In death's cradle, Nerva nursed the elf's daughter in her arms. The little girl suckled on her finger that dripped pure darkness, and the liquid nourished her like no other. Born from the curse of dark water, there could've been no greater nourishment for her than to be fed by corruption's mother.
Watching the girl cooing and turning in her arms and clinging onto her hands, a smile crept up the lips of Nerva. A chuckle escaped right after, and her gaze shifted to another part of her eternally dark home in the very bowels of her world, she noticed minute little embryos alongside one other infant who had grown more than the rest.
