I would like to introduce Noctem's parents, Ellora and Deorn.
Noctem never called Ellora a mother. Since the birth of her daughter, the dragon dumped responsibility and upbringing on nannies, and became interested in Noctem only when she turned 14, because then it was possible to talk to her about "adult topics". Since that time, Ellora has been no more than a friend and inspiration to Noctem, her mother influenced her taste and character, but she was deprived of real maternal love.

Noctem's father was rarely seen. He was an unattainable authority for her. It was rare for them to be alone and talk. Noctem was afraid of him and admired him at the same time. Once, he saved her life.:

There was a knock on the door, and Noctem's legs went numb. Fear mixed with excitement twisted her stomach, she barely found the strength to open the door.

She was met by a tall, serious man from whose gaze she wanted to hide. Those piercing red eyes, a serious face and a tense forehead. He looked indifferent and completely uninterested in what was happening. Father looked beyond the tortured corpse behind his daughter

"Hello, Noctem," he said coldly. The girl lowered her head, looking at her father's patent leather shoes.

"Hello...Mister," she said, her voice weak and trembling with fright. In moments of fear, Noctem did not dare to call her father by his first name.

- I hope you fully understand what you have done and what consequences will follow.

"Yes," the dragon replied timidly.

"Are you hurt?" Smoky fingers grabbed the girl's chin and roughly lifted her face. He saw a bloodstained face, bite marks on his neck and arms. The father exhaled with a hiss, anger gathering in his red eyes. "Get in the car."