Snippet #2197254

"You'll be a great father." Malice said gripping his hand a bit. "I don't know what we'll teach our childern but we need to get out of here first." She said and as if called by her thoughts, Bertram entered the room.

A'Sharia smiled as Gabriel appeared behind her. "You didn't expect her to live. I'm Pyschic, I already knew she would." She said and looked out the crowd. "We'll just have to use it to our advantage." She told him. "She's a Hemo. We know that now, for sure." She said smiled at the restless crowd. "Lillith's Childern! Here me!" Her voice was unnaturally loud for one without a microphone. The crowd silenced. "You seem dissatisfied with the fight, yes?" the crowd murmured. "Well what did you expect from a Child of the First?!" She said and the crowd looked shocked. "Malice Hemo, The Lost One, has been found and she is here tonight! She has proven her strength!" She boomed to the crowd and crowd began to cheer. "Next, She must prove her loyalty!" She told them and the crowd roared. "In the nights to come, Malice will prove herself to be the Heiress to the Hemo name but for now, this concludes the Trails. Drink Well" She said turned away from the crowd. The Crowd calmed and began to exit the arena. She turned to Gabriel and smiled. "Was that so hard." She sang and kissed his cheek.