[M] Until Silence Is Broken

"Okay fine I won't get up but at least listen to me," he said softly to her amused. "I found our Oracle. They live... Well she lives and she is one of ours. She belongs to our kingdom, but I don't know... her.." The last bit was soft, a whisper. He was unsure. Did he know her? He wasn't sure... It felt like his sister, but he knew it couldn't be her. She was no Oracle and she was much ... different power wise. He could sense something was off, but they looked identical. Just the girl had slitted eyes at time where his sister didn't. 

However, he had no way of telling if that was due to their god or not. He kissed her and smiled. "We are safe once more... Just know that my love. The angels no longer have an Oracle over us. We are even."

Lia was still trying to wake up, but it was hard. He was so comfortable to lay on... how could she not go back to sleep?

Well, he was quick to stop that. The girl looked back up at him with big eyes, unsure of what she was hearing. The Oracle was alive... and she was of death. “Wait, what?” How could he not know who the Oracle was? All of the royals knew each other, so how was it possible he didn’t know his family? She had heard little of the other royal. Most would speak about Razor, but she had heard tales about a royal demon out of the country.. she thought it was a death demon, but that was where the stories got unclear. The Oracle was death...

“How can you not know her love? If she’s death, she’s part of your family...”

"I know that is what I'm telling you my love," he told her. His tone was slightly annoyed but it was clear it was more at his lack of knowledge. Never before had he been so puzzled and the fact she had used magic not of their species even more so. What the hell was that Oracle. Was she even a demon? Yes she was... He had felt that at least. What was she thought.

She looked so much like his sister it hurt, but Morion on the way home had confirmed it wasn't his aunt. He knew... Something wasn't right here. "She looks like my lost sister, but even Morion has confirmed she's a hybrid. My sister was full demon... The child must be hers, but why now... and where had she been?"

Lia tried to get herself up, still weak from her need of bed. Her arms shook a bit as her hair wrapped around her body. She wanted to sleep, but apparently they were having an important discussion. Was this how their mornings would be now?

“If she’s a hybrid, maybe she was with the father,” Lia quietly replied. At least she knew he didn’t have another child he didn’t know about. The child was his sister’s, but what was the father? “But why would the girl be with the father and not the mother...” the child was a royal. If his sister was anytrhing like Razor, then she wouldn’t allow the child to go to anyone else.

Lia sighed as she gave into her need for the bed and laid back down on her lover. Her head rested on his chest as she tried to nuzzle in. “I don’t know Razor... I really don’t.”

"I don't know my love... I just don't like the way some of these things are playing out right now," he mumbled softly. He was ecstatic they had an Oracle and their god hasn't abandoned them, but at the same time... Where had she been? Who was the father? And where the gods' name was his sister? Not that he ever thought she'd care about any kid she had. No his sister was always after one thing. Power. She never cared about the price for it. He was just surprised he hadn't seen her yet with this child and her trying to take his throne by claiming the gods chose her because she carried the Oracle, not him. 

He rubbed her back softly, the thoughts spinning in his head. It might even keep him up a night. When would she try to come and strike? He could feel the uprising already. His sister wouldn't stop unless... His eyes widened as a thought occured to him. One he hadn't thought of before...

"Maybe...my sister is dead..that would explain a lot."

Well that was one way to wake her up.

The demoness propped herself partially up so her forearms supported her weight as her eyes bore into her lover's full of shock. No, it couldn't be. His sister, dead? It would explain why she didn't make a claim for the throne with the Oracle as her spawn, but she could have also waited for the child to grow up. The way she... it acted was odd to say the least. Then again there was a god speaking at the time.

"No... That can't be... Can it?" Lia muttered slowly, unable to really comprehend it herself. She barely knew the family as it was, but for the sister to be dead and no one know? "She's a royal.. Is it even possible for a royal to die having born Vaerath's lost Oracle and no one even know about it? For a matter a fact, she has been alive this entire time and we now only know that the Oracle is of Death..." Something wasn't adding up. Words were spewing out, but it would do little if not nothing for her lover's already uneasy nerves. Instead, the demoness took a deep breath in to steady her own before laying back down on Razor's chest once more; head tilted up to stare at his eyes once more.

"We can ask the child in due time. She needs rest and she's the only lead we have to your sister. We can't do anything while the Oracle recovers from our God's.. intervention. Come my love. Come rest with me." She gave him a faint smile as her fingertips traced idle circles in his chest. The stress wasn't good for either of them. They could deal with this later on when they could actually speak to the unknown hybrid.

Razor exhaled sharply listening to his mate. He gently rubbed her back as he tried to soothe himself as much as her. She didn't need the stress, but behind that liquid amber thoughts stirred like a hivehive of bees. His fingers twitched ever so softly as he creased her back.

What could he do? Who was this girl? Where was his sister? He had so much on his plate. He could feel it all spilling over and soon he would drown. Age could not kill him but he wasnt sure about stress. 

He kissed her head softly and closed his eyes. .at e if he couldn't see the problems then they would not exist. It could just be him and her for a while longer.

A few hours passed before the demoness had awoken once more. The stress from learning of the oracle and questioning what had happened to the Lord's sister did little to phase her. How could it? She knew little of the family and knew nothing about his sister. Razor never spoke about her and if he did, it was only for a moment. The girl meant little to nothing to her at the this time. Sure, she should have cared more considering they were mated but it would have been additional stress. Stress was not what she needed, not now at least.

Small toenails curled as her body stretched out to wake up. Her body shook slightly as she let her muscles flex as she tried to get her bearings. Gods how she loved sleeping, especially when Razor was home. A few small whines came from the female as she tried to get herself together. Oh how she hated getting up in the mornings... or was it the afternoon? Either way, she had to get up by now. Staying in bed wasn't going to do her any good and there was a baby demon that she still needed to go bond with.

"Razzie?" A soft, high pitched coo called out as Lia tried to wake herself up. Her eyes had yet to open and her mind was still partially asleep to know if her mate had stayed with her. She wouldn't blame him if he left. He always was busy.

Razor had left her a note on his pillow to tell her he had something come up he needed to attend to. With the note was an assortment of chocolates and sweets for the woman. It was an apology. Razor had not wanted to leave her, but with that note of his position plus the treat, he hoped for some type of forgiveness.

He was with his generals at the war room. He was needed for travel. Something was going on... Something about a rebellion or a plan of war or something. They wanted him to appear. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. He didn't like leaving his home. Especially with Lia. He could make the trip short, but he didn't want to leave her. He cursed. Why did this bloody war keep going on? It had been going on for as long as he could remember. He wanted to take her with him so badly. It hurt, but she was pregnant... It would hurt her. He didn't want her to die so coldly. And then there was his son. His son was too young to be left alone too. If he did this trip and took this offer, he'd have to do it as quickly as possible and be back. He didn't want to leave her for more then a day unless he had to.

Sighing he dismissed his generals and went to go find her. He traced his steps back to his room and stopped outside his door. 

"Lia?"

He stepped in. "Are you awake?"

Lia had been nuzzled in bed still where the King had left her. The only difference was her hair was still wet from a bath she had taken earlier to his arrival. The note and chocolates had been placed on a table beside her, the box open with a few pieces missing. In her lap was a book, opened up to the latest page she had been reading. As much as she hated waking to her lover no longer there, it was just part of what came when laying with a king. The small note and gift had brought a smile to her face though. It was a nice gesture to show he still cared.

The girl had just been about to turn the page when she heard the all too familiar voice of her mate. "Razzie," she cooed as her head turned to meet him as he walked in. "Yes, I'm awake love. Are you done with your duties for now or did you just come to check up on me?" She gave a warm smile as she watched to see how he'd react. Sometimes it was just a small visit to make sure she was okay, other times he was done, but then there were the times he'd have to give her bad news like him leaving. Which Razor would she get this time?