In an early morning while the birds still were chirping their morning song, and the warm moisture in the air condensed onto the cold stone bricks and grass. A couple and a nurse are in a room, near the top of the castle. That room is filled with various medical equipment and potions. In there lie a woman which is laboring under childbirth.

"Come on sweetie, push again!" Says the female nurse. She got black dragon wings on her back, tiny pointed horns on her head and legs which look like they come from a dragon. The nurse is covered from top to toe in an expensive looking robe.

The other person in the room kneels next to the laboring woman and holds her hand. He is deep in thought and quiet prayers can be heard from him. The childbirth took them all two hours to perform in total, but in the end a healthy baby girl was born...

Soul pulled from the cycle...

Soul registering newly created shell...

Shell biological parents registered...

Still exhausted from childbirth the man and woman hold the baby girl in their arms. The atmosphere now is one of serenity and joy. Even the nurse is exhausted from this, she just lies down in the armchair in the while taking a nap.

"Darling, what shall we name her?" Says the woman as she gently touch the cheek of her baby. The man looks as if he never been as happy before as he is now. He just can't stop smiling.

"Isabella, maybe after my fathers family. Before he got slain by heroes three hundred years ago, he had a wife with the name of Be'ial'yuna. Sadly she died in childbirth, while leaving me alive." The man sighed as he recounted past history. Isabella then touched him on the chin.

"Ralto, my darling. We got our own future right here on me. Be'ial'yuna will approve dearly." Isabella smiled as she comforted Ralto with her soft motherly voice. Ralto sighs again and put up a smile, and then looks at they newly born baby girl.

"Be'ial'ale, in honor of Be'ial'yuna, my mother. What do you think, my love?" He asks Isabella who looks intrigued by the name. Her tail on her side twitches with excitement.

"Be'ial'ale, is beuatiful. Our beloved Biali!" She then cries out in joy while gently rocking Biali.

Shell name assigned: Be'ial'ale Doombringer

Analyzing shell makeup...

"Be'ial'ale..." Ralto happily says to himself as he hugs Biali. She is now stuck between the warm comforting embrace of her parents. If she would had have a properly developed consciousness, she would had been overjoyed by what is transpiring now.

"I wonder what our daughter will grow up to become? As intelligent as my lovely wife, or as powerful as her father, that is me?" Ralto casually walked toward the window overlooking the bridge to the castle while he talked. He then stops by the window and, and with a pause he asks: "Dear, what do you think of her future?"

"I do not know... The heroes which stopped coming after your father died three hundred years ago, are now coming back..." Isabella starts to worryingly play with her hair while gently rocking Biali back and forth on her chest.

"...damn heroes." Ralto snarls as the cursed 'Hero' word is mentioned. He clenched his fists and looked out far into the horizon. The day his father died is still fresh in his mind and he has not forgiven the culprits for murdering him and getting away with it. He do not trust Terra, the Grand Heaven or even The Eleven Hells at all. The only one he can trust is himself and his family now.

Shell makeup analyzation is completed! General information is ready.

Eldritch Succubi race is acquired.

Makeup: 80% Supreme Evil, 20% Succubi

Ralto then turns back toward Isabella and Biali who still lie resting on the bed. "This can't be a coincidence." He then starts walking down the stairs with determined steps. It is going to be many long nights in the library and study.

Isabella lets out a long sigh. Their happy moment got cut short by the reports of heroes appearing again. Maybe it was a bad time to try for a baby with the appearance of heroes again. But they are a happy family now. She hopes Biali will forgive her for her selfishness when she grows up.

Biali is an unusually obedient baby for her age. She only cried when she was born, and the rest of the time she tried pointing at things she wanted. Only when she was ignored would she cry. Must be those supreme evil genes in her which gives her a cool head.

Only when Biali was nearly two years old did her consciousness completely form.