Part 1: Birth

“The act or process of bearing or bringing forth offspring, also referred to in technical contexts as parturition."

Creation. The birth process is a tedious one for some. Though also unknowingly for some, even time & space have their birthday.

In a world where the creatures of the night dwell, invading nature’s living quarters, & where the impossible is plausible.

Existence as we comprehend it, fringe directly around the bounds of the absolute. All in the form of the Yggdrasill; a transcendental God tree which lived on before the forming of time or reality itself. A fully grown sentient tree, which completely transcends the infinitely-layered hierarchies & dimensional levels on a conceptual degree.

It is referred to as an entirely external abstraction that lies outside of the applications of spatiotemporal dimensionality. An extra-dimensional entity whose sovereignty commands the boundaries between actuality & materiality.

Its roots confine an infinitely boundless quantity of space-time continuums, moderating all that has, will, & hasn’t existed. While each of its branches function as the housing for an infinite amount of complex higher-dimensional duplicating abstract realities.

Its pores bleed primordially, its sap being the conceptual energy known as, “Aether”. A preternatural essence which resides in all; Physical or incorporeal. Able to be manipulated & governed by those worthy.

Nonetheless, oblivion still remains. Encapsulated within a caliginous realm of nothingness & everything. Emplaced between the infinite, & finite domain of totality.

Though the abyss still continues to observe with caution. . .

Nebulous brumes divulge beyond the staggeringly beautiful mistress’s perception, as the glistening lunar ambience lingered onward atop the extensive landscape.

Many sensations; agony, steep grief, a Mother’s shrieking in remarkable affliction. Propelling with inordinate vigor, numerous muscle spasms occurred over the brief period of seconds.

Advancing forward chronologically, the process of creation, known to all as birth is finally complete. Born, conceived at last; via the beauteous Matriarch.

Tranquil silence flooded the environment, Father, a patriarchal figure who's colossal build towered over the maiden mistress’s debilitated, illuminated outline.

“He’s beautiful Athena. I suppose we may finally rest in faultless peace.” the man spoke.

“Hephes. You know that isn’t true. Grief lives on in the darkest corners of the soul.” Athena responded.

A rather awkward exchange.

Birthed, the offspring of both a groom & bride. The young boy was left empty-minded, uncertainty & bewilderment clouding the atmosphere.

What would they do next? Things were approaching rather promptly without hesitation. Nevertheless, they would not sweat the minor, & only contemplate their next objective. Somewhat irritated & confused, the pocket sized child released an acutely strident screech.

The screech reached vast ranges, a screech so mighty, all materials in the ranch-like daycare would have wished they’d never existed. A minor glimpse of the trouble to come. The Father’s grasp then languidly reached outwards, towards a younger boy’s frame with abundant effeminacy.

With a benign & firm grasp, the infant's screams suddenly came to a halt. The infant's eyes drowsy & wistful the Father guided the tiny child to his left shoulder with precise sloth-like movement. Not daring to aggravate the slumbering beast.

The infant was hit with a sudden wave of melancholy, beginning to sob softly before inaudibly dozing off into the dull darkness.

Absolute silence. . .

The child wavers in & out of reality, before quickly being transported back to the present. Snuggly comfort, a content feeling of complete rapture.

The child's eyes open leisurely, immediately beginning to gnaw on its eensy sized right pinky finger as soon as consciousness resurfaced.

All the while emitting a spur of uncertain words. The Father supporting & sustaining the small infant on his own left shoulder. Rocking ever so slightly to grant comfort to his young prince.

Strolling proudly throughout the locale housing complex, its walls constructed out of a golden material. This housing complex was exceedingly expansive in comparison to others.

No matter if it was the glimmering golden hallways, or the elegant yellow & white color palette. The building houses a significantly large compound of various individuals.

A majority knowingly being of the same descent of the newly born infant. The infant's lineage is distinctly affluent in certain aspects of society. Most prominent being financially, & socially. A family secluded strictly in the higher statuses of royalty.

Violent echoes resounded throughout the structure’s walls. An effect of the ménage’s now not so private consultations.

Unco tramps startle the infant, as the Father caresses the newborn with his substantially rigid palms. The newborn, now calm, experienced a certain emotion of gratification.

As it began to search & observe its surroundings. The interior of the establishment seemed similar to something of royal possession. The newborn's eyes sparkling with delight simply at the sight of such belongings.

Suddenly, a sudden state of shock overcame the child. Until suddenly, Hephes’s movements came to a cease. Several massive footsteps could be heard approaching quickly. Prior to the brief halt, a peculiar facial expression would appear. Before he knew it, he was enunciating formal greetings without notice.

"Greetings brother. Hm? Well, well, well. How is the child?” Gazing strongly at the young infant on his brother’s shoulder.

“Ah, yes this is my little devil. Screams like a certain someone I know, hah. He takes after his mother, his eyes, his hair. He seems so much more similar to a majestic beast than expected.”

Responding quicker than the Uncle figure had suspected. The child could only perceive the sounds which resonated within the structure walls. Directly facing the direction over his Father’s left shoulder with a blank expression, it began to feel disturbed.

Due to a seemingly endless absence of activity, it grew bored. Slightly leaning over Hephes’s left shoulder bit by bit, reaching out its grasp, its right index finger moist & saturated with saliva.

Still attempting to tilt over Hephes’s left shoulder, it felt a burly handed figure grasp the center of its upper back. Hephes had adjusted the infant to a more pleasurable position. The infant growing irate, began swaying from both left to right with extraordinary aggression. Hephes became alert, steadily raising the infant right before him. Hephes’s characteristics were characterized rather eloquently.

His lengthy, alluring, black hair, ceased at his spine. Not to mention his monumental build, & most of all his lustrous elegant eyes. Summoning a stunning grin from ear to ear in hopes of pleasing his royal son.

"Basil." Hephes exclaimed eagerly.

“You’ll be named Basil.”

Inert & puzzled, wielding an emotionless expression as he gawked into his Father’s eyes. Giggles escaped Basil’s yawning mouth, its shrill vocals scratching the ears of any nearby personnel. Many notwithstanding, Hephes managed to endure the detrimental laughter of the infant.

With subsequently a sudden echo of silence piercing the ears of every individual within a 5 feet radius. Only the suppressed & indistinct voices of the remnant ménage could be heard in the background.

Basil’s eyes continuing to glitter on. As Hephes thought to himself, these were candidly, the eyes of something otherworldly.

-End