The act of separation from the parent, the proverbial soul’s cutting of the umbilical cord, sent the lamp in Lahabrea’s pocket absolutely insane. Used normally only to identify their shattered brothers and sisters by picking up aetheric abnormalities or tints, burned brighter than an exploding light bulb.
“That’s an unshattered soul. That’s what it used to do whenever I got too close to it before I fixed it. That’s a new soul. Hades, Prometheus, what did you do?!” Lahabrea was in near hysterics between nearly not dodging certain host death and the utter mind bending fact laid before them.
“Turns out we’re compatible,” Hades said. Thinking, then adding, “Genetically, I mean. Did a bit of shapeshifting... Ah. That’s it. I forgot that I’d reversed my sterilization years ago. It was giving me a bit of a mental block.”
Hythlodaeus clapped. “Congratulations! You’re a father. And you’re... whichever you prefer, I suppose,” he said to Prometheus.
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“That’s an unshattered soul. That’s what it used to do whenever I got too close to it before I fixed it. That’s a new soul. Hades, Prometheus, what did you do?!” Lahabrea was in near hysterics between nearly not dodging certain host death and the utter mind bending fact laid before them.
“Turns out we’re compatible,” Hades said. Thinking, then adding, “Genetically, I mean. Did a bit of shapeshifting... Ah. That’s it. I forgot that I’d reversed my sterilization years ago. It was giving me a bit of a mental block.”
Hythlodaeus clapped. “Congratulations! You’re a father. And you’re... whichever you prefer, I suppose,” he said to Prometheus.