"ARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Trista screamed. Dear God, this is too painful, she thought desperately.
"Come on, you can do it," Karma declared. "Amarina, bring some more towels! Kito, get some water! Come on, Trista, hang on!"
"You can do it, Trista," Hades said, reaching out to hold her hand. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it hard enough for the feeling to leave his fingers. "Ahhh…" he moaned.
"Hang on there," Karma. "I think I see a head!"
Trista sighed, then pushed with all of her strength. It was a difficult thing—she felt like she was pushing out her guts.
Fate entered the room. "Ah, almost time. Looks like I'm not too late."
Amarina and Kito both returned to the room with the towels and water. "Here, give me a hand, Fate," Karma suggested.
"Very well then." She and Karma both began to prepare to deliver the girl. "Come on Trista, just a bit more."
"I can't," Trista cried. "I…."
"Ah, here we go. That's it. Almost…got her!" Karma declared excitedly. "How wonderful! She is beautiful!"
"Let's wash her off," Fate ordered. Cleaning her and wrapping the girl up, Fate handed it to Trista. "I believe you'll be very pleased, Trista."
Trista's vision was a bit blurry thanks to the tears that were draining down her face, but she caught a glimpse of a child's innocent face. "Oh, she is beautiful. Look, Hades."
Hades smiled widely. "She is truly beautiful. Very much like her mother. Those wide eyes—only for you. She knows who her mother is."
"Those purple eyes…" Trista whispered. They seem so familiar…
"Yes, and her hair is slightly purple. Mostly black though. My mother had that sort of hair," Hades stated.
And then she realized the perfect name for the child—just as the sign of the planet Saturn embellished itself on the child's forehead. "Hotaru."