One month later… On a night.
On this precise night would be the moment when the baby that Nazael's parents had been waiting for so much would be born.
From outside the house, the screams of pain from María giving birth to her first child could be heard. Since Pedro was not in the room, she screamed, ordering the maid to go find him. Without waiting, she quickly arrived at the side of her master, Pedro, who was right next to the room, lost in a deep sleep on one of the sofas. Suddenly, the maid tried to get his attention:
"Mr. Pedro, please get up! Your wife urgently requests to see you!" said the maid.
"What does she want now? Let me sleep!" replied Pedro.
"Sir, she is about to give birth to your child," insisted the maid.
"What? My God, it's the day, damn!" exclaimed Pedro.
He immediately got up and ran directly to the room where María was. The first maid who served them in the house thought, "Was the master really a hero?" she wondered confusedly.
Just at the moment when Pedro appeared in the room, María looked angry and shouted at him:
"You damn idiot! Where were you? Ah, fuck!" she shouted, still managing the feat of pronouncing some words, but continued screaming in pain. Pedro, faced with such a wild scene, was petrified seeing so much suffering and fainted. The maid tried to revive him, but nothing worked, and this continued for another hour.
One hour later…
The delivery had been a complete success, and only trails of happiness shone in the eyes of María and Pedro as they received their first child together. Of course, the tenderness was noticeable in María's eyes as she played with her son's little fingers. Immediately, Pedro sent for the children to come see their new little brother.
And that's what the maid did.
She arrived in front of the door of the room where Sacha was sleeping, and before she could finish what she was going to say, suddenly Sacha teleported in the blink of an eye, her body vanishing in purple colors like her dress behind her, and said excitedly:
"My little brother has already been born, right?" she asked from behind, scaring the second maid of the house.
"Miss, please don't scare me like that," said the maid.
"So?" asked Sacha enthusiastically.
"Yes, my lady, your father is asking for you and also for your brother, and in fact, I don't see him, where could he be?" replied the maid.
"He must be everywhere but here, that fool… Well, I'm going to see my little brother, okay?" she finished, hurrying down the stairs. Closer and closer, in seconds, she approached the light that quickly illuminated her bare feet, which rose showing her beautiful purple dress with white details that played with the color of her short hair descending to gray tones. The belt and the glimpse of the pigment of her reddish eyes, like the color of a particularly sparkling wine, glorified the traits of her race as a supaibi, but also as a girl full of charisma, like her late mother.
She arrived running to the room and shyly stood admiring her little brother in her mother's arms.
"Ah, Sacha, come see your brother," said Pedro.
Sacha approached with slow steps until she was in front of María, her stepmother, and said tenderly:
"Oh, what a beauty! How cute he is!" she asked.
"Indeed," reaffirmed Pedro, then asked her, "Where is your brother, Sacha?"
"Ah, yes, that idiot Nazael, he's here!" she replied. After saying that, her father was confused, but she just snapped her fingers, and he appeared in front of the door, teleporting him. It seems that this forced and non-consensual spell was not to the liking of her older brother.
"Didn't I tell you not to bother me, girl!" shouted Nazael.
"It's just that you're so dumb you don't know how to reject a forced transfer," said Sacha, mocking him.
Nazael, angry, approached little by little, saying:
"You'll see who's dumb, devil girl," he threatened.
"Stop fighting among yourselves. Stop it, this is an important moment. Nazael, come, come closer," intervened Pedro.
Nazael, in his arrogance, refuses to approach his brother and just stands there looking around in silence. To convince him, his father said the following:
"If you come closer, I promise to give you the sword, what do you say?" offered Pedro.
Nazael, upon hearing him, began to stretch his head to look at his father and asked:
"You're joking, right?"
"Come on, of course I'm joking. How could you think I'd let you have something so dangerous? And anyway, it doesn't depend on me. So come greet your little brother, don't be stubborn, son," he said with a warm tone.
Nazael ended up accepting and approached, looking directly into the baby's eyes, as if it were a challenge. He stood observing him without saying anything, and the baby innocently just smiled. Pedro said something to Nazael:
"If one day I'm not here to protect you all, I want you to take care of everyone," asked Pedro.
Nazael just stood listening neutrally without reacting.
"Yes, dad," he replied dryly.
"Good, that's my boy," said Pedro with a smile.
"I'm leaving, I'll be in my room," said Nazael. He quickly turned around and didn't hesitate to leave without showing any interest in his brother and went to his room.
"By the way, have you already chosen a name for the baby, right?" asked Sacha.
Unexpectedly, Pedro and María were stunned, not knowing how to respond to her question. She just stood there with the facial expression that she already expected it, so Sacha wasn't very surprised, to say the least.
"But of course, I had already thought of a name, and it will be Don," said Pedro.
"My son will be called Shaw," affirmed María.
"What do you mean Shaw?" asked Pedro, confused.
"Not in your fucking life are you going to call my son Don, you idiot," replied María.
"Who are you calling idiot, you misbegotten woman…?" responded Pedro.
Suddenly interrupted by the baby's cries, they were forced to calm him for more than half an hour. Seconds after he fell asleep, Sacha asked to hold him for a while. María gladly gave him to her, and instantly Sacha's eyes shone with happiness seeing her little brother closer and she began excitedly:
"I'll wait for you to grow up, we'll play many things, I'll teach you magic, I'll teach you how to make huge fireballs, I'll teach you to fly, we'll train together every day, my little brother will be the strongest man in the world… right?" she smiled.
"Wait, don't you think that's too much?" asked María.
"Hehe… my dear María, it's true that he's your son, but basically since he came into contact with my angelic hands, he's no longer your son, now he belongs to me," said Sacha mischievously.
"Pedro?" said María worriedly.
"What? Don't look at me. When she gets something into her head, not even the devil would dare to touch her. My advice: give up," replied Pedro.
María, upon hearing him, fainted directly, and the maids quickly tried to revive her. Sacha, ultra happy with the baby charmed by her, immediately said:
"I don't care what they call him, Don or Shaw, but I think I like Don… yes, I'll call him Don. I can't wait for you to grow up more!" she said enthusiastically.
Her father, happy to see her smiling, but at one point looked at the ceiling, saying in a low voice:
"I think he will never forgive me," murmured Pedro.
Everything changes to the plane of Nazael locked in his room next to the window looking at the stars.
"Mom, I swear I will avenge you," he said, clenching his teeth with much rage and tears.
He hears his father's footsteps approaching the door, then hurries to get into bed, so he doesn't hear him. His father calls him from behind the door, but Nazael didn't respond any of the three times he called him. Pedro, hearing nothing, left.
But anyway, Nazael was noticeably bothered by his presence. But why does he hate his father so much, I wonder?
After a while, tired of mulling over his concerns and annoyances, sleep began to overcome him, a deep sleep that he should never have experienced, a sleep that by fate's ties he obtained. It was like flash and blurry images, where a reddish light could be seen everywhere in the house, and on the tree, two people were hanging, one smaller than the other, but he couldn't make out who they were. But he clearly heard the cries and suffering of a woman being raped before his eyes without being able to do anything, and he was crawling on the ground.