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Julian Holt.
Violet Grey could never seem to understand how a spirit this kind, this pure, could continue to exist even after everything he had been forced to lose and endure.
Julian had grown up at the Keep practically all of his life. His mother, whose name he could never remember or never been told, had mixed up with the wrong kind of crowd since a very young age. She got influenced by the very same people she had sworn to never get involved with, but when she had met Julian's dad, with his icy-blue eyes piercing right into her soul, she couldn't simply just turn back and walk away. Not when he was a song she had longed to hear for a very long time.
It had been a ride, their relationship. As good as it would get with the conditions in the Underground and her lover's profession. It wasn't like she was exactly proud about what he did for a living, as she knew more than well the sort of threats and dangers that came with being a high-skilled assassin, but she also did not feel ashamed.
No, because thanks to him, they were both able to live a pretty decent life.

But this all changed when Julian was nothing more than a tiny little cell in his mom's heating nest.
That ride that had been their relationship seemingly came to a stop when she had told him, cheeks hurting from grinning too much, that they would become a family of three.
She had been so happy, so very happy. Being a mom was something she had always wanted to be, to see a little version of her and the person she loved the most walking up to her with those tiny little hands reaching out for the one thing they knew how to love since the very start.
She wanted that-- so badly. But when his eyes became dark and no grin graced his lips, her smile dropped too.
He became enraged. Boiling out of fear and pure, ice-cold madness. A kid, he had screamed. A kid. It had broken her heart completely, the fact that he did not want a kid, this little bright light in this hell full of darkness. It had broken her more than seeing him walk away from their house and their lives altogether.

He never returned after walking out of that door.
And so did she make her life mission to take care of her growing bump and the life living inside of her to the best of her capabilities.
It had not been easy. Not by the slightest. The Underground had a funny way to make people's lives even worse than they already were-- especially for female's.
But Mama Holt had fought her hardest, blood, sweat and tears to push through and accomplish what she had in mind. What she was doing now for a living left her with little to no pride in her spirit, because what she had to do to ensure her kid a good future was bowing to the lowest of the low in the Underground. Swallowing her pride had already been hard, and having to do it was even much worse; but she would do it, would embrace anything for her love.
And when Julian was brought into this world, on a night that the sky was said to be covered completely in shooting stars and a crescent moon, everything she had done had been worth it. More than worth it.
The first few months were a blinding bliss to her. Having her child now next to her all the time was a bursting moment of joy for her every single day. Seeing her own dirty-blonde hair on his little head, the little fingers in his chubby hands and those icy-blue eyes that had once left her entranced in another life, but now this on her child made her smile from ear to ear--- Julian Holt was like her salvation.
 
But those blissful months were cut short for her.
Back then, she had no problem with her lover being an assassin. Not at all. Because when she was with him she was safe.
But now that he was nowhere to be seen and a child had taken up his place, she did mind it a hell of a lot more. The world thought that Mama Holt and her lover's excuse of a father were still together. And when news had struck that they had welcomed a child --- a healthy little boy --- they had sent people hunting after them. After she and Julian.
When news of that got to her, and when she noticed the pack of men always lurking by her door, she made it her mission to save her child. To save her light in this dark path. And so she turned to the last resource she ever thought she would call--- to the Keep and person that had driven her into this point.
Her knocks on the door were nothing short of frantic, not as she held her baby on one arm as she looked over her shoulder for any sort of danger. But no one came to the door.
And as her knocks got louder and men started cornering her as a fox does with its rabbit, she shielded Julian with her arms, acting like a boulder against all those arms, and whispered to her child all the things she wanted to say to him for all the time they got.