Some things are better left unseen

Maintaining his grip on the unruly vampir is easy. Though when those sharp nails finally slice through the clay, Kaine's eyes narrow. "Both of you are lucky I'm used to my body being in pieces. This hunk of clay's comfier than that old hunk of armor..."

Without the burden of his arm's pitiful reach, he can slam Lazarus against the wall. For just a brief moment, he can pretend this is Hadeous. ...This contract just keeps getting better by the day.

All Cyprian can do is squeal at the horrid action. Logic says he shouldn't care -- it's his blood -- but that just makes it worse. "I'll kill him myself! Who in their right minds would even keep a filthy thing like that?!"

There's a horrified scream as Lazarus takes note of what's happening. The sound itself rather feminine and unintentional- especially in its frequency which would alarm those he'd bitten to act defensively in his favour. Of course, such an ability had never been used by him before- not to his knowledge anyway- surely the times his master came running were just coincidence...

Soft weeping begins as his body burns. He can already feel himself slipping away from the pain itself, but inside him- was that little life alright? He couldn't focus well enough to know for sure, not as blood trickled down his pale skin.

"M-Mom-"

Provoking a Vaudrei is never a good idea, nor is threatening a vampir's child. But perhaps he grew lax in his time dealing with humans. Perhaps for once, he overestimated their capabilities.

So with power that shouldn't, that wouldn't be contained within layers and layers of clay, Kaine rips the angered beast from the human's neck. It's only by infernal grace that he doesn't bleed out. "And you will not kill him." Not "you will not hurt him" like a true construct would say -- that would just be too dull.

Dilated pupils and a flushed face can only stare glare at Lazarus. That filthy creature dare touch, dare bite him?! "We are done here!" Cyprian's voice cracks and the humiliation of it all further fuels his anger.

Like a feral cat, Lazarus lashes out with sharp nails and hisses through bared fangs. The blood was enough to strengthen him, giving him some sort of edge in his little fight of theirs. Even if he didn't slice through this construct, he'd definitely do some damage.

"Do not touch my master! I'll do far worse! I swear it!"

He then spat an accumulation of the man's blood at him.

"You seem to think I truly care. Repaying Mother is my only aim. Whoever lives to see The Reunion doesn't matter." Cyprian taps the table several times and Kaine steps away from the unruly beast.

To threaten his master was one thing, but all vampir had a natural instinct to protect their young. It was a savage instinct, one that fueled the beast inside of each and every one of them. The restraints bent and broke like cheap metals, allowing the vampir to kick off and grab onto the man with a grip so tight it would normally shatter bones. This wasn't his aim, however.

"You will not touch my child!"

"All I care about is The Reunion. When Mother will be with her flesh and blood once more. The rest of the world, Mother's followers... it can all burn for all I care." Cyprian simply watches the creature claw and kick at Kaine. His golem's clothing tears and slight marks are gouged into the clay, but it's only superficial damage. Mother's son knows how to fortify constructs.

"Allow me to educate you on Mother, or as her followers know her, Mother of All Magicks." If this beast was more intrigued, he could tell it everything that Mother told him over the years...

Instead, he'll have to keep things relevant to the Usurper line. "Mother's only crime was that she didn't want Death to take her beloved. The Usurper, a man Mother once called friend, decided he wanted her power. So he reported her deeds and called for Mother's children to be taken. ...And Ganymede Lazul, eventual father of Calypso and Sirius, was credited for all of Mother's work."

He taps the table twice and Kaine lets go of the creature, but his beloved construct stays as a shield between him and it. "Mother's followers have been watching the Usurper's blood. Calypso Lazul yearned for the immortality Mother wanted and used Mother's research to make a son to continue her work. While abusing her created son, she came to own an alluring creature, which ended up in her son's ownership."

How- How did this bastard know? All it took was the subtle hints to make it click. Aster was his master and that other one- that was the mistress. But how the hell did this fucker know about the child? He hadn't told anyone, not even his master- simply out of fear of losing it like he had before. Surely male humans didn't produce offspring like he could, and he wasn't very far along, so how?!

"You know nothing about me-"

Being labeled as an 'unknown creature' was rather offensive, but he wouldn't say anything. He merely growled and showed his fangs again threateningly. As long as he still breathed, he'd fight to protect the little life inside of him. It was his master's. It was his duty to keep his master happy- and he was certain his master would be happy about it.

"You're not going to find out anything either! I won't tell you a damn thing!"

It's only because of Kaine's quick reflexes that he's not spit upon. His beloved first golem shields him from the disgusting assault and then grips the Usurper pet's jaw tight enough that the bone threatens to crack.

"A-Apparently you are stupid enough to cause your master's death. Though perhaps Mother would have mercy upon him. She enjoys collecting those starved of love... And to be created from her work... she might see Usurper Aster as flattery." Cyprian wrings his hands before looking at the blonde creature again.

There was a sharp yowl when he was grabbed, followed by a slew of hissing and angry yowling as he fought back. His nails raked at the offending thing, legs kicking as hard as he could. If not for the magic in his blood he was certain his bones would have broken with that horrible grip.

"Me? I don't know who the hell you're talking about!"

Wait- Aster- that was his master's old name wasn't it? But the other name, he'd never heard it before so how could he know for sure? He didn't want to jump to conclusions in case he was wrong, so he didn't let any form of acknowledgement show on his face.

"You've been chosen to advance The Reunion. Accept your liberation from the Usurper's influence and Mother will be merciful." The words come naturally, usually reserved for those employed, but a willing subject is easier to work with. Saves on clay and blood to patch up his golems, if nothing else.

"As decades go by, Mother grows impatient. For now, the Usurper's blood means nothing to her. The oldest of the new Usurper generation, son of Calypso, remains safe." Cyprian hums and looks over the generic results. A pregnancy. Interesting...

"Usurper this mother that, shut up! Your voice is irritating!"

A snarl follows and Lazarus's nails rake along the surface beneath them. He felt danger on either side of him so he didn't follow through with his urge to lunge at the bastard in front of him. Still, he glares, the magic in his body crackling over his skin like electricity.

Though the name Aster did ring a far off bell, it wasn't one that he clued in on immediately. Nor did he realize what was being said about a 'next generation'. Instead he continued to growl and allow his magic to snap in warning.

"You really think I'd be stupid enough to work with some asshole who took me from my home and master?! Go fuck yourself!"

He's used to receiving "strange" creatures that could bring about The Reunion, only to find out that they've already been thoroughly researched by Mother. He's used to saying "sorry, but this is worthless." or "at least their blood will make a decent gargoyle or golem.".

But bloodwork that's a total enigma aside from the few universal constants? Joy unlike any other that he's felt in the last decade and a half fills him. Cyprian's sent away all the other humans in the wing with the only other order to inform Mother that the Usurper's line truly did have something useful other than Her stolen research.

Jangling chains catch his attention and Cyprian snaps his fingers, calling his two golems to the unknown creature's side. He's worked on them for years, constantly improving upon them until the only known creatures that could even temporarily take them out are Mother's creations.

The sound of fingers snapping followed by a voice alerted the vampir to another's presence. How he hadn't caught their scent prior eluded him but that didn't matter right now. The approach of-- whatever those were threw him into fight or flight. With fangs bared he hissed and pushed himself back, as far away as he could.

"Where the hell am I?!"

He spat, white diamond pupils narrowing as adrenaline rushed through his system. His heart hammered in his chest, senses heightened and mind alert. The grogginess from before was seemingly erased and all that was left was anger.