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Kieran was tucked easily back into the crook of his arm, fitting there like it was where he was meant to be. He was little eyelids were already dropping closed when the God had taken him, and by the time he was settled in those eyes with their dark markings firmly closed, the contented little baby was now sound asleep.

Yep. Grendel was definitely a pro. It had nothing to do with him getting insanely lucky in having this very calm and easily contented baby.

He still assumed this might just be some kind of calm before the storm. There was always a catch.

The God glanced back to Ravnos, looking thoughtful at his suggestion. "I suppose...."

He did not sound very convinced.

The God may have drug his feet a little, but he did follow Ravnos to the side of the crib. When the Disciple held up Vadoma, however, he froze, eyes darting to Ravnos, and then back to her. Was he...expected to display some sort of affection toward this tiny little creature? Was it not enough that he already cared for her?

Apparently not. Another sigh and Grendel got close enough to give her a very quick kiss on the forehead as well, feeling awkwardly foolish the entire time. Still, a quiet "Goodnight, Vadoma." followed, in his usual low rumble. Looking down at his son in his arms, who was very much down for the count, he lifted a hand and placed it on his forehead.

Goodnight, little dark-souled one. His voice whispered through the babes head, and Kieran, in response, wrinkled his tiny brow.

Grendel held him out towards Ravnos, so that he could take him and put him in the crib with Vadoma.

Unfortunately, Grendel himself had never actually been a child. He had not hatched from an egg or been raised from childhood to adulthood. He had been created, of both Caine and Lilith so they were still his parents in that way, but he had not been born out of love and had never been treated with such.

He did not feel sorry for himself. He did not know any different. It was simply the way of things. He had been created for a purpose, much like he had summoned this nursemaid and reprogrammed her for hers.

But, with Ravnos's help, he could learn. He could see what it might have been like for himself if things had been different. He could be a better father then his own, be one who cared, one who at least tried. He had messed up with his previous children, of course, though a couple of them had still turned out okay, and even seemed to still like him despite it all.

His face had fallen into its more typical pensive state when he felt Ravnos's fingers lace through his own. He glanced over at him, and then gave one last look to the babies, sound asleep in their crib. Had the Disciple not tugged on him, he might not have moved.

But he nodded, and let Ravnos lead him away.

Of course, he understood that he could not keep watch over them constantly, but that did not make it any easier for him to walk away, even with Ravnos tugging on him the whole while. But the Disciple's words also made sense. They would be fine. Grendel would know instantly if anything was amiss. This was his home, and he was here to keep them all safe.

They stopped just outside of the room, and Grendel looked back to where Ravnos had thrown his gaze. "Ah...yes." It wasn't so much that the God had forgotten about her, more that she was very inconsequential to him and, in her state, completely harmless. More like an object than a living thing.

Though Ravnos seemed to feel like she needed to be moved, and he could easily do that just as well. So, with one of his hand wavey's, she was gone, poofed into one of the nearby bedrooms, though something occurred to him afterward. "We...may need to feed her something, eventually. So she doesn't die." And she would probably need plenty of fluids as well, especially since she was going to be donating so much of her blood.

The God looked thoughtful for a moment. "I always forget that mortals need so many things that we do not. I will probably need to make sure she is trained to go to the bathroom." They had one of those somewhere, right? That really did just seem like an extra mess that neither of them would want to have to deal with.

He then blinked at the Disciple. "I...do not really know what they eat..." He supposed he could figure that out too if he went and fiddled around with her mind some more. It was hard to just summon up whatever she most desired the way he often did with drinks when she no longer desired anything at all except to feed their children.

s**t.

"I will go and deal with it." He huffed, not mad at anyone in particular, or maybe more with himself for not thinking this through more thoroughly before. In the next moment, he had disappeared, leaving Ravnos standing in the hallway alone.

It really did not take long, though he could not say that the experience of having recently suppressed memories dredged back up and sifted through for relevant information was a pleasant experience for the mortal. Ravnos may have heard a couple of anguished screams filter in from a few doors away.

Once he was satisfied that he had tampered with/adjusted the mortal to his liking, he left her with food and water and poofed back to the hallway.

Oh. Ravnos wasn't here.

He poofed again, though this time he appeared a few inches above the bed so that when he reappeared, he could fall onto it with a sigh, his eyes gazing up at the ceiling and his arms held wide.

Mentally, he was feeling a little worn down. It had been an exciting yet somehow exhausting first couple of hours to the evening.

His view of the ceiling was suddenly blocked, but at least the new view was a lot nicer to look at. His lips turned up into a smile, sharp teeth peeking out just a little. "I do not get tired." He said though he of course meant that in a physical sense. Thoughts of both his new family and his own responsibilities as a God were weighing heavily on his mind, each vying for his attention, but at that moment he wanted to just dismiss them both, and be in the moment, right here with Ravnos.

Surely that couldn't be too unreasonable?

His gaze searched Ravnos's for a moment before he lifted a hand up to grab one of his, and then attempted to pull him down to join him.

In response to the laugh, Grendel's smile widened slightly. There were times when he enjoyed hearing that sound, even when it was at his own expense.

He let out a long, contented sigh when Ravnos came to settle down on the bed next to him, enjoying for that moment at least the closeness of the Disciples body next to his. He had managed to sneak one arm under the vampire when he had laid down beside the God, and his free hand came to rest atop the one on his stomach.

"How long do you think they will be asleep for?"