Arlena held her son tightly, as if afraid he might vanish again.
Ashura didn't pull away—he let her hug him freely, his arms still carefully holding his newborn twins.
Gina peeked from behind her mother, eyes widening when she saw the small bundles in his hands.
"Ash… are those—? Wait, you had twins?!"
Her voice cracked in disbelief, then in excitement.
She rushed over, almost tripping over a chair.
Ashura gave a small smile, the kind only family ever saw from him.
"Yes. They're here."
Lysera stepped inside right then, still a bit tired but glowing with warmth as she approached them.
Arlena gasped softly at the sight of her—elegant, gentle, hair cascading like silver moonlight.
"Lysera, dear…" Arlena said, voice trembling.
"You did wonderfully."
She pulled the young mother into a soft hug—careful but full of love.
Arlena wiped her eyes and looked at the twins with the kind of wonder only a grandmother could have.
Ashura shifted them gently so she could see.
The baby boy stirred first—Luciferus.
His tiny hand reached up, grabbing at Arlena's finger with surprising strength.
Arlena laughed softly.
"He's got your grip, Ashura."
Ashura exhaled faint amusement.
"Hopefully not my temper."
Lysera snorted under her breath.
"Hopefully."
Then Arlena's gaze moved to the girl—Serenity.
Serenity's mismatched eyes blinked open, her blue one shining softly in the morning light, the crimson one glowing faintly.
Gina's jaw dropped.
"She looks like a baby goddess… oh my god, look at her eyes—Ash, she's beautiful."
Ashura nodded proudly.
"Serenity Deynar Bellet."
Gina clasped her hands to her chest.
"And the boy?"
"Luciferus Deynar Bellet."
Gina stared at him like she'd just heard the coolest name in existence.
"That's… absolutely badass."
Arlena laughed softly, leaning in to kiss each baby gently on the forehead.
"My grandchildren…"
Her voice cracked again, softer this time.
"I'm so proud of you, Ashura."
Ashura looked down, silent, but the warmth in his eyes made the entire room feel lighter.
They all moved to the dining table, a simple breakfast spread waiting—eggs, fruit, tea, and warm pastries.
Something so ordinary.
Yet the Eternal One sat there holding his newborns as if this small morning moment mattered more than all the realms he ruled.
Lysera sat beside him, leaning her head gently against his shoulder.
Arlena and Gina watched the twins like hawks—soft hawks—but hawks nonetheless.
Gina reached out and poked Luciferus' cheek.
"He's so squishy."
Lysera giggled.
"He is."
Ashura's eyebrow lifted.
"…Do not poke him too hard."
Gina rolled her eyes.
"Relax, Doom King. I'm not gonna break him."
Ashura sighed with exaggerated patience.
The entire table laughed.
Even he did—quietly, but undeniably.
For a few hours, the world was simple.
Ashura—who had just wiped out the entire pantheon of Outer Gods.
Ashura—who ruled twelve merged dominions.
Ashura—whose existence stabilized dimensions just by breathing.
Sat at a wooden table, eating fruit, holding his newborn children, and listening to his family talk about baby supplies and names and future birthdays.
And he cherished every second.
No cosmic pressure.
No enemy armies.
No divine politics.
Just family.
The only thing that could soften an Eternal One.
Lysera was resting on the couch, her head on Arlena's lap, calmly watching as Gina carried Serenity around the living room like she had just discovered the meaning of life.
Ashura stood near the window again, holding Luciferus, whispering something only the child could hear—
soft, ancient phrases in a language older than this universe.
The baby cooed softly in response.
Gina looked over her shoulder.
"He loves you already, you know."
Ashura turned, a rare smile tugging his lips.
"Good."
"You're gonna spoil them," Arlena teased.
Ashura answered simply:
"If they are mine… they deserve to be."
Lysera rolled her eyes lovingly.
"Ashura…"
He crossed the room, kneeling beside her.
"Rest. I'll stay here for a while."
Her eyes softened.
"I'm glad."
Hours later, the sky turned orange with sunset.
Ashura stood in the middle of his childhood home, holding both twins now—one in each arm.
Arlena came up behind him and hugged him again, resting her head against his back.
"Welcome home, my son."
Ashura closed his eyes, breathing in the moment.
"It's good to be home."