Mother

23

You were singing to Orion when a familiar character presents himself in your doorway. You welcomed in Kerberos assuming he was here for Roman, but the way he closed the door says otherwise.

" How are the children?"

He says in a hush tone while edging nearer. You tell him a few nonchalant moments from today, and he responds by lifting Zula up into his own arms. She babbles away from the interaction causing him to bring her closer to his chest.

" She's precious, isn't she?"

" Very... There's actually something I wanted to discuss involving this."

" How so?"

He shifts his weight gently putting down your daughter. You follow suit with Orion as he was drifting off to sleep anyways. Now standing, you two were in a close proximity of one another though you noticed he appeared uncomfortable with it. Why is that? He takes a few step backs rubbing the back of neck as he pushes himself to look you in the eye.

" I.. I want to try for a baby."

" Oh! That's great news! Merlin can show you the ones he collected, and he can easily reverse that timeless spell of his-."

" You do realize what I'm asking is illegal?"

You freeze for a second as you come to terms this isn't Zekial or the Board of Witchcraft. Your standards for Kerberos lowered then remembering from wince he came. You were quick to thinking though as your pursed your lips.

" Well, I was assuming that maybe there was a change. Why do you, out of all people, want to break Godly law?"

He sighs as if weighing the pros and cons again, but he melts at the sight before him. Convincing him, he turns back you with sheer determination.

" We can leave Merlin out of this."

You nodded retracting a mass of magic from his stomach just to have him shake his head. Before you could ask if he changed his mind, you find yourself being grabbed roughly at your hips as your lips landed on his snout. You wanted to fight his holding, but his pleading eyes beg you to stay.

" I want one of them. Have a litter with me.. please."

" One and litter are two completely different amounts. Please reconsider a Glassling-."

" I've thought over this a hundred times-."

He pulls back suddenly as if being strucked by lightning, and he sniffs the air quickly before turning to your door.

" And I thought he wasn't interested..."

" Who are you talking about pray-tell?"

" Grim.."

You watch him lead out into the corridor with you following close behind. The Grim Reaper? Why now? He.. He isn't here to try to take Amartya, is he? No. He can't. If Kerberos nor Loki is able to, then how could he? You are the daughter of the actual Astral! The God in charge of the dimensional situation in the magical realms!

You were quick to make yourself to the front door feeling the dark magic wavering off the skeleton. From the way he held himself, he's a cold monster especially as he stared Amartya down behind Merlin. He bared crimson pinprick pupils, and he held a glorious weapon it's blade the sharpest you've ever seen. It's power took your breath away as you imagine how many lives it took.

He was now peering at you now not seeming to be impressed by your presence. You find your way to Amartya placing your hands on his shoulders as you faced this deity.

" You shouldn't be here."

You were surprised at Kerberos admiring his ambition to protect Amartya, and the skeleton scoffed at him not liking his tone.

" I had my reasons, and you know that."

You were now glancing at Kerberos wondering what he meant by that. All he told of Grim is didn't want Amartya, and you two haven't spoken about him since. Before you could further the topic, Amartya pulls at your dress informing he wasn't feeling well. Then as if on cue, a black substance trailed down his boney cheeks, and he starts to have a horrible coughing fit.

" Just like his father. Vile..."

" You will not talk about my son that way!"

You snapped wondering how he could say such a think at the time; you panicking when the same black goop exit his mouth.

" I'll take my leave for it's due to my magic. I just.. I just had to see him for myself."

You swear you could hear a little bit of a compassionate side in his voice as you picked up the child. Merlin eases his symptoms while you're trying not to panick in front of all your sons.

" Is he okay mama?"

Atlas slithers around your legs, and you could see the Grim Reaper take a few steps back not intentionally wanting to make him sick.

" His father was a Ghoul Reaper, and this is a common reaction to me. Our magic are on two spectrums that conflict with each other. It quite a hard concept to explain really. I'll be taking my leave for his sake, but I will return to see how he's doing-."

" Don't go! Please! You look my mama!"

Amartya gained the courage to run up to Grim and cling tightly though his form wasn't adjusting well. You find yourself by his side trying to pry him away for his sake, but you trip on your dress falling into Grim.

" No!"

Counteracting, your magic becomes explosive swallowing you three whole. It causes you to become weak in the knees gasping unto his dark mass of a body, and he grabs ahold imagining this to be your death. You could feel a set of wings flap behind you it being as dark as night with a small skull imprinted on either side. As the scene cleared, your breathing had steadied, and you're able to stand on your two feet... barely. Nauseas washes over you, and you fight the bile rising in your throat.

" Mama! Are you alright? I'm sorry."

You nod as you cover your mouth for a second, but you stalled at Grim's perplexion.

" You're.. You're alive. I thought you were-.."

" Well, you were mistaken."