📜 Odessa's Journal — “The First Night of Ambrose”
Date: The night the veil thinned (Third Trimester Moon, Forgotten Hollow) Entry Title: The First Night of Ambrose
They say the dead of night is when most things come alive — secrets, memories, the pulse beneath silence.
It was sometime past midnight when the contractions began, and though the pain was sharp, there was something… ancient about it. As if the blood of every Vatore before him stirred in anticipation. Caleb was at my side — frantic but trying to look composed, pacing the length of the hallway like it mattered, like he could hold the moon back just a little longer. Lilith kept her distance, but I could hear her downstairs muttering prayers in Old Simlish.
And then — as the wind howled outside, rattling the stained glass — he arrived.
Ambrose.
Named for a quiet strength and a brilliant flame that burns even in darkness. His cry was sharp, fierce, a sound that echoed through the manor and made even the bats fall still. He has Caleb’s eyes — that stormy stillness — but already I see something wild and literary blooming behind them. Maybe he’ll be a dreamer. Maybe he’ll tear the world apart and rewrite it with ink and fangs.
He is mine, and I have never loved anything more completely. And yet… I already feel time moving again. Not the hours, but the centuries.
Motherhood as a Vampire is… strange. My heart, which hasn’t beat in years, feels like it’s thundering.
Tonight, Forgotten Hollow gained a new heir. His name is Ambrose Vatore. And his story begins now.
"Welcome to the world little bat." - Caleb Vatore
— Odessa Nyx 🦇