How could the world know that they were possibly shrouded in darkness?

Even the boy of white and red did not particularly register the blackness that spread out in front of him. He could not see, and he could not hear, but he could taste and smell. But it is not the blackness of lack of sight, or even the lack of sun that is mentioned here. It is the darkness within, the soul crushing force of the damned that is in fact mentioned. But they are all oblivious to it, and will be, until it is the day Kronos recieves his scars and finally fills out his rather large paws. For even now, as but a newborn child, his paws are large and strong, dragging him at a crawl toward the warmth of his Mother's belly. There his instinct grips him in response to the delectable scent of milk, and very soon he is contentedly latched and suckling. Not a sound had come from him since his first breath, nor his brother, but he could feel the other just as he could feel all the others. There was his Mother, the largest and most immediate. There was his brother, the smaller and also most immediate. And then there was another other, one he could not yet place, but knew was near and warm thus comforting. And he allowed the presence of this other, simply because it seemed his Mother was content, and so he was content.

The process of the little one's mind did not go exactly as stated, but relatively close enough. But how can one very well define the simplistic and minimalistic aspect of a child's mind- let alone a minutes old newborn. Already he was a fierce survivor, one bred for greatness and all things glorious. It was simply up to him to fill in his paws, to grow towards the skies and the heavens and reign supreme over all others. This was what it was to be Satanican, and very soon the bonded brothers would know just precisely what that meant.