"Hush now, my darling, let worries take flight,
The world may be dark, but you are my light.
With each gentle stroke, I weave in a spell,
To guard and protect you from shadows that dwell."
'What?'
Azrael's eyes widened as he looked around the distorted room, the air thick with an ethereal glow. 'I was in Valerian's study earlier...what is this...'
"Brave little hero, my heart and my pride,
In you lies the strength where our hopes all reside.
When danger approaches, your courage will shine,
For you are the beacon, my beautiful child, divine."
'Someone's singing. Who is singing?' Azrael strained to look around, but when he tried to move his head, something or someone tugged on his hair, making him wince in pain.
'What the...'
