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Heswina was laying in bed, almost fully clothed, fast asleep. She had no idea that caring for a child was so much work! The small imp like creature, Jekirk, had constructed the crib, as Heswina requested, and Diana was fast asleep at the foot of the bed. Not having time to crawl all the way into the massive bed, she just fell asleep on Xol's half of the bed, uncovered. Breathing softly she faced the door, and held an empty bottle in her right arm, that hung limply off the edge of the bed.

((Hehehe, like a dog on a leash...*whip!*))

Heswina was awake, but the golam laying on the bed was fast asleep. She watched through the eyes of a second golam, that remained awake and watching the young Diana. Her aura was non-existant, her scent smelled only of the air around her, the mental link that may have pointed straight at her was gone as well. There was nothing to give her away, she was the air around her.

"What's wrong with my golams?" Heswina's voice came from no where. The golam on the bed was suddenly very awake as it sat up. "What do you want to say that requires the real me being anywhere?" It wasn't so much as she didn't trust Xol, but more as she was too paranoid to leave her sanctuary.

"Xol...Xol...Xol, I'm so sorry that you did that." The child, which was now crying quite loudly on the bed, began to glow brightly. The golams felt the ensuing pain of the young baby and cried out as well. Pain rippled through the three beings, only the golams were not strong enough to contain it and ended up dieing. The baby, though, did not die...instead it continued to grow in power. Back at Heswina's real body she closed her eyes and cradled the real Diana close to her heart. It slept soundly, not knowing of anything her mother did. "And now your father is dead..." Not really expecting Xol to die in the ensuing explosion, she used it as more of a mediphorical sense. The false baby continued to grow and expand in power until...it reached it's max. The small baby exploded in a destructive torrent of pure energy.

Xol pushed himself along on a rolling chair, from container to container. There were rows upon rows and each was roughly ten feet tall and five feet wide. The container at the front of each row had a terminal and status screen for all the others. He was growing impatient, the blood taken from Focht wasn't garnering him any successful brood. Rather, there were incomplete, either incredibly slow, incredibly weak or merely wolves.

It was time to go to more drastic measures. He stood from his chair and walked over to a large circular door on the far left wall. After placing his hand in an indent of the wall a series of clicks were heard and the massive door swung open to reveal a fairly large vault. Xol walked further in and to another door, this one was smaller, barely larger that Xol himself. A small tray slid out to his right and he placed his finger onto it. The tray pierced his skin with a small needle drawing out some mist and sliding back into the wall. A green light lit above the door and it slid upwards so that he could walk in. Along the walls were hundreds of vials, each containing various DNA samples of everyone he had every fought with in a large portion of his 'life'. Among the vials were the vast majority of the Black Company. He ran his finger along the vials, smiling to himself as he continued to walk. "Not your turn yet..."

Xol stopped at the back of the chamber. An odd symbol was on the wall and he placed his hand upon it to no avail. His body sparked and fluxuated in and out of realms, reappearing with an inverted tint and a brilliant black flame. The symbol glowed sky blue and the wall sunk in slighty as one more vial came into view amongst the silent grinding of small gears. He snapped out of his Fallen state and looked the vial over. It contained the blackest of bloods and was marked with one letter, 'L'.

Again, a gentle hiss along the with the sound of liquid draining fill the expanse of the lab. A loud click follows shortly after as Xol stepped out, fully healed. This wasn't enough though, he was drained. With a small groan he teleported to his bed in a flash of black mist.

Sliding under the covers, a strong smell drifted into his nose...Heswina.

"Ugh...I can't get away from the foul women no matter what I do..." Came his growl as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

As she continued exploring every inch of the house she was deep in thought. She couldn't seem to figure out what was going on and hated the fact that he was always right in someway. She sighed and stared out the window.