This son is a perfect blend of myself with his dark blue-black hair, his blue eyes and my full lips. The remainder was his father; three-dimensional features, the aloof, arrogant air, those perfectly shaped slightly slanted monolid eyes, the broad shoulders and tall stature. This son should be mortal, but it is clear that he has a Khaos-kin breath. That his form is a perfection that no mortals can never compare made me rather puzzled.
"How is this even possible? The shell on earth was mortal, with genes that were..." my words trailed off. The shell was supposed to have died, but I still had married and... So then, where was my error in that creation? Was it that during our intercourse I had subconsciously... Wait! Is that even possible? Did we do a soul..? It is not possible, right?
