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A strange tugging sensation had woken Ifrit from their slumber. They had slept for a long time. It was a familiar feeling and it meant only one thing, they had a new Dominant.
Ifrit looked down at the crib that housed their new little Dominant. He was so tiny, so fragile. The infant was swaddled tightly by an ornate red blanket embroidered with phoenix feathers. Ifrit couldn't help but be amused by the sight. The irony of their new Dominant being born into the bloodline of their sundered half was not lost on them.
'Poor Little Ember, you were not what was desired but your no less dear to me.' At the sound of the Eikon's voice, the child opened his eyes. Big ocean blue eyes starred up at the Eikon, the babe looked at them with no hint of fear. Good, the last thing Ifrit wanted was for their Dominant to fear them.
'The Phoenix would be archduke, a son of Rosaria. But you, Clive Rosfield shall be mine.' The babe just smiled at them and babbled unaware of what their words meant, but he would in time. For the two of them would defy fate one day, together.