Prologue
Lucivar Yaslana, Ebon-grey Jeweled Warlord Prince of Ebon Rih and Daemon Sadi, the Sadist, a Black Jeweled Warlord prince, two of the most feared men in the history of the Blood stood side by side in SaDiablo hall. Most men, even most women, would get as far away as possible from even one of them, with both of them – it would mean certain death to cross them, but the little boy now standing in front of them didn't seem to care. Indeed, the boy had good reason not to fear these men, Papa and uncle Daemon would never hurt him, well at least not too bad.
"What do you mean we're too late?" Lucivar asked his son. The boy only squirmed a little.
"Daemonar," said Daemon as he kneeled down to the boy's eye level, "what do you mean when you say that your papa and I are too late?"
"Aunt Jaenelle came and got Mama because she said she needed her so Mama told me to go back to my room since she had to go with Ant Jaenelle for a while but that she'd be back so I waited for her and then she came back to get me and said I could see the new baby and said that you were both too late." The boy stood nervously at the end of his narrative, especially since his Uncle Daemon's face went to pale when he told the about the baby.
"Baby?" Daemon said quietly to himself after he regained the use of his voice.
Lucivar hauled his brother to his feet, "Daemonar, show us where Aunt Jaenelle is."
As the boy led them through the halls, Daemon spoke to his brother under his breath." We just had to out today didn't we? I said I didn't want to go with the baby being so close but now I completely missed the birth of my first child because I was out all over the Realm with you! If it hadn't been for the rings we wouldn't have known it was happening!"
"We got back as quick as we could didn't we?" Lucivar shot back. "Look, don't blame me. Marian and Jaenelle teamed up on me and told me to get you out for once. How was I to know that they only wanted us gone so we wouldn't fuss during the birth? She's my sister, I would have liked to have been here as well!"
Daemonar had stopped at a door and waited for the two men to stop arguing. "Aunt Jaenelle is in here, and I think Mama is with her."
Daemon froze for a moment before rushing into the room. Just inside the door he stopped, too much in awe to continue. There in the bed lay Jaenelle, tired but more beautiful than ever in his eyes because in her arms was cradled their first child. Lucivar came through the door and gave his brother a little push forward. Daemon shook his head a bit and slowly walked to his wife and child. Seeing him approach, Jaenelle smile at him, "would you like to hold your son?" she asked when Daemon stood near the bed.
"My son…" Daemon said to himself while he gathered the infant in his arms and sat down on the edge of the bed. All of the boy's features seemed to be mixtures of those of his parents. Black and gold hair combined into a deep brown, the dark skin of the long lived races darkened the tone of the short lived ones, and the gold and blue eyes combined into a rich green. A huge smile spread across his face and he leaned over, careful of the baby, and gently kissed his Jaenelle. "What should we name him?" he asked, once again looking at the child.
"I was thinking about that while I was waiting for you," Jaenelle replied, a sad look came over her face and eyes. "I think we should name him Morton, as a rememberance."
"Morton," Daemon listened to the name as he said it and remembered the young man he had known with that name and nodded. "As a reminder."
Lucivar Yaslana, Ebon-grey Jeweled Warlord Prince of Ebon Rih and Daemon Sadi, the Sadist, a Black Jeweled Warlord prince, two of the most feared men in the history of the Blood stood side by side in SaDiablo hall. Most men, even most women, would get as far away as possible from even one of them, with both of them – it would mean certain death to cross them, but the little boy now standing in front of them didn't seem to care. Indeed, the boy had good reason not to fear these men, Papa and uncle Daemon would never hurt him, well at least not too bad.
"What do you mean we're too late?" Lucivar asked his son. The boy only squirmed a little.
"Daemonar," said Daemon as he kneeled down to the boy's eye level, "what do you mean when you say that your papa and I are too late?"
"Aunt Jaenelle came and got Mama because she said she needed her so Mama told me to go back to my room since she had to go with Ant Jaenelle for a while but that she'd be back so I waited for her and then she came back to get me and said I could see the new baby and said that you were both too late." The boy stood nervously at the end of his narrative, especially since his Uncle Daemon's face went to pale when he told the about the baby.
"Baby?" Daemon said quietly to himself after he regained the use of his voice.
Lucivar hauled his brother to his feet, "Daemonar, show us where Aunt Jaenelle is."
As the boy led them through the halls, Daemon spoke to his brother under his breath." We just had to out today didn't we? I said I didn't want to go with the baby being so close but now I completely missed the birth of my first child because I was out all over the Realm with you! If it hadn't been for the rings we wouldn't have known it was happening!"
"We got back as quick as we could didn't we?" Lucivar shot back. "Look, don't blame me. Marian and Jaenelle teamed up on me and told me to get you out for once. How was I to know that they only wanted us gone so we wouldn't fuss during the birth? She's my sister, I would have liked to have been here as well!"
Daemonar had stopped at a door and waited for the two men to stop arguing. "Aunt Jaenelle is in here, and I think Mama is with her."
Daemon froze for a moment before rushing into the room. Just inside the door he stopped, too much in awe to continue. There in the bed lay Jaenelle, tired but more beautiful than ever in his eyes because in her arms was cradled their first child. Lucivar came through the door and gave his brother a little push forward. Daemon shook his head a bit and slowly walked to his wife and child. Seeing him approach, Jaenelle smile at him, "would you like to hold your son?" she asked when Daemon stood near the bed.
"My son…" Daemon said to himself while he gathered the infant in his arms and sat down on the edge of the bed. All of the boy's features seemed to be mixtures of those of his parents. Black and gold hair combined into a deep brown, the dark skin of the long lived races darkened the tone of the short lived ones, and the gold and blue eyes combined into a rich green. A huge smile spread across his face and he leaned over, careful of the baby, and gently kissed his Jaenelle. "What should we name him?" he asked, once again looking at the child.
"I was thinking about that while I was waiting for you," Jaenelle replied, a sad look came over her face and eyes. "I think we should name him Morton, as a rememberance."
"Morton," Daemon listened to the name as he said it and remembered the young man he had known with that name and nodded. "As a reminder."
