Inside the walls of the world's largest palace, a birth was being performed. A balding doctor with a grey mustache that covered his mouth stood in front of a woman lying on a medical bed. There was a nurse standing next to him. In addition to her nurse outfit, she wore a metal collar around her neck.
The woman they stood in front of was lying on the medical bed with her legs spread. Her head was thrown back, and she was screaming as loud as her voice would allow her. The doctor looked over the medical charts. Flipping between one and the other. "This is quite strange indeed, Miss Duval. I've never seen anything like it. It's like your body restarted the labor process halfway through. Are you experiencing any ill side effects?"
She was drowning out his voice while the doctor yammered on. She gritted her teeth before she turned her face towards the doctor. Staring daggers at him. "You incompetent physician! My stomach has been doing cartwheels for the past hour! It felt like the baby damn near disappeared for a second! Of course when it came BACK. I ALMOST POPPED LIKE A DAMN BALLOON! Where the hell is my morphine?"
"Hmm…" The doctor mumbled as he took the verbal abuse. "Nurse. I believe the wife requires a pain reliever. Please go and grab a morphine drip."
"Um. Doctor. I don't believe a morphine drip would be healthy for the baby." The nurse held a clipboard up against her chest. Hoping it would act as a shield to protect her from the pure rage of her master.
Hearing she wouldn't be getting the medicine of her choice. She prepared to launch into another verbal assault. The door to the bedroom opened to reveal a figure that hadn't been here for the past few hours. A tall, slender man wearing a white dress shirt and black dress pants.
As he walked towards the bed. The doctor and nurse got out of his way. Giving him clear passage to the side of the bed. Taking his seat at the side of the bed. In a calm, measured voice. He spoke to her while grabbing her hand. "Hello, dear. I came to check up on you. How are you feeling?"
Without missing a beat, the woman spat in his face.
Both medical professionals tensed. Both medical professionals were eager to avoid the impending punishment. He grabbed a handkerchief out of his pocket. The master wiped the spit off his face. He returned a loving look to the woman. "Don't worry. I know you don't know any better." Standing up, he throws the handkerchief onto the side table. And walks back out the door. Standing in the doorway, he looks back at the doctor. "Dr. Manchee. If my wife suffers any complications. I will have you executed by the head of God's Knights."
The doctor lost all color in his face as his blood rushed down his body. Turning back to the pregnant woman. The man smirked as he spoke to her. "Once my son is born. You will learn to act like a proper Celestial Dragon."
The doctor closed the door, leaving the rest of the room in silence. "Yes, well." The doctor readjusted his glasses. "I suppose we need to get back to—"
Cutting him off, the woman began screaming again. "Ah! S-shit! The baby's coming!" With renewed motivation. The medical staff got ready to bring into the world a new celestial dragon. Their efforts would take them to the wee hours of the night. The labor lasted a full twenty-six hours to produce one child.
As the moon hung high in the sky, it waited for the sun to take its shift. The mother held the baby in her arms. Lily looked down at the adorable little face of the baby she had been holding. The baby has been in her body for the past nine months. She used a finger to poke his fat little cheeks. She ran her finger through the little floof of hair on his head. "My little baby. You'll be the one lance of happiness I'll have in this nightmare." After she said that, a realization struck her.
While she sat on the bed, the doctor returned to the room. "Now then. Miss Lily. There's just one last matter. The master has given permission to name the child to you. What are you thinking?"
Stroking the baby's head. Lily looks at his little face, as she knew what his name would be. "Lance. Lance Duval."