"Di'ordi, my wife we have been together for eight decades, had several children, grandchildren and great-great-grandchildren. We have lived well, so dying with you is a blessing,"
Wrinkled hands reached slowly to cup an equally wrinkled face, they had lived to one hundred and five years.
Perhaps they could have lived longer but life was chased away by time. Close by were six other males equally as old, they were friends who had been by their side since young. The husband also knew of their feelings threatening to keep them at bay.
Still, a bloodline must be passed on and so he had done a few unspeakable acts that would probably cause his wife to either hate him or never trust him ever again he had no regrets though.
His beautiful wife, he would do anything to keep her and their children safe just as they had.
"Earth is dying, can you not hear it weep?"
"Yes wife, I hear the weeping--we all do,"
"Mm, we will die with her as well. I wanted to see the birth of our fourth great-grandchild. Well, we are among the oldest anyway."
"I am sure the child will be ok,"
"Do you all hate me? We could have left with the ship but.."
He gazed at her lined face, all he saw was the beautiful girl who constantly called him brother, the girl who helped him build up their empire. The girl who danced beautifully for them, who fought beside them.
He loved her so much he found that sometimes it was hard to breathe.
"We had lived a long and fitting life our names will be remembered through our bloodlines," one of the seven-spoke, his white hair styled high on top his head silver gaze sharp, you can tell by the tilt of his eyes and the shape of his face he was of mixed heritage, his stature unusually large even at one hundred and ten years.
"Mm, I grow tired, I am glad to have friends like you. If I have a chance...I hope we become friends once again, but I wish you to not be this lonely. I hope in our next life.."
Her words trailed off, her eyes fluttered closed.
"Jiord! Hurry and begin or she will leave permanently!"
The husband shouted to the silent male partially shadowed in the dark.
Before the eyes of everyone, he went from an old thin man to a lean young male.
With one breath he exhaled all those around relaxed their forms also changing adding their power to create something that would bind their souls.
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The woman who just died all the while, drifted away leaving a small trail.
Time passed and she drifted, before she was sucked into a body.
"Congratulations! A baby girl!"
A woman who presented the child to the mother tried her best not to show disgust.
The mother was flawless in looks though slightly old. She looked to be around thirty-five with bright dark eyes, pink lips and smooth skin.
Even though she had just given birth to a child, she was still beautiful.
The child though within the young woman's grasp was simply dark, with a puffy face and a head of curly dark blue hair.
The worst thing about this is, what will she tell the handsome man outside?
Perhaps she should…
"Give me my daughter," the nurse froze, the beautiful woman before her seemed to look extremely fierce suddenly. Her once black eyes had flecks of blue and the slightly frazzled hair floated slightly in the air.
Her entire being trembled, the young female handed the child over silently and scurried away.
She would call the handsome man and see what this-
The door was pushed open missing the young female by a hair's breadth.
She sucked in a breath of relief when the man quickly strode pass along with another that looked exactly like him.
Blinking the young female quickly rushed to the side area just outside the room missing the fashionably dressed children that were escorted by the private hospital director.
"I don't understand why she would ask for only one midwife! She is the owner, if this gets out would we not be bashed? This-"
"Our mother had kept this a secret for a long time now. There is no need for you to say any more about this, least; the wall that has ears hear!" A boy about fifteen spoke, he was the oldest within the group.
His dark blue-black hair shone from the reflection of the light.
Phoenix eyes were void of emotion but his hearts beat wildly within his chest, the anticipated littlest was born!
Through the sibling bond, he has bombarded but their various emotions causing his already pale skin to become paler making him look slightly sickly.
"Your emotions will affect littlest, learn to control them! For the past year, fathers have been teaching you!"
The second-born looked up at him with a serious face, his hair too, was midnight blue, his eyes though had the thinnest rim of blue around them causing many females to fall for him, he looked like an almost exact replica of the eldest, Di'amond.
The second born is fourteen years old given the name Díó, he was almost the same height as the eldest who at fifteen stood at 170cm, the second three inches shorter stood at 167cm.
"Second will abide by the eldest words as if spoken by mother,"
"Third and fourth obeys!"
The twins looked at the eldest with big eyes, even though the shape was similar they resembled fathers more, especially with their blue gazes, and slightly lighter colour hair, both were born thirteen years prior, respectively known as Dan and Dante, their personalities though were exactly like mothers.
Big brother I will obey as well,"
Di'la who had been the only girl but now is the eldest, normally a girl would have been annoyed but it seemed as though the sister did not mind this at least from the singing bond.