It'll be alright.

Dark clouds covered the sky, as lightning dances across them. Rain fell hard all around, quenching the earth. The ground started to turn to mud, though there was not only mud for blood mixed with it. Following the blood trail, it lead to a woman. Probably was once beautiful in her time, but now she laid a beaten wreck. The blood came from her stomach, that had been cut open.Though her body did not touch the ground, it was held by a male.The woman had beautiful blonde hair, that was now stained with blood and mud. Her lover holding tight, as his black hair fell around him and blood ran down his cheeks. He held her tight against his chest, she spoke softly to him. Stroking his cheek, before her hand falls limp to the ground. The male screamed out into the storm, not far from the two was a farm house. Around the side of the house was another male, peering at the two with his red eyes. He move back around as a small infants cry was made and in his arms was just that. He would coo the child to be silent,before he would better cover the child.

Slightly using his fine regal coat, to shield it from the rain. The male would make for the nearest town, planning to take a carriage. Once he made it to the town, he headed into a building awaiting the carriage. While he waited, he thought back to a few days ago. When he and the blonde woman, whom passed, had talked. In the memory he had just walked up into the farm house, the male with black hair had move past him. Heading out to do some labor in the fields, the blonde woman was about almost nine months pregnant. She would speak "Voltaire could I speak with you inside, its important." Voltaire looks up to her and says "Of course Sephi." heading inside. Voltaire followed as they went into the kitchen of the house. She would stoke the fire under the stove, getting her copper tea pot and filled it with water. Voltaire took a seat "What is it you wish to talk about?" She looks to him. "Me and Nine have talked, well Nines didn't say much,but I know he agrees. We want you to be godfather over our child."

Voltaire rose a brow and chuckles "A what? Whats a godfather?" Sephitia chuckles lightly "It means should anything ever happen to me or Nine, we want you to raise our child." Voltaire blinks and grew silent. He would think this over, before speaking "I don't think this is a wise choice." Sephitia made some tea. Handing a cup to voltaire,before she spoke "I trust you and I know Nine trust you." Just like that the memory faded. It moved to few hours ago, with Sephitia battered on the ground. Voltaire had found her, before Nine did. When he found her, he had begged her to allow him to save her. Though she told him "No. Save my child, please, I had my time. Please Voltaire, take my child. Help Nine raise our baby, he will need you." Voltaire turning his first two fingers into a blade "I'm so sorry sephi, I won't be able to take your pain." With that he cut her open to take the child.

So now Votlaire rode in a carriage, holding the baby close to him. Looking down to the sleeping child, the carriage stopped. Voltaire reached to a castle, a dark castle that most called curse. Well humans anyway, he reach the doors and beat at it with his hand. There were guards near by who open the door. Voltaire spoke up "I need to leave this child here, he'll be safer here."moving inside.