Disclaimer:

Note: I make refernces to the Bible. It talks vaguely about the Nephilim, a race between angels, and man. They are cursed, and rebuled by God, because they are in essence pure evil. I'd go into further detail, but I don't think I should. I am probably saying too much already. This chapter is LOOSELY based on them. Don't actually think my characters are in truth a form of Nephilim, or whatever. Research, because I dun wanna post the stuff. There are some things better left unsaid, or such. I also do not intend to force part of my religion on others, so don't feel like that, k?

Chapter 69: Nephilim

Selphie held the newborn in her arms, cooing over him, and watching him giggle back. Newborns never really understand the world around them, much less interact with it. Then again, he wasn't like other kids. Part GF/ "angel", and human, he was a Nephilim, one chosen for destruction, and to be destroyed. However, their realm was not like the world you are accustomed to. The Nephilim are born with the prospects of good, and of evil. Children of lust, and secrets, they can turn evil quite easily. However that shred of hope remains for the children of the Fallen Ones, those forced into humanity as punishment. Thier children are in limbo, neither good nor bad, or anything. Some doubt they even have souls, but they never had the gifts Tinsir has. She can sense a soul a thousand miles away given her consentration is good, and she can see Dewn's as well as the others. She kows the truth, though she will not say what.

The baby looked up at Selphie, but grew hungry, the fierce appetite of his parents raging in the pits of his stomache. Wails came forth from his throat, screams comparable to banshee cries. Irvine covered his ears, and ducked. Selphie put the child over her shoulder, and patted his back in hopes for the crying to cease.

Tinsir heard her child cry (very loudly due to her sensitive hearing, and Squall heard as well), and left thier bed rushing to her son. Dressed on the way out, she sat on the ground next to Selphie, cradling her child as he fed on her breast this time (NOT a favorite place to feed a baby with fangs from, but oh well, she didn't want to embarass herself).

Squall (preturbed): I thought that you-

Tinsir: Either or. I can from both, but choose not to in most cases.

Selphie: Huh?

Squall: Don't ask...

Tinsir: Ouch, hungry, eh?

Squall (rubbing his son's hair): What are we going to name him?

Tinsir: Your mother said Procella.

Squall: It sounds like a girl's name.

Tinsir: It's Latin for your name.

Irvine: (laughs) You got hosed.

Selphie: Hosed? Where have you been picking up lingo?

Tinsir: (whistles) Ouch. Um, thanks for watching him for us.

Irvine: Glad you're feeling better enough to *ahem*.

Tinsir: Perv., but thanks.

Squall: Did you have to admit it?

Tinsir: It was glaringly obvious.

Selphie: Thought you two weren't gonna anymore.

Tinsir (blushes): It was the pain talking.

Squall: Can we please talk about something else?

Tinsir: Ummmmmmmmmmmmm..... How about we finish his name?

Squall: Procella? How... odd...

Tinsir: YOUR mother said to, and it's YOUR name in Latin.

Squall: Yeah, but make it his middle name then. His fourth middle name, so it won't show up on papers that often.

Tinsir: You're embarassed because of his name? How mean.

Squall: I didn't say that. I don't want him to be. I'm just...

Tinsir: Protecting him. It's fine, and cute. I like the fact that you are doing that. But YOU are the one that's going to explain that one to your mother.

Squall: Whatever.

Tinsir: (glare)...Ouch. I don't think he likes the name either. That's the third time he has bitten me since we said it.

Squall: How about something with water? Keep the family curse going.

Tinsir (blinks): Curse?

Squall: I was being sarcastic. Both of my parents have water names, and I do as well.

Irvine: Well. (laughs)

Squall: .....

Irvine: Sorry.

Tinsir: My name is water in nature as well.

Squall: It is?

Tinsir: Well, yeah. Latisha was who knows what, but Oceania. Also, my name in full form is Tinsir, elven for something water elemental I won't say.

Squall: ...

Selphie: Name him Spring-er!

Irvine (mutters): Squall already sprung her.

Selphie: You're terrible.

Squall: A breed of dog?! How demeaning.

Tinsir: At least with Procella, he had the whole latin thing going for him.

Squall: Do you actually like it?

Tinsir: Not really in Latin...

....

Tinsir: How about Aelin Gaerfalas Morlin Nengul Leonhart?

Irvine: That's a mouthful.

Tinsir: Well?

Squall: How is he going to pronounce that let alone spell it?

Tinsir: We'll call him Aelin for short.

Selphie (holding Aelin again): You poor little thing...

Squall: How about Alan?

Tinsir: It's similiar but means something totally different.

Squall: What does Aelin mean then?

Tinsir: Lake.

Squall: (sighs) Water...

Tinsir: It is my element.

Squall: Point made, but it is still kinda corny.

Selphie: Deal with it. Say it again.

Tinsir: Aelin?

Selphie: Yeah, he smiled.

Tinsir: Have you been speaking in other tongues my little darling?

Irvine: Speaking?

Tinsir: So to speak. Yeh, tiecu.

Aelin (smiles, and laughs, kicks legs): ...

Tinsir: Aw, he knows GF.

Squall: Eh's tecu.

Tinsir: Show off.

Squall (holds Aelin): He's so tiny, and ...twisted...

Tinsir: You're not?

Squall: Not like you, and him.

Tinsir: Of course not like me, no one is. He isn't that twisted; just a sadist like both of us.

Squall: You do realize you are a bit of a masochist.

Tinsir: You are too.

Selphie: Too muchh information for us.

Irvine: Not really. Sephy's a sadist, and a masochist. She like pain, but really likes to give it.

Squall: ...(sigh)... I could have lived with out knowing that.

Tinsir: Um, we should go show Dewn her baby brother. NOW....

Squall: I... know. We really should be going.

Tinsir: Bye!

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Tinsir, and Squall rush out the door, and lean against the wall. They look at each other, and bust up laughing. She kisses her son's forehead, and then Squall's lips. Walking down the hall backwards, she uses her fingers to call them to her, biting her lower lip in anticipation.

Squall caught up, and held Aelin carefully in his arms, making sure not to drop, or mishold the precious one. Tinsir looked up at Squall, tears welling up in her eyes. Squall looked so out of place holding a baby, but he looked like he was acting on instincts at the same time. Squall was going to e okay no matter what.

She swept a tears from her cheek, knowing what was yet to come in thier fates. They rounded the corner to Dewn's room, and entered. The now-7- year-old-by-looks-girl sat on the floor, playing with Ellone with dolls.

Dewn: Mommy, Daddy!

Squall: Hey, Dew... (she hugs Tinsir, and him, and gets on her tippy toes to see the baby) Be careful, okay?

Dewn (sits on chair): I will (nods).

Squall lowered Aelin to Dewn's arms, and she cradled him carefully, making sure to support his little head. Tinsir looked, and left the room quietly, crying as softly as possible, hoping no one would hear.