DC's Path of Ruin: Book I

March 29th, 2015 - Part 4

Day 103 - March 29th, 2015 : Morning - Around 11 AM (10 AM Smallville, Kansas)

Alva laid in bed with Connor, staring into his eyes. The aching was making his body feel heavier - but they had managed to have breakfast with Connor's parents. He had been left thinking of Brian's request, the negligence of leaving his own personal ambitions. He left it for...him...for this...for us. The unity and strength of 'us' was alluring than any demonic temptation that could be swung at him - even the culturally expected vengeance that his house required. The fires and burning images of their corpses in his nightmares played so heavenly beside Connor's love and affections...maybe things could be okay, maybe death won't be permanent for his family...maybe Black Adam would die and his soul dragged into Hell...but he knew Connor would love him forever.

"Connor...can we talk...?" Alva whispered across the small distance between his face and the Hybrid Kryptonian's. Connor looked at him.

"Yeah. What is it?" Connor asked, his arm wrapped around Alva.

"Connor..." Alva looked down, holding onto the arm sheltering him. He breathed in deeply. "I am really sick...and that is why I am so....eh..e..not well" He mumbled nervously. Connor looked concerned.

"Sick how?" Connor asked confused.

"I am pregnant"

Connor's eyes widened out of slight surprise yet remembering his actions. "Are you sure?" He asked to confirm. Alva jerked up with a gasp and a lining of tears rimming his eyes.

"How dare you doubt me!" He said with pain and turned himself away from Connor with a huff, putting a hand to his mouth. "I let this happen to me..." Connor sighed and turned, wrapping his other arm around Alva.

"I didn't mean to make it seem that way...I just wasn't sure because of your being different.." Alva broke into heavy tears.

"I never wanted this to happen to me" He wept, it was reliving an invasion of something other than his birthed self - seeping inside of him and staying. All reminding him, growing and ever reminded him of all the magic he had to expend just to become the being he was now. It was all wasted. Connor's eyes closed.

He did it again. Once again he found himself, even when only with the person whom he loved, causing trouble. The young man sighed. How could he have been so careless. He should have expected this to have happened. He was blind. Alva squirmed and turned fast in Connor's hold to look at him face to face. Connor was left seeing the tears steaming and the fear on Alva's soft face.

"I...cannot do it...you cannot ask me to have it....but you are my dominus and....it has to be your choice...." Alva looked down "It is your legacy..." He huffed and shook his shoulders - hiding his face in his hands.

Legacy? What Legacy? Connor himself was supposed to be a follower, no an heir, to the seemingly impossible legacy left by the one known to be the 'Man of Steel'. Connor couldn't decide this! He knew that for a fact, Luthor didn't create him to be a father. He couldn't have been...and yet, the thought of it being so...compelling. The thought of having a child being both frightful and exciting....But he couldn't let such thoughts flow. Though strength was held on his face, a great fear of his own was held behind it. Connor knew that for another fact, he would not physically age and through this, his level of maturing was much slower. This was fear inducing as if he should have a child, his own possibly immature judgement may endanger them.

Connor looked away, pulling his arm back. "I won't tell you what to do....we just need to be sure that whatever happens, we're ready for.."

Alva curled in on himself more.