Golden Blooded

15. Babies.

**This chapter is extremely triggering. Viewer discretion is advised.**

He had sat alone for a long while in the early morning, only able to walk around the living room and bedroom. The office still stayed locked and looming, continually making him curious as to what exactly was in there. How much interesting information was hidden from him?

How would that information affect the war if it was to get into the hands of the lesser evil? Who was the lesser evil?

The couch embraced him like a lover's hug, and he curled his wings around himself, staring at the wooden door with interest. The edges of his wings expanded, as if they were reaching out to accept the tense air between the two beings.

He sighed, pushing himself even further back into the warm plushness that surrounded him. His fingers tapped on the arm of the chair until they ached, and his foot tapped until his ankle cramped. Carelessly, he threw his legs over the side of the chair, curling up into a ball in it, his wings flaring out wildly before flopping down on the ground. The muscles of his crown twitched and he groaned. It took a lot of his energy to not slam his hand down on the wounds.

He might have napped, he might have been staring at the ceiling the entire time. When he began to feel sore from the unruly position, he finally moved, pacing around the room until he had blood back into his body.

When he managed to find himself staring down the bookshelf, looking between the depressing Russian novels, running his fingers over the leather binding of books that could very well be hundreds of years old. Between them rested old, torn books on alchemy and other things that humans used to worry about. He gently tapped the spine of a book about men on the hunt for El Dorado, pulling it out before blowing the dust off of it.

While being terribly queer, it was also terribly racist, and after reading the first fifty pages he was bored of it, putting it back. He looked out of the window, studying the bars that covered it and then the position of the sun. It was only noon. An hour before Toris would be coming back to give him lunch. He sighed, banging his head on the glass. It rattled just enough for him to realize it was either very strong glass, or plastic. He wished he had his magic, just so he could tell what it was.

The doorknob rattled. He glanced over.

Toris opened the door, panting.

"Hey, Alfred!" He exclaimed, pushing two children in front of him, "You're in charge- some dumbass caused a minor explosion in the lower levels, you probably felt it. I'll be back tonight! You have free reign of the castle. Evane, you better behave!"

Evane groaned, struggling out his hold and running over to Alfred, jumping around him happily, making fast, bold declarations that he couldn't keep up with. What did 'playing war' mean? Why would you play war? That sounded rather worrying.

Raivis followed behind his sister, grumbling to himself, his wings practically dragging on the ground. He seemed more tired than anxious today, yawning more than he usually did. Toris was gone as soon as he came, leaving the door open for him to leave. He looked at it curiously.  If he were to escape, now would be the perfect time. He could just kill the kids and fly off. Everyone would be busy.

Evane grabbed onto his hand, smiling. He gave a small smile back, and she began to drag him away, babbling away about something he hardly had the ability to keep up with. Raivis followed lazily, sighing ever so often.

"There's a lake down south that papa takes us to when it's our birthdays!" Evane said, "When's your birthday- I wanna know when we go next!"

"July 4th," he replied, trying to keep up with all the twists and turns she was making. He understood that demons made castles with complicated hallways and passages to make them harder to invade, but he still didn't understand how the guards knew where they were going.