Onyx quickly masked the sly grin on his face with a serious expression. "Father, why are you writing your will now? Surely, you have many years still left to live, right?"
Sirius got out of his chair and walked towards Onyx. He was taller than his son so he looked down on him, "Onyx, my son...my only son." He clutched Onyx's shoulder tightly with his large hand.
Onyx didn't speak, he only looked up at him. It was unusual for his father to get this close to him. He analysed his father's face and it was the same as it had ever been, disappointed. Onyx hadn't cared at all as even though he called Sirius his father he had always been emotionally disconnected from such familial relations. There was no particular reason; it was simply because he was born with a cold heart.
"Fetch your younger sister. It is something all three of you should hear."
