A rather petite woman walked up to beside the first two, golden tanned skin and short messy black hair, glowing golden eyes and dressed entirely in jewel toned metallic clothing and masses of jewelry, each element of fabric a different bold print and pattern, dark circles under her eyes and leaning against Caesar’s shoulder, yawning in the process as she looked at the warlords, pointed ears filled with piercings and makeup around her eyes and face, a huge blanket wrapped around her shoulders: dark metallic cobalt/navy edged in gold fringe with gold tassels on the corners, patterned with shifting stars, moons and planets as she yawned in that cutesy way as she leaned heavily against Caesar who looked a little confused as she had never met this woman.

            “But that’s work” she whined as she softly rubbed her eyes, Kálmán laughed softly.

            “Alghu Els, your mother’s work is very important to the world, no?” he asked, Alghu nodded softly.

            “Mom ensures everyone can fall asleep.” She said after smacking her lips a few times and yawning again, I’m not sure if it’s really makeup on her face or not because she rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hand and it didn’t smear at all.

            “All of your parental figures become far more powerful depending on how many people believe in them, the belief of their existence being what allows them to be as immortal and as powerful as they are. As their children, all of you have a minor function of that same magic, so we chose all of you to be our wardens due to the fact that the more people learn of you and know you are out there and protecting people…the stronger you’ll get.” He explained, hands resting atop his cane as soft pulses of electricity crackled through his wine colored hair and along his opal antlers.

            “So, we’re confidants for you…and because this proposition you’re wishing for will make us…much more visible than we are to the magical world, the magic that allows our parents to be immortal has been passed down and the longer this agreement goes on…the stronger we get and the less that has to be handled by all of you?” A man asked walking up to the three, taller and thinner for a human standard, skin a rich and warm tone and locked hair to his shoulders dip-dyed bleach blond at the end, red eyes and elf like features making him rather baby faced with soft, rounded features, flamboyant colorful makeup with excessive blush, glitter and hearts stenciled into the blush at the apples of his cheeks, a pair of fluffy feathered wings on his back dyed miss-matched pastel blue and yellow in turn, matching pastel hearts painted along his cheekbones and lots of pearl and pastel jewelry, though his eyes were covered by a pair of glasses: rose gold frames shaped like hearts with softly pink tinted lenses, feathers hung off his ears along with heats and he was dressed in a similar soft aesthetic of pastels and cuteness. Yet despite this softness, the pastel cuteness of his person…he had a gun on him: a long, fantastical looking rifle slung along his back with an ivory stock, all white tinted metal with lots of gold and rose gold elements, a heart shaped hammer, heart shaped barrel and a large heart shaped scope that was quite sizeable for the gun’s shape, an extended magazine and gold heart shaped plates framing the shoulder stock, a few extra things adorning his person of extra magazines painted various colors from a bright gold, to a brilliant silver, to a cold steel to a dark and rich lead tone.

            “Isaiah, of course you’d understand” Sammy, the warlord child of Asmodeus added, bouncy blond hair curling around their head as horns coiled off and red eyes glimmered.

            “I’m guessing…you chose me, then Sammy?” he asked

            “But of course” Sammy said with a shrug, “Kally picked Viktoria, Nicky chose Caesar, Ahmed chose Alghu, I chose you, Jewels picked Gabriel, Cassi chose Pavan, Heather chose Zahra and Travis chose Rynold.”

            “You…chose me?” the man who had been unable to take his eyes away from Viktoria asked, finally breaking his staring at her back as he looked ahead, an average height man with the same sugar skull markings on his face, flourishes of neon green, purple and black around his temples, forehead, cheekbones and around his face, marigolds painted over his blackened sockets and his hands and neck the same exposed bone like pattern, the skin he showed was a soft tan, dressed in masses of jewelry and makeup, a heavy armor like choker around his throat with a neon green stone at the centered framed in a black bat, dressed in a looser fitted black t-shirt with a dayglow neon sugar skull on it topped in a black/red letterman jacket, absolutely destroyed black jeans and chunky neon tinted sneakers, long black hair back in a twisted bun on the back of his head and long pointed nails painted a stark neon yellow tone.

            “I did” Juliana said, sitting forward as she rested her forearms on her knees, skin covered in scales of purple, shadow stretched up along the wall behind her showing her actual form of the 13 headed hydra, horns and antlers curled off her temples as her eyes gloved.

            “But there’s far more magically powerful and just…physically powerful people out there than us.” A man added with the flitter of huge wings, taller and broader than his mother, but covered in chitin in dark purple and navy tones, fingers nail-less merging to insect pointed talons, skin a bit tanner and dark hair left long and loose in a mane of texture, off-white purple tinted eyes and massive dragonfly wings a wash of jewel tones, but pierced dramatically along their bottom edges like his mother, the same Nepali features was his mother, but eyes sharper and almost colder, dressed in heavy dark clothing with an armor like element to the way the leather was sculpted and wrapped around his upper arms and chest, ornately inlaid in color of feathers and other forms and structures across his person, a massive maybe two plus foot long centipede wrapped around his forearm and he walked with a massive glaive: six-seven feet tall, haft made of ivory with bronze Nepali decorations along it, thick rings wrapped around it adorned with dozens of smaller ones that rattled like bells as he walked, ivory blade vaguely canine tooth or arrowhead like in shape, the center of it a large piece of raw opal as it was set into the top of the haft. The centipede around his forearm was the sheer opposite of him, chitin in washes of reds, oranges and yellows, huge antenna by his wrist shifting as if it was searching for something.

            “Yes, but they’re not as…adaptable as all of you” Heather added, sitting forward making thousands upon thousands of microscopic spiders skitter out from around her as she looked over from her spider silk enrobed throne.