Prologue
The overwhelming stench of antiseptic still clings to my white cloak as I stride with confidence towards the neonatal unit just a few doors away. Despite the late time I can't help but to smile lightly at the thought of watching over the delicate lives within the unit. Just as I touch the door leading inside I sniff the air in search of distress.
Yet, I pick up a vast amount of desperation and what feels like grief. Distinctly I could hear the unhealthy breathing of a small child and quickly open the door to spot two distraught parents huddling near the back with a baby. My eyes assess the small child and almost immediately I knew that this little one had no chance at surviving. Its almost cyanotic hue in the child's lips and finger tips makes my heart sink with grief.
"A-are you the doctor?" The mother, perhaps, whispers hoarsely as she glances upon me.
"Yes." I murmur softly as I glance over her. Dark eyes full of tears look away from me to the young baby and for a second I almost feel as if she had seen exactly what I am.
"Please save him!" She begs holding out the tightly wrapped bundle in my direction with pleading eyes. Blonde hair falls forward as she bows her head at my silence.
"The doctors say he won't make it. Please, please." She continues, choking on tears as I carefully take the ill child to inspect closely his heart rhythm.
I couldn't respond. For I already know he couldn't make it. The sheer amount of blood within his tiny lungs would soon block all air within the hour. Still as the child's beautiful amber eyes open I found myself sad at the thought of such a child dying. Even on death's door his power remains strong and with a sigh I ask them softly, "Anything? Will you do anything to save your son?"
Such a foolish question, I admit. However, I couldn't just take this action without permission. I spot the father move closer and growl strongly, "Anything for Morio. Please." The man's pleas echo the room as I sigh heavily.
"You do know that I'm not like you?" I press firmly glaring at them firmly. They had to be a hundred percent positive that they wanted this to happen.
"You're a demon from the demonic realm. Just safe our Morio. He's everything to us!" The woman finally shouts angrily as her tears fall from her eyes when they take in the struggling gasping from the small boy.
"Very well. If I do this he will be in every way my son as well." I hiss out as I carefully place the young boy on the examining table. Without so much a flinch I use one of my disguised claws to cut the palm of my left hand. Blood flows down the skin and drips ever slowly into Morio's mouth as his eyes peer up at me.
I watch as his eyes begin to flicker silver as my blood slowly circulates to his failing heart. Minutes drag on and as the last change completes I hiss to the parents, "He is now Morio, Lord of the East. Be no mistake, upon his thirteenth birthday the demonic heritage I have sealed away inside him shall fully blossom. Until then...only slight instincts will surface around nine to ten. If you need anything feel free to ask."
The two smile as they cradle the small child in sheer happiness. Watching my new son I ponder absently if my late son would like this young child. Maybe because my son would have been his age if he had lived I wasn't sure, but something, something about this young child pulls tightly at the strings of my heart and not once did I regret doing the illegal act of turning a small child.
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