Emperor Cuntur was a proud man. He was a strong man. He never showed any sign of weakness. But at the sight of his wife's lifeless body he completely lost it. This wasn't fair. Why did the Gods do this to him? To her? They ruled the empire kindly and justly. They didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve this.

The voice of one of the servants broke Emperor Cuntur out of his grief induced trance.

"Would you like to meet your daughter?" a nurse-maid sobbed.

Still shaking from misery, the Emperor held out his arms and cradled the newborn in his arms. Unlike most newborns who scream and cry at birth, this child was unnaturally silent. Her big eyes stuck out like they were analyzing every detail of the room. Looking at the helpless babe Emperor Cuntur felt nothing but contempt. This was the parasite that sucked the life out of his beloved bride.

Looking into the child's eyes Emperor came to a realization. He knew those eyes. Why were they so hauntingly familiar to him? He met them face to face in all his nightmares. They were the same eyes that belonged to the leader of pale-faced demons who stole his tears all those moons ago. The baby in his arms was no child of his! He shoved the child back into the nurse-maid's arms.

Emperor Cuntur turned around to bark orders at the two guards stationed by the doors.

"See to it that preparations are in order for my wife's funeral."

"Should we tell the people about the child's birth?" one of the guards asked.

"No" Emperor Cuntur croaked. Tell them she lost the baby."

The nurse-maid cleared her throat, "the child is perfectly healt-"

"Take it away" The Emperor screamed. "Take it away!"