was cradling up against was her grandfather's younger brother and he was drastically different. He had a lanky, firm body with good, firm muscle on it, his arms had slight muscle on them. He had light blue skin and large, oval-shaped eyes that were silvery shiny, there were two holes were a nose would normally be. His mouth was in the shape of an O, his hands ended in suction-cups but that didn't mean he was clumsy, he was actually very far from that. He was wearing a dark gray tuxedo jacket that had a long tail in the back, a white shirt that had belled cuffs, dark gray paints and dark gray shoes. He had on a pair of goggled glasses, the goggled glasses didn't help him see as he had brilliant eyesight, he wore them because he had a sensitivity to sunlight. He was four thousand six hundred years younger than his brother. TazirVile carried her over to the brown leather chair, turned around then sat down.

"My goodness, look at that belly!" Irka exclaimed. "Tazzy, are you sure she isn't further along?"

"Or carrying twins?" KurukVile added.

"Perfectly sure, seven months now." TazirVile replied. "Although, even I wonder sometimes if she isn't further along. And, no just one baby in there."

"She was rather big when she had Bile as well." KurukVile said. "Speaking of whom, where is the little tyke?"

"Upstairs napping." Angel replied. "Or, I think he is."

"He's a napaholic." TazirVile said, he then started chuckling.

"So, is it a brother or a sister that Bile is about to have?" Dara Dara asked.

Dara Dara was seated on the shorter of the couches, she was seated back comfortably but looked as if she wanted to be someplace else. She brushed her hand up once to push her wavy light blue, almost white, hair out of her face which was surround by bright blue crystal shards. She had long, and curling slightly, dark blue fingers and bright blue eyes. Angel saw clearly the blue diamond ring that was on the pinky finger on her right hand, this was not an engagement ring as Dara Dara had never settled down, the same as her younger brother beside her. She was wearing a dress that went down just barely past her knees, it had blue, dark blue and black crystal shards on the skirt, she had dark blue heels on her feet. Dara Dara was KurukVile and Irka's only daughter, at the moment, she was ninety-five thousand six hundred and fifty years old.

"We have no idea, both of us are in agreeance to keep the baby's gender a secret until he or she is born." TazirVile said.

"Have you thought up any names?" Dara Dara asked.

"Yes," TazirVile replied. "Lhaklar for a boy and Eglacia for a girl."

"Like those names, going with tradition and adding Vile to the end or keeping it plain?" KurukVile asked.

"Vile will be added." Angel replied.

"LhaklarVile or EglaciaVile Surfeit..." Triskull rolled the names around on his tongue. "Nice twister, there, Uncle."

Angel still didn't trust Triskull nor liked him being so close and she believed he picked up on it. A few months ago he had kicked her in the stomach during a fierce battle, it had made her placenta rupture slightly causing her to think, a week and four days later, that she had miscarried her baby. Triskull was lanky in build with a lot of muscle on his arms and legs. He had a body of full flesh which was dark blue, almost black, in color. Despite his name's meaning, he had just one skull. He had glowing yellow eyes with black pupils. The tip of his right horn had grown back while the left was still regaining its length, he had lost the tip of his right horn and his full left horn when TazirVile had attacked him after Angel had told him that she had miscarried their baby. His elongated ears ended in skulls that were a dingy white in color. He had a collar with spikes on it around his neck, a chain ran from a circle on the collar to his belt which was dark blue in color. He had a pair of wings attached to his back, the webbing was red and ripped in places. He had a pair of shoulder guards on that resembled the top half of a pair of jaws, there was even a row of teeth on the bottom, the shoulder guards were black in color and ended in a pair of dull gold skulls on both sides. He was a thousand years younger than Dara Dara.

"Did Eldass tell you that Shaam arrived?" Angel looked up at TazirVile.

"No, actually this is new to me of his arrival." TazirVile replied. "Where is he?"

"Last I saw, up in his chamber." Angel replied.

"Now the fun starts," KurukVile snickered. "careful ladies, he likes messing around with that accent of his."

"He did speak in an accent when he saw me." Angel said.

"He likes to make a lady smile." Irka said, then she chuckled. "And it works wonders."

"Tot so lass?"

Everyone started talking at once when ShaamVile entered the living room, he took a seat beside KurukVile who happened to be his oldest grandson. ShaamVile and KurukVile looked very alike except that KurukVile's body was fully muscled, very much a body builder throughout, while ShaamVile's body was muscled on the top while from his waist down he was slender. He was wearing a dark gray jacket that was long on the left side, going all the way down to the floor, the right side went only to his waist then stopped. The hems and pockets of his jacket were gold embroidered. Underneath his jacket he wore a white shirt and a dark gray vest that had dark gray buttons. He had dark gray pants on that had silver buttons on the sides and black boots that's tops were pulled down. There was a gold chain in his left side jacket pocket that ran up to the right side vest pocket, attached to it was a small gold pocket watch. He had a silver chain running down from his left elongated ear, it had a triangular adornment on the end.

"My goodness, look here, two lovely pregnant ladies." ShaamVile said. "I come back after two hundred thousand years and am thrust into great-granddaddy duty."

"I think you and your son will be very happy when they come." Irka said.

"Duru coming as well?" ShaamVile asked.

"Yes, he was sent an invite." TazirVile replied. "Cyla as well."

"Fantastic, had supper with them last night but they never mentioned coming here." ShaamVile said. "Course, I never said anything as well."

"Did you get your phone fixed?" Angel asked.

"Oh yes, the disctrict was suppose to keep all estates of mine in tip top form until I returned or was assured passed." ShaamVile replied. "I walked into a madhouse!"

ShaamVile went on about how he had walked into his mansion, which was near the house that he had been born, raised and had married and raised his own children in, to see it was in an extreme fashion of disarray. When he had left the residence he had covered all furniture with sheets and had ordered his staff to come in on weekends only to do some dusting and that was it. When he had returned the sheets had been very chewed up by rodents, there were rodent droppings all over the floor, four windows had been shattered, three large holes were in the wall and the furniture all had to be replaced, the floors and carpeting also needed to be replaced. He had gotten all that done after he had gotten his vaults and private accounts re-opened and had squared everything away on his conquered galaxies and planets. When all of the remodeling had been finished he had found a new problem, rodents had gotten into the walls and had chewed the wiring to bits. All of the electrical wiring, pipes and the works had to be replaced.

"I had just gotten all that fixed up when I got the invite." ShaamVile said.

"I shudder to think what your other estates were like." KurukVile spoke up. "I had to keep on the district to keep up my father's estates."

"I checked into them, interestingly it was just my lastly purchased estate." ShaamVile replied. "All others, including others on other planets, were in good form."

Angel was curious about how things worked out for beings that were away or not assured passed, she asked and ShaamVile answered. He told her that all vaults, private accounts and estates were to be locked up tight with minimal staff allowed in to deal with the matters of the estates. No one else was allowed to enter the vaults or private accounts, not even family, and nothing was spread or handed out until it was assured that the owner was found. She found that he had written a last will and testament and that it had been taken out along with the other important documents but that since he or his body had not been found the will and documents couldn't be read out and his estates and monetary items couldn't be handed over to their wished holders.

"So, everything was as you had left it?" Angel asked.

"Not a coin missing, all intact." ShaamVile replied, when Angel pulled up sharply he sat up straight. "You alright?"

"Yeah, baby just kicked." Angel replied.

KurukVile knew what was about to be asked and he stood up, Irka slid over and TazirVile gently carried Angel over to the couch that she was sitting on. ShaamVile sat between Irka and Angel, who was gently placed on the couch. ShaamVile placed his left hand on Angel's stomach and his right on Irka's, almost at once he turned and looked at Angel. Angel didn't need to be told that the baby was moving quite a lot, she could feel it. Angel imagined that the baby had seen something tasty on the oak coffee table that had a glass top that was between the couches and was wanting to pop out to try it. For some reason, that imagining made her suddenly have a craving for red jello with orange and pineapple slices inside.

"My goodness, Angel!" ShaamVile exclaimed. "You and Tazir have a runner in there. Won't stay still a second."

"Moves a lot more than Bile did when he was in me." Angel chuckled.

"Irka, you're baby is a mover as well." ShaamVile turned his head and looked at Irka. "That kicking or the hands punching out?"

"Would not be surprised if I have a mini boxer in me." Irka chuckled. "Kuruk can tell you how much he's almost bounced out of bed by Baruk."

"So we have an assured boy in there?" ShaamVile wrapped his arm around Irka's shoulder. "Little great-grandson?"

In answer, KurukVile reached into his back pocket and took out his wallet which was deep brown leather and bulging in cash. He took out a series of photographs, they were sonogram stills of his and Irka's unborn son, he handed them to ShaamVile who slowly took them. He looked through the still images quickly then he handed them back, KurukVile placed the stills back in his wallet then placed his wallet back in his back pants pocket. Angel had leaned back against the couch, she was tottering between being awake and falling asleep. KurukVile walked around the couch then leaned down and placed his hand on her stomach, that made Angel's eyes open wide.

"Whoa now, brother you might need to take this one out for a run after its born." KurukVile said. "Running a marathon in there!"

"That a lad in there or a lass?" ShaamVile asked.

"We won't know until he or she is born." TazirVile answered.

"Keeping it a secret until then?" ShaamVile nodded his head. "Like that, Lad. Willing to say it's a lad though, moves a lot."

The men in the room decided to head to the in-house bar that was built in TazirVile's mansion when Ashaklar and QeetaVile, Ashaklar's only daughter by DuruVile and TazirVile's younger full sister, KurukVile's younger half-sister, walked into the room. TazirVile stayed behind to make sure Angel was comfortable then he followed the men. Ashaklar sat beside Angel while QeetaVile sat in the brown leather chair. For a short while the room was erilly quiet and Angel had a feeling it was because Ashaklar was present. Ashaklar got along well with others but she did tend to have a strength to her when it came to putting on in their place. Ashaklar had along, petite body with medium-sized breasts that made her look unbalanced. Her long arms ended in hands that had suction-cups on the tips. Her skin was dark blue and her eyes were a shiny silver. She was wearing a periwinkle dress that was pretty tight around the beasts and hips, periwinkle slip on shoes and a delicate necklace that hung down low that had periwinkle Swarovski Austrian gems and elegant briolette crystal teardrops on a pearl chain. When Ashaklar had arrived Angel had pulled her to the side and had asked her if she had the eye ailment which her son had, Ashaklar had surprised her by taking off a clear covering from her eyes which she had called a goggled contact.

"You two look like you need a nap." Ashaklar said gently. "Look tired."

"Trying to stave off one," Angel replied. "just got up from one."

"Same here, not easy either." Irka said, then she started laughing. "I forgot how much fatigue a woman goes through in the latter months."

"How along are you again?" QeetaVile asked.

"Six and a half months," Irka replied. "two weeks behind my granddaughter here."

Angel turned and looked at QeetaVile Surfeit, the only daughter Ashaklar and DuruVile had made in their marriage. QeetaVile, or Qeeta as everyone called her, was a tall being that stood just an inch taller than she did and had teal colored skin and circular silver eyes. Unlike her brother, Qeeta hadn't inherited the sensitivity to sunlight, she had no goggled glasses of contacts on. She had long, jet-black hair that was braided on the ends and, just like her brother, she had suction-cups on the the tips of each of her fingers. She had small breasts and a petite, pencil thin-like body. She was wearing a red blouse and dark gray slacks, she had red slip on shoes on her feet. Qeeta was five hundred years younger than TazirVile.

"Angel looks right happy." Dara Dara said, breaking the silence.

"Yes, Tazzy has made sure to have her right comfortable and happy here." Ashaklar answered.

"No fussing or fighting?" Irka asked.

"Only two," Angel replied. "nothing real serious."

"He's not being pushy or overbearing, he's being real gentle and slow with her." Ashaklar said.

Irka looked at her granddaughter, this was a surprise. Angel had been so sour and temperamental when she had been living with her father, she had expected for her to of been a bit more on the tempered scale. Irka couldn't believe how beautiful her granddaughter was, she was very radiant. Angel Irene stood a good five foot seven inches tall, despite her pregnant belly she had a very petite body and some good curves which, Irka knew, drove the men crazy. Angel had long, fiery red hair and emerald-green eyes that had a single golden-yellow ring around the black pupils, the golden-yellow ring around her pupils she had inherited from her father. Angel's skin was honey-colored and smooth. She was wearing a thin material, tight filling, long dark purple gown that's top was pulled down some, her breasts were shone and dark purple slip on shoes. Just from the sight of the necklace that Angel was wearing, Irka knew that she had been pampered and taken good care of. TazirVile was loaded with cash, and with a centimillion coming in each day he could afford to pamper a woman daily. Angel had hanging down from her neck an 18K gold, plated alloy and Resin, which was an imitation gemstone, necklace that had a purple Cubic zirconia crystal that was styled like a spider.

"Sorry to pry but, what were the two fights on?" Dara Dara asked, she was curious. "Was it because he had gone to conquer the Bula Galaxy or..."

TazirVile had been given the nickname of Conquering Comet after Angel had taken his young daughter, Eshal, as an act of teaching him a lesson for slapping her and disorienting her, allowing her father to capture her and her son when she had been on Earth. TazirVile, whom everyone called Tazir or Tazzy, or in Angel's case, Taz, had thought that it had been the Dolis family, the former ruling family of the Andromeda Galaxy that he had been working on conquering for quite a few years that had his daughter and he had gone and attacked the rest of the planets looking for Eshal. Angel had returned Eshal on Ite, Ute's red iced moon, and she had been captured soon after. TazirVile's title had been cemented right after he had gone and conquered the full extent of the Bula Galaxy, which had thirty planets in it, in a week which had shattered the record for conquering a galaxy of that size. When he had returned he had been rather tired, a week of no sleep, going from planet to planet, conquering sometimes five in a single day, but he had been rather happy to see her. He had slept well for a few days, left her be then had gotten a bit antsy which had started to get on her nerves.

"You know how a man is when he comes back after a long stint away from a female in his house?" Angel asked.

"At first tired, sleeps for a day or so then gets real horny." Irka said, she then started laughing. "No surprise there, why I've had to really get on your grandfather a few times just for that."

"Both fights were because of that." Angel said. "Had a hard time keeping his hands off of me."

"No fights since?" Dara Dara asked.

"No, he cooled down afterwards." Angel replied.

TazirVile led everyone to his in-house bar and started sending out drinks, there was already one in the room who had a glass in his hand, he slid a fresh glass down the bar's counter to him then made himself a Bourbon. He walked around the bar and took a seat at one of the three tables in the room. He had also overseen the building and design of this room, it was a large bar that he made sure to keep stocked on the best beverages in the galaxy. The doorway had no door to it, he had concocted a spell to make vines and leaves grow around the door frame. The ceiling had a gold domed light in it which was lit up, it cast a golden glow down onto the room's burnished copper floor. There was a counter in front of a tall shelf that was built into the wall that had bottles upon bottles upon bottles of wine and champagne and other beverages on it. There were three nozzles and hoses on the counter. There were three round tables in the room, all brown wood with very polished surfaces. Each table had a stool near it, each stool was built into the floor so it couldn't be moved around. In front of the bar's counter was six stools, all built into the floor.

"She looks very happy," KurukVile said. "very comfortable."

"Done all I can to make her so." TazirVile said. "She's one of them women that don't like being pushed around. Ask nicely, she complies, don't and you have a problem."

"Surfeit women are like that, Lad." ShaamVile said. "That her over on that wall there?"

TazirVile blushed, he had been a bit naughty one night about two weeks ago and had taken a camera out after he and she had had a romantic bed night. She had been nervous about it but had come around after he had promised that any images taken wouldn't be passed around. There was on that he had developed and framed up, whenever she came into the room he'd be fast to press a button he had placed under the bar's countertop to hide the picture. The picture was of him holding her close to his body in the bed, her fiery red hair was slightly covering the side of her face and she looked fabulous. Her lower breast could be seen as her arm was up on his chest and her pregnant belly was slightly lower in the frame. Her eyes were very bright and she had a very satisfied smile on her face. TazirVile had another photograph hidden up in his study of her, she was fully naked but her hair hid her nipples and her lower body was turned slightly so that her pregnant belly could be fully seen, that photograph had been taken the week before.

"Don't feel shame, Brother." KurukVile snickered. "Have one of Irka as well. No one said us men can't ogle the goods of our women."

"One fine lady there, very fine curves." Cheshire Ubalki spoke from the bar. "Keep her close, surely others would be looking as well."

"Wherever I go with her I have noticed men's heads turn." TazirVile said. "Don't mind it. Like most men, I don't mind others looking."

"Just no touching though." TazirVile, KurukVile and ShaamVile said together.

It was quiet for a few seconds then everyone burst out laughing, TazirVile got up and went behind the bar, he pressed the button under the countertop and the photograph on the wall flipped. He returned to the tables with two bottles of Spritz and that was when the talking got serious. The typical male talk of how she is in this area of courtship, in that area of courtship, how she reacts to certain situations during a sex act and what romantic situations she likes best. During their talk the door bell rang, Losal, a tall Goblin with green skin, a few warts on his face, a thin but long nose and scraggly brown hair on his head wearing a purple tuxedo, went and answered the door. DuruVile Surfeit and his wife, Cyla, stood outside. He stepped aside, allowing them in, then told them where their chamber was. DuruVile walked up the stairs then disappeared, his wife went with him. Losal went to the bar to relay the news of the arrival of his master's father and his wife.

"Master Tazir," Losal said, he walked into the room then stopped and bowed politely. "You're father and his wife have just arrived."

"Ah, everyone has arrived now." TazirVile said. "Good."

"Everyone?" KurukVile looked up sharply. "You didn't..."

"Brother, I'm not so sure on inviting him over." TazirVile said quickly, he knew who his brother was referring to. "I don't want her stressing out or fighting."

"You have good intentions, but surely he'd want to be here when his grandson is born." KurukVile said.

"You been in contact with him?" ShaamVile asked.

"Yes, quite a lot of fighting between us still." TazirVile took a drink from his glass. "I don't want him here making Angel stress out. Not at this delicate time."

"Lad, although I agree with you on that I do think it is best for him to be here." ShaamVile said. "I'd send an invite but, be sure that you mention that if any fighting happens he's to leave."

"Right, give him a warning." Cheshire said. "Stress her out and you're gone."

"Did I tell any of you that he threatened to have me thrown out of the galaxy?" TazirVile said.

KurukVile leaned back, his oldest son was a difficult one to get along with, he knew as he was also having a difficult time getting along with him. He had disowned his oldest son fifteen thousand years ago when he had gone over family tradition, which was that the Surfeit family left their birth galaxy alone and conquered galaxies outside of their birth galaxy, and had conquered the M-51 Galaxy which had been the birth galaxy of all but one of the Surfeit's main branch. His son, Master Vile, had not accepted that he had been given the status of sub-ordinate male when it came to his daughter, who was also his mate and who had birthed his son nine months ago. TazirVile was telling everyone how Master Vile had threatened to throw him out of the galaxy, seize all of his assets and properties and denounce him as his uncle because he had his daughter living in his house and because she was still pregnant with his child.

"Son, are you aware of the Court of Elders?" ShaamVile asked.

"Yes, very aware of the Court." TazirVile answered.

"He does that, take your case to them." ShaamVile said. "How long have you been living here and how long have you had your residences in this galaxy?"

"I have a total of five estates in this galaxy, one on this planet," TazirVile said. "been living here way before he was born and my estates on the other planets were built many years before he was born."

"Then he can't touch your estates and he can't kick you out by Code of Residence." ShaamVile said.

"That's right, he tried kicking me off of Gamma-Vile after he had conquered the planet." KurukVile spoke up. "Took my case to the Courts and they honored my residence and estates due to my holding them before he had even been born. If you're a member of a prominent family and you've been on the planet of the conquered before the birth of the conquerer then you, your assets and estates cannot be touched. It's the law."

"He acts like he's above the law!" TazirVile snarled. "Sorry for my voice but that's how he acts."

Cheshire Ubalki nodded his head, he had no idea how Master Vile truly was but he did know from Tazir's telling him over the phone that he was giving him a lot of trouble. Cheshire Ubalki was TazirVile's mother's husband, he and Ashaklar had been married for sixty thousand years, had three son's and a daughter and were hoping for more. Cheshire was wearing a brown tuxedo jacket, a white buttoned up shirt with a gray vest underneath it that had dark gray buttons and brown pants and shoes. There was a gold chain going from his jacket's left side pocket up to his vest which had a small gold box connected to it, inside the box was his snuff. He had inherited the sensitivity to sunlight in only one of his eyes, he wore a goggled monocle over his left eye. He had dark blue skin, almond-shaped eyes that were bronze-colored and he stood six-foot three inches tall. He had a lot of muscle on his arms and chest while the rest of him was slender. TazirVile spoke a bit more with his brother and grandfather about inviting Master Vile then stood up, he went to the fully wooden phone that was attached to the wall and started dialing Master Vile's number.

"Yes is my nephew at home?" TazirVile said into the receiver of his phone. "I'd like to speak with him, important... yes I'll hold..." TazirVile leaned against the wall for a few minutes then stood up after his nephew spoke into the phone. "yes, nephew I did wish to speak with you. As you know Angel is pregnant and... not she hasn't... well, anyways I was wondering if you'd like to come over for a short stay... yes... yes, everyone but you and you're family is here... seven months... alright but I am going to make a small rule here, you listening?... Alright, the rule is this: do not stress Angel out, she's heavily pregnant, I have two pregnant women in my house who need not to be stressed... say again?... Nephew, I know she is your daughter... well just don't start any fights and you'll be fine, if not, you're out... Alright I'll see you, Rita, Rito and Lord Zedd in three days."

TazirVile returned to the table and resumed drinking and the small talk that the other men were having. Master Vile had said he'd come but he had not given an assured yes on not starting up any fights or keeping a down low, he was a bit nervous. Angel and Irka had gone up to their respective chambers for a rest while Dara Dara, Ashaklar and QeetaVile were talking in the living room. DuruVile and Cyla decided on an early nighter, it was just past eight and at the time, no one was really hungry. A lot had gone on that day and everyone was tired. TazirVile, KurukVile, Triskull, ShaamVile and Cheshire all retired at ten, they all went to their chambers and Dara Dara, QeetaVile and Ashaklar followed soon after. The mansion was swiftly turned out of all lights twenty minutes later and the Goblin staff who lived in the mansion with their master went off to their chambers underground.