Jahve was a complete mess, dark circles under his eyes, disheveled hair, clothes poorly ironed, for the neat Grand Admiral the fatherhood of seven babies was too much for him. When he opened the door of the house he had bought in a private development in Elyssium, he had a child in each arm, but he did not even greet the guests, he went straight to the multi-baby crib to take care of the next baby.
When one cried, another was hungry, when another wet himself or something worse, Succubus tried to help but she had the same maternal instinct as an accounting program. All the affection she had had for the pregnancy disappeared right after. She was an efficient mother, there was no doubt about it, at that moment she had gone to buy everything they needed to get through the first few days, but leaving the old man alone with the little ones was too much.
