Mr. President Has A Baby Bump
I opened the book and flipped to the marked pages.
“It’s an experiment about how I came to exist,” I said carefully. “The blood of every known creature, harvested, refined, broken down to its purest essence and then recombined. Werewolf. Vampire. Witch. Fae. Human. Things that did not have names anymore. Things that should never have shared the same space, let alone the same body. The combined blood was used to create a gem. Not a stone in the way people imagined, but a condensed core of living energy, self stabilizing, adaptive. A gem designed to resonate with every species at once. A singular point of authority. A thing that could command blood because it understood all blood.
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