Give me one good reason

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In the darkness of a peaceful night, the soft light of the moon bathed a room with warm and enveloping hues. A light scent of incense floated in the air, while the flickering flames of a candle danced to the rhythm of their breaths. Linfer lay on a large bed, his head resting against the pillow. By his side, Zitish reclined, her head resting on his chest, listening to the calm and steady rhythm of his heart, which was no longer inert for reasons unknown. But all Linfer knew was that it had something to do with Zitish.

Linfer closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of Zitish's warm body against his. It was in these moments that he felt the most grounded, like a normal human. Far from the violence and turmoil, the guilt and flames that inhabited him, he allowed himself to taste a form of peace he had never thought possible before and that he did not deserve.

In the intimacy of their embrace, Zitish felt the opportune moment to reveal to Linfer the news that weighed on her heart. She slightly moved away, seeking his gaze with a new intensity. "Linfer, there's something I have to tell you," she began, her voice trembling with emotion.

Linfer, sensing the seriousness in Zitish's tone, slightly furrowed his eyebrows, a glimmer of worry crossing his eyes. "What is it, Zitish?" he asked softly.

Taking a deep breath, Zitish finally let out the truth. "I'm pregnant."

Shock crossed Linfer's face, his eyes widening in surprise. But almost instantly, this surprise transformed into a radiant joy.

He leaped out of bed with a radiant smile illuminating his face as he exclaimed, "That's wonderful!" Without waiting, he lifted Zitish into his arms, spinning her with enthusiasm.

However, Zitish, in a dry voice, interrupted this moment of happiness. "What are you doing? Put me down."

Linfer, disconcerted by her reaction, gently placed her back on the ground. "Why aren't you happy?" he asked, seeking to understand her distress.

Zitish lowered her eyes, struggling to find the right words. "A liaison between an Inferno and an Elysian, why not... But a child born of this union, it puts us in danger."

Linfer, realizing the gravity of the situation, thought for a moment. The implications of this forbidden pregnancy began to take shape in his mind, especially with this ancestral hatred.

"We should then speak to Uriel," he proposed, determined to find a solution.

"What!? But... You're right..." she finally agreed. She wanted to say something but abandoned the thought.

The next morning, Linfer woke up, mentally preparing for his meeting with Uriel.

Linfer entered, his face grave but determined. Uriel, standing near the large window that overlooked an infinite landscape of the purple plain.

"Linfer, in less than seven years, we've managed to eliminate the undead over 700,000 square kilometers," he said with a smile.

Linfer approached and, without beating around the bush, let out the truth: "Zitish is pregnant."

A chilling silence followed this declaration. Uriel remained frozen, as if the words struggled to penetrate his consciousness. He slowly turned his head, his piercing eyes finally resting on Linfer. Their gazes crossed.

Without warning, Uriel crossed the distance between them and grabbed Linfer by the collar of his tunic. His eyes, usually imbued with justice, were this time crossed by a rage he could not contain.

"What the hell have you done?!" he hissed, his jaw clenched. "You know she risks execution!"

Linfer, despite the strength of the gesture, did not defend himself. He let Uriel express his anger, his own face marked with guilt and resignation. The former arrogant Blood Devil, narcissistic, cruel, and especially disrespectful, was completely gone.

"Yeah, she told me," he replied in a calm voice, his eyes lowered. He knew that Uriel's anger was justified.

Uriel, after a few moments, released his grip. He sighed deeply, trying to regain control of his emotions. The situation was catastrophic, but he knew that a solution had to be found. "The most logical solution would be to kill the child before it is even born," he said, his voice hoarse, as if the words themselves were a burden to bear.

"But I know that neither you nor she will accept that," he continued after a brief silence. "So, I propose something else. Zitish must leave the front. She will go to give birth to this child in safety. Once born, we will hide this child in a mortal family, under our supervision. No one must ever know."

Linfer slowly nodded, absorbing the words of his ally. This was the only solution that offered a chance for this child to live, even if it meant that neither he nor Zitish could see it grow up. "You're right," he said softly. "This is what we must do." Before leaving the room, Linfer turned to add one last thing: "Don't forget to send Zitish here after..."

Linfer nodded, then disappeared in a bloody mist.

...

A few hours later, Zitish presented herself before Uriel, her heart pounding. She was tense, as she knew her uncle's temperament. He stood straight, his hands on his hips, still facing this grand view that dominated all the land ready for conquest. When Zitish entered the room, he did not even turn towards her.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't execute you on the spot, according to Article 739, Clause E of the Charter," Uriel declared in a cold and cutting voice.

Zitish felt a chilling shiver run down her spine. She knew that this article was used in the most extreme cases, those where an Elysian dared to break the sacred laws by mingling with Infernos.

She remained silent for a moment, searching for her words, while her uncle's relentless voice continued to recite the law. "No Elysian from the South must maintain a relationship with these infamous and impious beings that are the Infernos. In the event of such a relationship, he and his family will be banished from the Elysian Fields. Clause F: in the worst case where offspring is born, the Elysian will be publicly executed, along with the impious child and the infamous being."

Zitish bit her lip. The tension in the room was palpable, and she knew that a misstep could condemn her. Finally, she took a deep breath and declared in a trembling voice: "Linfer told me that upon his death, the Wendigos would become uncontrollable."

Uriel finally turned his gaze away from the horizon, his eyes slightly narrowing under the effect of this new information. "Are you sure of this?" he asked in a more measured voice, but still marked with suspicion.

"Yes, uncle," she replied quickly, hoping to convince him.

Uriel sighed deeply, then finally turned towards her, his gaze softened, although he remained firm. "It was risky to put you in danger like this," he murmured, reflecting.

"Tomorrow, you will leave for Iustitia. You will give birth to the child there, far from all eyes. Then, you will return to the Elysian Fields, and we will entrust the child to a mortal family, remaining at a distance. I will personally watch over him."

"But-"

"There are no buts, it's an order!"

Zitish, although hesitant, understood that she had no other choice. "Alright, uncle," she said, her voice marked with resignation.