Author note: Hey guys I am new I know my writing is pretty bad and English is not my first language I am trying to be good in this kind of thing you know I want to write novels so this is a little experiment and I just want to say this if don't feel like reading you don't need i am not forcing you I am being inspired by lotm and vampire diaries I am not best so I am doing it for practice bye and enjoy

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In the large castle belonging to the Morgrave family, four people stood in a grand chamber. One woman lay on the bed, exhausted, while a man stood beside her, cradling a newborn baby in his arms. His blood-red eyes gleamed in the dim light, and his sharp fangs, capable of piercing through anything, glistened as he smiled.

"What name do you want to give him, Sylas?" the woman asked softly.

The man, Sylas, gazed down at the child in his arms and murmured, "Hmm... Cassius Storm Morgrave."

The two women standing in front of them spoke in unison, "That is a very good name, Emperor."

Sylas smiled at their approval. Suddenly, a small child entered the room, his expression filled with concern.

"Mother, are you okay?" the boy asked.

"Yes, I am okay, Aurelis," the woman reassured him gently.

Sylas, however, turned his cold, emotionless gaze on the child. "I thought I told you not to come here."

"But I was worried about Mother," Aurelis replied, his voice wavering.

Selene, the woman on the bed, looked at Sylas with soft eyes. "Oh, Sylas, don't be so harsh on him."

Sylas, however, remained stern. "Stay out of it, Selene. This is none of your business." He turned his piercing gaze back to Aurelis. "You will be punished for disobeying me. You will spend one month in the bunker."

Aurelis clenched his fists. "But Father—"

Sylas cut him off with a fierce glare. "It's an order."

Anger flickered in Aurelis's eyes, but he swallowed his protest. "Fine," he muttered before storming out of the room.

"You two may leave now," Sylas said, addressing the two women still standing nearby.

"As you wish, Emperor," they responded, bowing before exiting the chamber.

Once they were alone, Selene looked at Sylas, concern evident in her voice. "Why are you so harsh on him?"

Sylas handed her the newborn without meeting her gaze. "You already know the answer."

"I do," Selene admitted, "but I don't want him to grow to hate you."

"He needs to be strong," Sylas said coldly. "He is weak."

"It's not his fault," Selene said, her voice laced with worry.

"I know," Sylas replied, his tone dark. "It's because of your bad blood that he is like that. Pray that Cassius turns out to be strong—if not, you will pay for it."

He turned and walked toward the door. As he reached for the handle, he hesitated for a moment before looking back at her. "I shouldn't have married you," he said, then exited the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

Selene, her face filled with sorrow, looked down at Cassius's tiny form and whispered, "I'm sorry for what I am about to do."

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The Next Morning

"Mother! Mother! Where is our little brother?" two young voices chimed with excitement.

Selene turned to see her two children, Caius and Celine, standing in the doorway, their eyes gleaming with curiosity.

"Caius, Celine, why aren't you in your rooms?" she asked gently.

Caius pouted. "Come on, Mother! We want to see our little brother!"

Selene smiled at their enthusiasm. "He is sleeping in his room."

Celine's face fell with disappointment. "Can't we see him?"

Selene knelt and comforted her. "He will wake in about two to three hours. In the meantime, why don't you both go outside and play?"

Caius and Celine's faces lit up. "Yay!" they cheered before dashing out of the room.

As Selene watched their retreating figures, her expression darkened.

'He is gone… I am truly sorry, my children, but this was for his safety.'

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In the Human World

Across the street, in front of a grand mansion, security guards stood at attention.

"Michael, where did he come from?" one guard asked, glancing at the small baby in his colleague's arms.

"I don't know, John," Michael replied, his brow furrowed.

"We should report this to Ma'am and Sir," John said firmly.

"You're right," Michael agreed.

They carefully picked up the child and carried him inside the house. In the lavish living room of the mansion, a broad-shouldered man sat on an elegant chair, his expression curious as he observed the bundle in Michael's arms.

"Michael, where did you find him?" the man asked.

"Sir, we found him at our doorstep. We have no idea who left him there, but this note was with him." Michael handed the man a folded piece of paper.

The man unfolded the note and read aloud, "If you are reading this, I had no other choice. I had to leave him. His name is Cassius. I hope you can take care of him."

The man's eyes narrowed with intrigue. "Interesting… What do you think, Elena?"

A woman sitting nearby, Elena, smiled warmly. "I say we take care of him, Paul. He's such a cute baby."

Paul let out a hearty laugh. "From now on, you will be Cassius Paul Saint."

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