The beautiful angel female sat in the meadow quietly breastfeeding her toddler son, a large and sturdy boy who squirmed happily in her arms. She smiled, not seeing the huge male angel coming up behind her. By the time she heard his muttered Latin it was too late; his spell had been cast, and she was out cold, asleep. The male bent down, touching her neck with his hand and kissed her lips. Carefully, he picked up his son, who he hadn't seen since his birth. The male's name was Abaddon LightningSword, and he'd been lured in by the darker aspects of sorcery, which had caused him to abandon his new family. He couldn't stay away as much as he'd hoped however, so today he had taken this risk to see his wife and son just briefly and in total secrecy.
"James. What a stalwart boy you have become. Ahhh...magic, so...you take after me, indeed." Abaddon mused, seeing tiny lightning bolts shimmering around the baby boy. Abaddon smiled despite fighting it as his cute son played with the gold amulet he wore. Abaddon shifted his huge black wings, fire glowing above them, as it was his favorite of the magical elements. "So...yours is lightning....and....steel." Abaddon thought out loud, as a vision of two broad swords came to him. "A battle mage, a warrior & a caster...how unusual. How interesting. Hmm...be quiet boy. Potentia to Vos. Ignis magicea. Perdere omnis hostes. Victoriam filius. Angelus cornu potentia." Abaddon sang softly; little James was asleep from his father's rather dark lullaby.
"Alright. I have to go, boy." Abaddon said, suddenly guilty he'd come at all. He looked around and seeing as no one was watching, he kissed his son on the forehead and laid him in the arms of his mother, kissing her there too. He turned and went to leave and winced at the mournful cry baby James let out, somehow sensing his father's second departure. Abaddon was horrified by how much the baby's cries affected him. He inhaled, every instinct inside him screaming at him to rejoin his family and protect them. So strong were his feelings he grew angry in his fighting them.
"Shut up, boy! I knew I should never have come here. Stop your sniveling at once before I...I..." Abaddon raised his hand, which glowed with fire. Horrified at himself, he muttered a spell in rage instead, one that would turn his heart to stone and allow him to forsake his instincts and leave. Abaddon turned his back on his beautiful wife and crying son and swiftly flew away, snapping his fingers to break the sleeping spell on James' mother. He wiped the tears of rage and pain from his eyes and turned on his huge wings towards his distant sorcerer's tower.