The twins were born after they left Velthomer for Belhalla. It brought him out of his year long slump. Arvis was not present, initially, he was sent for, and Azelle, amongst maids and midwives, was invited. "Please don't make me do this alone," Deirdre said softly.

Azelle could not say no. He held her hand, small, delicate, dabbing her sweaty forehead. He had not been there for Seliph's birth, but he remembered his cries through the halls. She had survived then, she would survive now. She was not as frail as she appeared.

Arvis made it as the first weak cries rang through the room. He attempted to leave, yet Deirdre's hold on his hand tightened. He did not want to be here, to see verified proof of Arvis' misdeeds, to remember what had been stolen by hellfire.

He could not leave Deirdre. She was the only innocent party involved.

Her and the twins.

The second baby was much louder than the first, cries ricocheting off of the walls.

It took a few days for them to be named. It was considered bad luck. Arvis was gone for two days, and stayed with Deidre from the third on.

Julius. Julia.