Feen Verse: Meeting the father.

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Creed blinked as he entered some cool, dark-smelling place, which caught him off guard.

He gently set his love down, then turned his head, smelling earth and metal, one arm around here. "Are we there, sweetheart? We make it?"

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"(Those of us that Grandpa created. Like me.)" She chuckled as the baby curved his tiny back into Creed's palm.

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Creed's eyes widened slighty, but he also looked to her.

"Created?" he said uneasily. Then shook his head. "D'ya all like t' have kids in pairs?"

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"Yes," rumbled a deep, familiar voice a trifle sadly. "Created. Though not in the truest sense. I merely tinkered in that which I should not have. But now I am responsible for the children that I caused to be, and must needs see to it that they have their chance at life. You see, Victor, I could not pass judgment on you even if you were the monster you think yourself, for your worst is nothing compared to mine own sins."

Fluß frowned and led Creed past the tanks, where a chair stood before a bank of screens and controls. A man sat there; a massive being with dark grey fur and long hair pulled back in a ponytail. A young Schattenfeen woman stood next to him, her red hair, wings, and eyes startling in the low light of the room.

He kissed the two babies he'd been holding and handed them to the woman. "Thank you, Hrafni. I'll see you tonight, daughter."

She nodded as she gave Creed a curious, friendly glance, then wrapped herself and her babies in her wings and left the room.

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"Blue... y'ain't blue," Creed blinked, mind racing to try and understand the onslaught of information the lab hurled at him.