194 Dawn of a New Day (1/2)
A new day dawns, and the third person within my household finally awakens.
On the small and comfy bed that I had left her in, Christina looks around the bedroom and takes in her new surroundings. She wonders where she currently is, as the last thing that she remembers is sitting in the car with me, being driven away from her home, at least what she had believed to be her home.
It wasn't really her home. It never was, as Christina had never lived there with her mother.
Her mother did not remember her, as it has been so many years already, actually more than four years to be exact. Her mother did not even recognize her voice due to having only heard it electronically via international phone calls in the past four years, and those phone calls were not very often either.
The last one is months ago.
And coupled with the fact that her father has abandoned her and disappeared without saying exactly why, Christina cannot help but feel completely unwanted by everyone she knows and loves. No child should ever feel that, especially when they don't really have anything special in their life.
Like Christina. Her destiny has been derailed, and it is not my intention.
Since I am solely responsible for what had happened to her leading up to this point, purposely or not, I allow Christina to wail in her own sorrow for a little while, as she is still a child herself.
There is no need to be strict with Christina, at least not yet.
But I suppose I will have to be when Christina is much older. I am expecting each and every single one of my daughters to be the best that they can be, adopted or not.
I mean the ones that I actually put a bit of time and effort into.
In all honesty, I prefer them to be older, as I don't have to deal with the rebellious phrase during their teenage years that they might or might not go through.
A lot of children actually do have some kind rebellious tendency as they grow older, strangely enough.
Christina will as well when she becomes a teenager, but in her case, it is more severe.
That is because of what Christina is, an evolved human. The changes in her body and mind due to the M-strain are quite extreme, at least biologically.
It would be quite interesting to witness once Christina hits puberty.
While the M-strain doesn't really interfere with her appearance, it does accentuate and enhance some of her physical features. Those natural physical traits other hers, as she did not inherit any from me.
Not that Christina needed to inherit any.
Christina is a pretty as a child, more so if she eats more and fills out. If she is being fed correctly, I think she will grow up to be quite beautiful. More so than her counterpart in the original timeline. Charming and elegant in her own way.
Combining with her innate artistic talents, her road towards stardom is almost a certainty. More than a certainty with my help and the addition of magic.
Magic breaks the natural laws of the observable universe, at least in scientific point of view. That said, it does follow its own laws and rules from what I can understand, but despite researching for centuries, those laws and rules are not clearly defined.
It appears that magic does not operate in the context of what normally can be perceived. That is what Alex and Hans have determined. Their future self, in an alternate future.
Their theory seems plausible, considering that magic exists since the dawn of creation, and the mages on Azula manage to do barely scratch the surface of what is possible. Still, what little I know collectively is enough for me to do what I want to do with the Entertainment Industry.
It is a cheat, but nothing about me and my power isn't considered cheating.
I would have never achieved so much by being a normal person with morals and what's not. There are still things that sickens me, but generally, if the end result is what I am seeking for then I actually have no problem of getting there.
Same with Christina, who eventually joins me and Antigone in the kitchen. It did take her a while since there are many rooms before the kitchen, and she is a curious child herself. That is expected since she usually left alone by herself when she was living with her actual father.
The man is out of the picture for now. He is in the hospital, healing from his injuries. The kind of injuries that he himself had inflicted upon Christina over the course of years. I just give it back to him all in one go.
Antigone takes notice of Christina the moment she enters the kitchen. If baby can be jealous, Antigone is beyond jealous, but as she is currently within my embracing arms, she is more behave than usual.
”Good morning, Christina. Did you sleep well last night?”
I greet the nine years old as I pick up the milk bottle off the counter and shake it.
The bottle has been sitting there for several hours, so it is not really warm anymore, but that problem can easily be rectified through my powers. Several powers actually.
Obviously, I can use my ability to manipulate thermal energy to reheat the milk, but I prefer to use my temporal power. It is far more suited for the task. Not only that it makes all the bacteria being unborn as if they aren't there in the first place, it allows me to refill the bottom should Antigone has consumed any.
The same way I would refill my coffee if I needed more. Not needed to keep myself awake, but for me to continuing to enjoy the taste.
With my power, I only ever need to mix the baby formula once, but I did it a few times just to get that ratio right. After that, I just use my power to get it perfect every time.
Definitely cheating.
Even using the fabricator cannot it as perfect as I can due to multiple environmental factors. Therefore, my daughter, Antigone should have nothing to complain about.
Of course, as a baby, Antigone complains, nonetheless, just so I can give her more fatherly love. I think she fakes it most of the time, probably. Not sure, as I don't really want to read her mind.
And if Antigone is anything like Adria, being the Avatar of Time, it would be pointless to. I do hope that Antigone won't have to leave me once she grows up because that kind of hurt, emotionally.
”Um. Yes, mister.”
Christina answers me as I suck on the bottle a little to make sure before feeding Antigone.
That recaptures Antigone's attention. She doesn't really pay any attention to anything else when she is being fed her favorite brand of foods.
Obviously, like every newborn baby, milks from her mother is the best for her. Although, I can actually synthesis breastmilk perfectly, it would still not be the same due to several factors.
That is why I had allowed Ambrosia, her biological mother, to take care of her for the first few months of her life.
There is no reason beyond that. Maybe to test Ambrosia as well, but I don't think she would harm her child regardless of what kind of scheming person she was. She did, however, believed I would not take her life she is has given birth to Antigone.
As if I would let something like that stops me, and besides, Antigone doesn't seem to miss her mother at all. She only needs me in her life.
Speaking more of Ambrosia, she is hoping to see me, the Supreme Commander of Hydra.
Hydra is her entire world, as she was raised within it by the good doctor for more than three decades or so. To Ambrosia, I am her God. Her only reason to exist.
There is no picture of me within Hydra for security reason. The very same reason to why my profile as well as any information regard to me are not kept on file, physically, digitally or otherwise.
As that is the case, much of the people in Hydra don't really know what I look like personally. More so in Shield since their clearance is even lower.
However, the Hydra ring that they are wearing at all time should inform or warm them whenever they are talking to me or being within my presence. It just stops them from being tortured by me for mostly stupid reasons, such as being arrogance and disrespectful.
That actually happens quite often decades ago. Not so much now.