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Dariel was amazingly uncomfortable at that moment but managed not to let it show. "If it isn't your brother then whose could it be? I mean it seems as if you're as clueless about this as I am." Dariel was afraid he was being too nosy, it wasn't part of his nature to pry into people's business like this .

Erica answered as honestly as possible. "I don't know. I don't know anything anymore. Part of me wants to believe that it isn't real, that none of this is. That I'm in just some sick dream meanwhile I'm sleeping in who would really be my fiancee's room, in his arms, and this will all be over in a few hours. But the other accepts this as reality, and is scared, and completely confused as to why my body is doing what its doing. There are many ideas, like my sire....it could be him. But, if it is, is my child what he's after? He's always been experimenting with us. Me, Nny, Lucifren, Sarah. And all the others." Tears finally broke over the wall she had been trying to keep up. She kept her head back as to not drip blood tears ontothe sketchpad, simply out of artistic instinct.

She thought about how wonderfully blissful it would be if this were all a dream, and then how blizzardingly broken the truth would be if it wasn't. She, for once, wished she lived in Nny's world. Where the world was nothing you could remember, and everything was your enemy, other than the simple good in life.

"I'm sorry..." She said to whatever would listen. She was sorry for whatever she did to deserve this, not that she knew what she did, or who she was saying it to.

The baby sketched in the last few details. The female form was completely unknown. The skull in the sitting male form's hand was identifiably female and vampiric. The Taller male form, that was standing, was eerily, shockingly, and terrifyingly familiar all at once. The facial features distinct, the look in his eyes, it could only be one person... Daddy...

"Ten years how the hell is that healthy or natural." Dariel didn't expect a response but rather looked down at the emotional lump in front of him. He soon found himself on the floor next to her patting her on the back and rubbing her back every now and then to offer what little comfort he could. "I didn't mean that to sound rude or anything it just took me a little by surprise. You can't be stuck like this forever right, that's one good thing right and as for the picture." Dariel ripped the picture from the book and ate it, the quickest wway he could think of getting rid of it, "someone is just trying to screw with your emotions. Don't read anything into it."

The goddess yet again crackled in, How marvelously evil. You know what you shouldn't kill her. I like what I see inside of this one. Dariel didn't react to the coment but rather kept trying to comfort her.

Dariel laughed at the message when he read it, "p***y won't even show himself....WUSS." He really wanted to see how pissed off this gut could get for some strange reason.

The baby was fed up. The paint peeled off the walls. The fire sparked and sputtered. An undertone of chanting could be heard. It wasn't anything particular, but it was there. The paint peeled off the walls and melted into puddles on the floor, then re-wrote it's self on the walls.

"I am Uriel, Son of Khane, and future Lord God of the Universe."

"Uriel? Sounds like a girls name if you ask me." Dariel was getting pleasing results from the baby, though surprising. "If you ask me your mother should have an abortion." How far could this child be pushed? It would be hilarious if Dariel could induce labor through the use of taunts and insults. He desperately wanted to tell Erica what he was doing but deep down he knew that whatever he told her the child would know.

Why don't you just take of that little trinket there Dariel and let nature take it's course?

"NO!"Erica's mind moved faster than it had in a long time as she screamed. She leapt to her feet without thinking, and hit the board, attempting to knock it out of its crash-course with Dariel's head.