The sun was shining down on a mansion residence owned by the Loeth House. Two maids could be seen flitting in and out of a room carrying water basins and towels. Moments later, the cries of a newborn child began to echo along the usually silent halls.

Inside the room, a woman was lying on a bed with a newborn baby in her arms. Although her long blonde hair was disheveled and her skin looked haggard, the sight of her showering her newborn with an affectionate gaze painted a picturesque scene.

Surrounding the woman's bed was her husband and her two sons. All three shared the same distinct ashen grey hair as the baby in her arms but bore pupils colored with a shade of gold, different from the baby's icy blue.

"His eyes look a lot like mother's." The younger of her two sons said.

He was being carried by his father and was watching as his newborn brother struggled to open his eyes.

"Father, why was he was crying earlier?” The older boy, his chin just barely reaching the top of the bed, asked a curious question. “You told me younger brother wasn't like that when he was born."

"It's fine son.” The woman's husband answered and placed his free hand on the older boy's shoulder. “That should be considered quite normal for a baby."

"Normal? What is normal?" The younger boy, who was in the man's arms, had a puzzled look on his face.

"That just means that the two of you older brothers will have to work hard to protect this little one." While supporting the baby's head with one hand, the woman smiled and reached out her other hand to pat the heads of the two children.

"The little one won't be able to take on much responsibility." The man said softly as he came closer to the bed and looked at his newborn son with a bit of regret.

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"That's alright, at least he won't have to be exposed to danger.” The woman said, her tender gaze resting upon the child in her arms. “I just want my dear little Urie to live happily."

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A few months later at a different house, the light of a pale red moon was peeking through the blinds of a small room. A woman was inside lying inclined on a bed, crying while embracing her newborn child, trying her best to give it warmth. Although the child's body was cold, it was still breathing.

A man with red hair came closer to the bed. He had just finished giving instructions to a couple of people outside of the room and approached to reassure his wife.

"It's fine dear, there were no apparent problems with her health." He said.

He placed the woman holding their baby in his embrace, and his eyebrows knit together in concern about the well-being of his wife and daughter.

"But she's not getting any warmer and she hasn't cried at all! Children are supposed to cry when they are born, Luca!“ The woman spoke in a frantic manner, her crying unabated.

As she leaned towards the man's chest, she felt slight movement within her arms. This had caused her to momentarily pause and look down at her baby.

Her tears— She had been crying for so long that they were about to run out. They had immediately come back stronger.

The man let out a huge sigh of relief once he saw what had happened. The baby was moving her hands in an attempt to wipe the tears that were falling on her face.

"She's going to be okay. She's going to be okay." The man consoled, holding his wife tighter in his embrace and caressing her head to comfort her.

The woman calmed down and gently wiped a napkin across her child's face. It was then that she noticed the baby opening its eyes, reflecting the image of her long, light brown hair.

"My beautiful little Celeste, she—she wants to play.” She was pleasantly surprised as her baby reached to grab a few strands of her hair. The woman instead brought her index finger closer towards the baby's small hands.

Feeling the strength of her baby's grip, she smiled. Her heart was finally at ease.