In the fortified dwelling of the Silverblood family, renowned and feared across lands for their prowess and lineage, a sharp cry shattered the night's silence—signaling the birth of a new scion. The child was a boy, welcomed with pride, expectation, and a palpable apprehension. His eyes, a striking crimson as intense as spilled blood, hinted at an extraordinary destiny, intertwining his fate with the legacy of his forebears.
The Silverbloods, a family of esteemed stature, known for their unmatched skills in combat and espionage, gathered around their newest member. His birth was not just an addition to their lineage but a continuation of a legacy steeped in mystery and power.
The father, a figure renowned for his unwavering strength and strategic acumen, looked upon his son with a sense of newfound purpose. His mother, equally formidable and revered for her wisdom and cunning, held the child in her arms, seeing in him the future of their illustrious line.
Whispers filled the room, carried on the lips of relatives and close allies who had come to witness the birth. The boy's eyes, they murmured, were an omen—perhaps of greatness or a turbulent path yet to be revealed. Such a trait was unheard of in the annals of their family, and speculation abounded about what it signified.
In the halls of the Silverblood residence, adorned with relics and trophies from countless missions and battles, the child's arrival was seen as a sign of potential upheaval. For a family whose name was synonymous with stealth and shadows, the boy's distinctive eyes were both a blessing and a challenge—a symbol that he was marked for a fate beyond the ordinary.
As the night waned and the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, the Silverbloods prepared for the new chapter in their lives. The child, named Cain in a moment of prophetic inspiration, was set to be raised in a world of intrigue and silent warfare, where every skill and every lesson could mean the difference between life and death.
In the main dormitory of the Silverblood family.
"Seraphina, let me hold my son"
*Seraphina Silverblood is a woman of captivating beauty and sharp intellect. Her eyes, a vivid shade of emerald, sparkled with intelligence and a hint of mystery. Known for her wisdom and foresight, Seraphina was more than just the matriarch of the family; she was a guiding light, a voice of reason amidst the chaos of their world. Her influence extended beyond the confines of their home, her counsel sought after by allies and feared by enemies.*
"Okay, but be careful, he just arrived in this world, Valerius.
Valerius Silverblood, the patriarch of the family, stood tall and imposing, commanding respect and admiration. He was the epitome of a warrior with a mane of jet-black hair streaked with silver and piercing eyes that had seen many battles. His demeanor was stern yet fair, and his tactical brilliance was renowned throughout the lands. Valerius was not just a skilled fighter; he was a strategist, a leader who had guided the Silverblood family to their esteemed status.
As Valerius is holding his new baby in his arms, he remembers two other moments like this one, one 4 years ago when he held for the first time his firstborn in his arms, Orion Silverblood, Cain's older brother. At that time Valerius was more emotional than now, maybe because it was his first time as a father or maybe because he was also younger. And another moment two years ago when he holds in his arm his second child, his daughter Lyra Silverblood. At that time he was ready to destroy the entire world for his daughter.. and now the situation didn't change.
"Be brave my son, everywhere fate gonna lead you, may these red eyes always remember who are you Cain, so you never will yourself.
"I think he looks me darling, well except these red eyes .. what do you think about them?
"Well, for now, I think they are beautiful. And yes, he looks a little like you. He will be a lady killer for sure when he gonna grow up, haha.
"Well, even if he gonna have 20 wives he will always be my little boy, and if they will not be good wives, well, I will take care of them.
"How?"
"How? Well, how I also took care of the bitches that were after you, honey hehe "
Changing the flow of the conversation, with a serious tone, Seraphina asks: "In another case, what do you think about what our spies told about the church and their prophecy?"
Matching her seriousness, Valerius replies: "Huh, just a bunch of lunatics, they better not try anything funny or I will have their heads in a spike."
"So be it, I trust you, husband, just sometimes I fear for our family.. and just sometimes I dream about us being just a normal family.. just the 5 us. "
"You know that will never happen, and you know that it is better this way. We at least can defend ourselves, and have some control over our lives.
As the conversation goes on in the night, forces are moving behind the scenes, but that is a problem for another day for little Cain because right now he is making his beauty sleep. For many days, his day-by-day routine will be like this: drink momma's delicious milk, have his beauty sleep, dream about the moment he killed his brother, wake up, cry, drink momma's delicious milk, beauty sleep again.
After two years. Cain no more drinks momma's milk but it is what it is. He is a little bigger now. So he doesn't need it anymore.. but the beauty sleep is still well needed, I mean, no beauty like his is easy to maintain. Cain's life is like every other 2-year-old life.. except for the moments when he zooms out at random moments, and no one knows why. but he is just a baby, it is not that deep.. right?
RIGHT!?