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Constructive criticism is always welcome!
Son of Scathach
Chapter 2 Behold, for he is our prince
Oh, where was I? Ah, yes yes.
The fateful night when our little boy became Scathach's son.
Our little boy right now is cradled in the arms of our beloved queen of shadows, her smile radiant-which sent some of her disciples right into dreamland.
Not because the smile was terrifying, of course. It was just such a rare occasion, it resulted in giving them the false realization that they had somehow fucked up.
And whenever they fucked up, they somehow find their manhood…, bleeding. Literally, that is. The pain is mutual.
Anyway, that is why it became a very strange habit, or ceremony, if you might call it, to kneel down on the floor while giving their best efforts in protecting their family jewels, when potentially angry Scathach walks by.
Luckily for them, Scathach was in a very good mood, so she walked on without even sparing a single glance at the ridiculous sight in front of her. Her attention was completely focused on talking with the giggling baby she held so dearly in her arms.
"You adorable thing, you love mommy so much, don't you, mhnn?"
The dumbfounded faces of her students followed her even after she strode out of their sight. Their expression soon turned into something akin to horror, mixed with undeniable awe.
A certain blue haired, red eyed guy with a ponytail sprung up and shouted.
"Seriously?! Some dick managed to give master a good ol'crea-"
A shadow danced nearby, and he was smashed through several thick brick walls and right into the ocean below, before he could even finish his vile sentence.
"NO vulgar words near my child. Understood?"
A witch from their worst nightmares was somehow standing right in front of them. None even knew what caused the blue guy to take a joy ride through concrete walls-until now, that is.
Thus, they did the most logical thing possible.
They shut up. And took off.
SEVERAL LONG HOURS LATER
A huge crowd of people was gathering in front of the royal palace gates of shadows. Every single person seemed very excited about what was about to happen.
"Look! There is our queen!" A man shouted.
Yes, there she was. Scathach, in her full glory.
On her usual black skin-tight combat attire, there was a purplish cloak with snow-white fur around the base of her neck, and thousands of golden lines fabricated into shape-shifting runes. On her head, there was a silver tiara with an oval ruby in the middle, almost symmetry to her pupils.
But what made the people stutter and babble, was not that. Oh no, it definitely wasn't.
She also wore a thin golden-chain necklace with scarlet fangs strung through it. That was what made the people astonished. You see, there was a tradition for women of royalty to wear the exact same necklace when she had born her first child.
The golden chains were meant to ward off evil and chain her baby's soul with hers, and when said baby is a boy, scarlet fangs were strung through the necklace in the hope said boy would grow into a ferocious warrior.
Scathach smiled at her people gathered under her palace balcony. She took a deep breath and raised her hand.
The cheers died almost immediately.
She raised her baby bundled in white silk, and spoke.
"Behold, my people. Behold this magnificent soul in front of thine eyes. Behold, for he shalt be our light in shadows."
Her words traveled through the people's hearts like the scorching desert winds, igniting something deep within.
"BEHOLD."
Every eye was set on the small bundle, raised high against the sky.
"FOR HE IS OUR PRINCE."
The crowd went wild.
"A prince! ALL HAIL THE PRINCE! ALL HAIL THE PRINCE! ALL HAIL THE PRINCE!"
The chant went on and on, shaking the land of shadows down to its core.
"ALL HAIL THE PRINCE!"
How was this? Yes, short chapter, I know.