The red light engulfing the family took a full thirty seconds to finally die down.
When it finally did, the lot of them were surprised to find a new individual seated in Bekka's very lap.
"What... Is the meaning of this...? Why is my glorious soul housed within this mass of flesh..?"
A baby wrapped in a dark red blanket spoke in one of the deepest and most regal voices the room had ever heard.
He also seemed to speak with quite a high opinion of himself.
"...I admit that it is comfy... but it's size is cumbersome and lacks mobility. I am unfond of it."
Suddenly, the baby was engulfed in a swirl of red smoke and left Bekka's lap.
Suddenly, a new figure stood within the middle of the room.
A young man, resembling roughly around eighteen years of age stretched his new body underneath everyone's stupefied gazes.
Was he handsome? Sure, all of Abaddon's sons were.
But more than that, he was jarring.
