Chapter 8: Chapter : 8 Good News?
Within the sacred walls of the church like building, a soft yellow glow enveloped the space, casting a cozy atmosphere. Children, ranging from the tender age of one to the innocent years of ten, filled the room. Some older ones lingered, their presence adding to the familial ambiance.
Yet, all attention was drawn to a cradle, cradling the unconscious form of Dylan. His father's drowsy spell had plunged him into a deep slumber, his small frame seemingly defenseless. Little did they know, Dylan's mind remained astutely aware. Every echo from Gremory Castle to this orphanage had etched into his consciousness.
Battling the heaviness that weighed upon his eyelids, Dylan managed to pry them open. In the silent chambers of his thoughts, he reflected, "Those bastards threw me out of the house. They could have at least waited for me to walk on my own legs."
With an air of quiet resignation, he mused, "Well, it was something I had expected." His words held a hint of foresight, as if he had anticipated the unfolding of events leading him to this moment.
Meanwhile in the underworld In Gremory Castle
A resounding thud reverberated through the air as the masked figure leaned heavily against the cracked wall, as though struck by a mighty blow that sent him colliding with the unforgiving surface.
"You had one job, and you couldn't do that," Zeoticus seethed with fury. In the tense atmosphere, Venelana stood on edge, her demeanor mirroring the gravity of the situation, while Grafiya remained in shock within the protective embrace of Sirzechs.
"Master, I deserve punishment. I failed to properly protect the young master, but he is undoubtedly safe. The moment I was attacked, I managed to escape his sight and entrusted the young master to a passerby," the masked individual defended himself.
"I don't want your excuses. Just find him. Where is he?" Venelana demanded, her tone unyielding. However, a sudden change overcame her; beads of sweat formed on her forehead, and her vision grew hazy as her legs faltered. Zeoticus swiftly caught her, and Sirzechs, alarmed, called out, "Mom!"
"What happened? Are you okay?" Zeoticus inquired with concern.
"I'm fine. It's just that suddenly I felt no strength in my body," she explained, her voice strained. Zeoticus wasted no time, immediately ordering for the presence of doctors to attend to Venelana's unexpected condition.
Time unfolded slowly as Venelana lay on the bed, surrounded by the concerned figures of Grafiya, Sirzechs, and Zeoticus. The doctor meticulously checked her, while two maids, Emma and Grace, stood nearby, their presence adding to the atmosphere of anticipation.
"Is Mother okay?" Sirzechs anxiously inquired.
The doctor, diverting his attention from Venelana, reassured, "Everything is fine, and she is healthy, but..." A moment of suspense lingered in the room as everyone awaited the continuation of the doctor's words. "There is good news," he finally revealed, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Good news?" Sirzechs questioned, his eyes widening.
"She is pregnant, and the baby seems quite healthy and powerful, as it's demonic energy can be already felt," the doctor disclosed. Sirzechs' gaze shifted towards Zeoticus, who averted his eyes, an unspoken complexity underlying his emotions.
With a subtle nod, Zeoticus acknowledged the news. The doctor, sensing his job was done, prepared to leave. "So, I will take my leave. If there is any problem, you can call me," he offered before making his exit.
"Grace," Zeoticus beckoned, indicating for her to accompany the doctor. As he sat by Venelana's side, tenderly caring for her, while Emma's eyes betrayed a sense of sadness, adding a layer of complexity to the unfolding events.
Meanwhile In the enigmatic expanse of the unknown cosmos, a celestial azure glow streaked through the cosmic void, resembling a meteorite yet diminutive enough to cradle within a human palm.
Its swift trajectory cut through the vast emptiness, navigating through the cosmic tapestry of stars and asteroids. As it approached Earth, it seamlessly traversed the atmosphere, lacking the expected sparks, until it hovered in the night sky, framed by the silhouettes of urban structures, the moon casting its pale glow.
With ethereal elegance, it chose a peculiar destination—a church-like structure. Transcending physical barriers, it passed through walls as if woven with the fabric of translucency. Inside, it navigated with purpose, an enigma in the night.
Its trajectory unfurled towards a cradle where young Dylan lay, innocent in his slumber. The bluish glow, a celestial guardian, hovered just above him with a cosmic serenity.
Dylan, in his nascent awareness, perceived the intrusion as an unwarranted brightness. "What is this? It's bright, dammit! Who put a bulb near my face?" Dylan mused in his infantile thoughts, attempting to shield his eyes with tiny hands.
As the luminosity subsided, a sphere of bluish light floated. Dylan's small hand moved forward, palm outstretched, and as it clenched, a blinding radiance enveloped him.
To be continued...
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