Ashina Mansion,
Year- 1989,
Tokyo, Mid-Night
In the land where frost weaves its tapestry, the Winter Months descend—a hushed enchantment.
Trees, adorned with diamond dust, stand like sentinels in the icy air, a silent ode to resilience. Friends gather 'round hearths, weaving tales of old, finding warmth in shared moments.
As daylight dwindles, stars pierce the velvet sky, casting an ethereal glow upon the snow-blanketed earth. Poets spin verses of introspection, artists capture the glisten on canvas, and lovers seek solace in each other's embrace. Yet, like the thaw that beckons, Winter's grip eases, reminding all of nature's cyclical dance.
In this frozen tableau, the land finds harmony in change, a symphony conducted by the frosty breath of time.
Inside the huge mansion of Ashina's household, numerous important events were taking place which were about to change everything forever.
"Lord Ashina, Lady Hana, and Mistress Akira are about to give birth." Informed one of the housekeepers of Ashina's house while bowing in respect for his authority as the Lord of the house who was waiting for news calmly outside the room.
He was Jinpachi Ashina, one of the few pureblood houses of Quincy who survived the blood was thousands of years old and existed before the father of Quincy.
"Ahhhhh!!!!"
"What happened?" He enquired to the maid next to him in hysteria after hearing the loud agonizing scream of his 2nd wife Akira from the labor room but his heavy voice and aura he was emitting were enough to make the maid drop to her knees out of dread.
Driven by a surge of concern, he dashed into the room without a second thought. The distressing sound of Akira's cries pierced his ears, igniting a deep-seated fear for her safety within him.
Upon entering the room he was taken aback by what he saw. She was releasing a hollow aura and reatsu, while a white fluid was slowly spreading on her face akin to a mask coating the left side of her face.
'Her soul was infected back then by the hollow who attacked her and now it's taking effect!!' He thought immediately recollecting what happened a few years back after she was bitten and gravely wounded by a hollow spirit.
"Fuck! What are you all watching her dying? help her! Do something, damn it!" For the first time in his life, he begged and shouted out desperately for help as he didn't have any solution for the current situation.
Seeing her wife shivering, trembling, and screaming out in intolerable suffering he blanked out like other maids around him.
"Lord Jin. Let… me give birth
then you can put me out of misery by your power…" She suggested, tightly holding his hand as she didn't have another idea.
While speaking she endured the pain as much as possible and it was quite clear she was about to perish from her weakened state of giving birth.
Her blue eyes have lost the light of yearning to live but she held her bright smile that she is satisfied with her life till now with him.
"..." He stood on the spot silently still processing what his 2nd wife demanded. His hand quivered in trepidation of losing his love and powerlessness.
"Akira… please don't do it to me…" He begged coming closer to her, his eyes filled with tears.
He deep down also knew there was no other way now to save her.
"It's my last wish… it was my pleasure LORD!!!!!" She said bidding her last bye to her lover while giving a last push to their baby who was halfway out.
"WaaaaaH!!! Waaah!!"
"Farewell. Akira." Said the sorrowful Quincy husband, finishing his shinigami wife whose body started to be consumed by the hollow inside her soul.
As he executed her body with his Quincy powers both her body and hollow vanished from existence without any trace.
"..." He held his second born or Akira child in his hands emotionlessly, and soon the baby also stopped crying because of the silent and calm treatment he received.
"He is blind…" He muttered in a low-pitched voice in pity while organising his thoughts.
"Lord, let us take care of the baby.. You look after Lady Hana, who has given birth to a healthy baby." Headmaid stated softly not wanting to offend him in any manner possible as she looked at his lifeless, tired eyes.