Honestly, for one only just having reached adulthood, she was surprisingly difficult to read. Often she seemed delighted and yet within the same breath she seemed sad about something. Maybe she didn’t like stories? Hell, maybe I’d scared her into believing I was going to force her to learn ridiculous amounts of history. Maybe she just didn’t like history- Eris never did. In fact, if Eris managed to listen to anything for longer then thirty seconds it was considered a lesson well learned. Even so, Micteca had always seemed to possess the ability to actually concentrate for longer then that given amount of time, hence my trust in her and my own choice. Why she seemed to- upset, even just briefly was hard to decipher and so I merely ignored it, not wanting to upset her further with any questions before I continued on, explaining the very beginning of our history, from the earliest of times, briefly dipping into the importance of colour and coat though not too much. That was an entire subject on it’s own and one that had been plunged into uncertainty with the birth of two particular children- four really. Elijah and Alyx were completely unknown entities, a cross of blood we had never seen before, while Azraels boys- well, we knew them to be Angel born, yet they had unfortunately taken their Mother’s base coat. Now I am not a genetic genius, but I am pretty good and I had been content to believe, when I discovered Andromeda’s pregnancy, that the children would be born white. Why? I hear you ask. Because quite simply that pure shade runs so deeply in our blood that it almost always wins out, it even defeated Tobias’ black colouring- mostly. Both my parents were white, as there’s were before them and so on. The colour is strong and yet- this can only mean the black of Andromeda is just as prolific. Better luck next time Azrael.

I turned my attention back to Micteca as she nodded along, violet gaze resting on her own, attempting to ensure she understood what I was saying and that I wasn’t causing more confusion then need be, after all, I had learned well with Aaliyah that issues I had believed to be black and white often had grey areas to young minds and I had no intention of going down that road again. I feel silent once more, waiting for any questions the girl might have managed to gleam about these holy wars- evidently whoever the demonic overthrow and possible Armageddon we were experiencing was not the main thought within the girls mind. Apparently her hair took up her concern, for a moment I smiled. Truly an Angel- this one. I chuckled softly at her question, well, I hadn’t planned on covering this topic for awhile- but while she’s interested I might as well, at least briefly.

“No darling, that does not mean that at all. This is a difficult topic to explain though I will attempt to make you understand. I am white, because my parents were white and their parents before them, the Angelic line is undiluted in me, it is extremely pure as it is in my children, that is why they are white- but, colour does not always breed truly, sometimes there are surprises. Look at Azrael’s children. He is pure Angel, yet, even despite that, both his sons are black- but they are not demons. They are Angel born. Zeivah’s own brother carried black marks- it happens. When outside blood is introduced, as sometimes it is because we cannot always find pure Angels or Assassins to breed with, or we imprint as Azrael did, other colours may slip into the blood. Castor, your Father, was as white as they come and yet you are not, Ava is black, Eris was dark- she was....a surprise, I never expected a dark daughter but it happens. That does not mean you do not carry the blood, it is there, perhaps not as strong as my own in technicality, yet what does it matter? Your blood is a strong as you make it, baby girl and besides- we Angels have a very sneaky talent.”

“Angels breed with Angels, or if none are available of another bloodline, we breed with Assassin lines as Isola did with Kane and honestly that choice thrilled me. Kane is born of Devils line, Assassin and Angel go hand in hand- this means we prevent inbreeding and we widen our gene pool without losing purity. The sneaky part however is out ability to....how should I put this.....make a line our own. Take Malina for example. She is not Angel born, yet, by surviving her four years of training, by proving she is exceptional- she earns the title of Assassin and her blood becomes pure to us- for she has earned that, we accept only the best, Micteca, we breed with only the most exceptional and those who are worthy of it. Angels- we’re sneaky and we are smart enough to widen the gene pool. Breeding isn’t the only way to make an Angel baby girl- Malina earned her wings. Oh, and remember, coat can lie, but eyes never do. A child will always- always have the eyes of their bloodline and you darling- have the eyes of your Father. That is something to be proud of.”