<span style="color: #666600">"Me? No, I can't. I uh... I'm not good with handling souls."</span><span style="color: #ff0000">"You had an entire realm of souls at one point, what do you mean you aren't good at handling souls?"</span><span style="color: #666600"> "My realm was already there, I took it over from a Loa who used it to torture its inhabitants. All of the systems were in place to handle- look, my lineage, as it were... I come from a very bad family, very bad power runs through these veins and I don't just mean chaos. The Legion, the entirety of it, was my sister's pet project. We share some of the same corrupting features demons can use to taint whatever they touch. I can touch mortals just fine, but souls being pure energy are much more susceptible to corruption and I don't trust myself to not accidentally harm one." </span>The'kal stepped back from the orb and let it hover near her. Karrie seemed to be fading in and out of consciousness from the blood loss, muttering to herself about frail shells as she tried tending to her wounds with healthstones.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Mmm? Nice to meet you, you must be Ophidian's new friend. Granddaughter?" </span>The'kal healed Karrie without as much of a movement and nodded.<span style="color: #666600">"Elerona, Bayne, is our daughter. We're the only ones of our kind to reproduce, that is, like with mortals two women can't reproduce under normal circumstances. Our race can't either, except I made it happen."</span><span style="color: #ff0000">"Which one was on top? And who got stuck with the pregnancy?" </span>The'kal snorted and shook her head.<span style="color: #666600"> "There's a reason I don't have any more Eternal children, not nearly as fun and requires a hell of a lot more effort."</span>She glanced around the room then picked up two of Ophidian's empty beakers.<span style="color: #666600">"Imagine, if you will, that each of these are a being like Order and myself." </span>She pressed the beakers together and held them there.<span style="color: #666600">"Despite not having physical forms females of our kind cannot mesh and blend together. When a male and a female come together they can create just a little bit of overlap and that overlap is what creates a child. However, with a whole lot of brute force, a bit of creativity, and the fact that were inseparable. We managed to, at the cost of our own health for a good while, mesh." </span>She squeezed the beakers together until they broke under the pressure.<span style="color: #666600">"And thus, Elerona was brought into the world. Or Balance, as she was designated at the time." </span>The beakers reformed and she replaced them with a smile.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Balance? Order and Chaos came together to literally create balance. That's the cheesiest and most awful story I've heard since hearing about a male Blood Elf leading an orgy of Night Elven women. Since you're my other grandparent, apparently, what actually happened between you two?" </span>She looked over at Order.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>