I know not exactly what my daughter will think, but I know she will come to the most logical of conclusions on the matter. She is indeed my child, my daughter, and my first daughter. She is not like my others, and she is perfection as no other. This is simply the truth of the matter. I know she will have patience and wait for my words, and I know that she will listen to them well once they do flow from my gilded tongue.

I know she is displeased with her younger brothers, and she still turns a lip when I speak of her sisters. Her sisters are above males- if Ayal likes it or not. That is the order of things. Females are always superior to males. We are the creators of the world, creators of life and all. Males are always under us- as they cannot create as we can. Their minds are feeble in this regard as they attempt to justify themselves when they cannot create as females can...but can you blame them?

Ayal responds to me, accepting to sisters more so than the defective males. Yet she goes on to mention the Old One, of which is obvious who she speaks of. I am surprised none of my children have tried to approach me on the matter as of yet. Hell, Anselm looks exactly like him. It is not so much a secret although I have only confirmed with one wolf, Azrael, that Heyel is indeed the father of my first three children. No one else knows this, but of course Ayal would know without confirmation. My copper and blue eyes twist over to her as my skull nods slightly in response, then letting her continue as I see words continuing to drip from her tongue.

The subject was imprint was a certain one special in regards to my daughters. It appears it had found itself flung upon her at one point, but that it had fled. I know that I had forced Chance's hand when he claimed to be bonded to me. Covet was a bit of a different beast. He was much more like myself, but a touch of chaos that was sent into the world that was not directly associated with myself. He was an experiment in that regard as well as an experiment for life- something that my Ayal catches on to quite well. She explains the choice of mind trumps the choice of fate. My dark visage is direct and, if at all possible, cold and warm towards my Ayal all at once.

"The Old One that you speak of is the one who unlocked your blood, and it was indeed a choice that I made. It is indeed Fate that bound the Other. Let it be known- that your mind must create perfection. Fate may make an extension of yourself through bonding. Fate may do this to you- and use him accordingly, but wary of the blood within him. He is to be a tool for you- remember this, my Ayal," I say slickly as the waves continue to pound the beach as relentlessly as ever. I know I will be just as relentless in my voyage through this world.

"Others do not know of your sire- only one- your brother in half blood, Azrael. Eden and Anselm may know just as you know, but their mouths have not asked. You are of Angel blood- but know that it is My blood that built you- and I am no Angel. My mother, was not of blood of Angel as they pretended," I say with my eyes flickering back to the stars gleaming in the darkened sky. As much as I hid much from them when they were younger, for the fact that Heyel did not wish it be known, it is time that Ayal knows the truth of things. Her mind had already pieced it together, and I just revealing the rest of the puzzle to her.