Amgyptapan

Chapter 14: A Soul Reborn

Three males waited outside the birthing room. Two of the three males were adults. The eldest of the three was the Lord of the West in Japan. His name was Molahs.

The second eldest rolled his eyes. He remembered when his four year old younger brother playing next to him was born in 1294. His lord father had been restless then, too. His name was Chandrakant.

The youngest sat on the floor playing with a small rubber ball. Unlike his father and elder half-brother, he wasn't concerned about the going-ons inside the birthing room. His name was Akiva. Akiva, his father, and his brother were of demonic descent.

Molahs and Chandrakant were pure demons. All three had long, white hair, sharp claws, golden eyes, and fangs. The adults' ears were pointed at the tips where Akiva's were on top of his head and looked like puppy ears. All belonged to the dog-demon race.

Akiva's mother was currently giving birth to Molahs' third child; second by her. She was a beautiful princess of pure royal blood. She was also a human. At ordinary moments, she had long ebony hair that reached her calves, vibrant blue eyes, and ruby red lips curled into an understanding smile.

"Father, would you cease your incessant pacing? It's giving me a headache. Your mistress will be fine. She expelled Akiva from her womb four years ago and remained alive. I see no reason as to why this time is any different." Chandrakant cajoled, emotionless.

"I can't help it! A father worries about these sorts of things. I know, someday soon I hope, you will come to understand the doubts of a father for his child being born and if the mother will survive." Molahs said in reply.

"Father, I assure you, Lady Ioyazi will be fine. You don't need to worry." Chandrakant soothed.

"Papa, worrying too much is going to make you feel like utter sheit." Akiva said, startling Molahs and Chandrakant.

"Son, the word is 'Shit' not 'Sheit'. I appreciate your efforts, though. Chandrakant, why can't you be more like your younger brother?" Molahs corrected gently.

"Father, Akiva is only four and can not properly use foul language yet." The younger adult defended.

"He at least makes an attempt whenever he can." His father responded.

"Hey! Arguing like that only makes you look like damned idiots!" Akiva shouted, standing up and putting his hands on his hips.

Both father and eldest son looked at the four year old. Molahs sighed and brushed a hand through the side of his head through his hair to the back. He got so wound up when a new child of his was born that he was on edge the entire time. At long last, the midwife came out.

"You three may come in now and meet the new addition to the Canine tribe." The midwife said.

Molahs was nothing but a blur as he sped past the midwife to his mate's side. Chandrakant shook his head and looked down when he felt a tug on his kimono sleeve. Akiva held his hands up, wanting to be carried. Rolling his eyes, the elder obliged.

"Chandrakant, Akiva, come, meet your new baby sister." Molahs invited.

Akiva squirmed out of his brother's arms and settled between his parents. Chandrakant stood behind his father. The new baby looked a little like Akiva except smaller, didn't have claws or fangs yet, and she only had a tuft of white hair. Akiva was enchanted by his new baby sister.

"Would you like to hold her, Akiva?" His mother, Ioyazi, asked her son.

Akiva nodded. Ioyazi gently handed the newborn to her first born. Akiva couldn't stop looking at his new sibling. He had held a small amount of infants since turning three, but he had never seen any as special as his newborn sister.