“You are ten thousand years old and everyone besides a few meaningless mortals knows it. Meaning you’re 9,450 years older than myself.” Dee kept himself expressionless and unamused. “I have enough power that I am almost entirely in-shadowed. No one knows, or can find out my personal life.”
At this point, Dee stopped bothering to filter himself, even though he meant his every word in a kind, innocent matter, if Scathach misinterpreted him it was her own fault. “Being pregnant is a perfectly natural thing, even if it happened on cruel, and unnatural circumstances. Most people who have lived as long as you have had multiple children, even the great warriors, conquerors, and ‘gods’. No one besides your grandmother would be too surprised at the news.”
“And you will not be alone.” Dee wondered if he should bother saying anything, as the girl might be too absorbed in hormones and self pity to acknowledge these facts. “Your sister,” who according to some mythology, was a million times more promiscuous than Scathach, “nearly sacrificed her life for just the chance of your forgiveness. She, even Niten, would not abandon you, or the child.” John would not like to be the one to face Aoife’s rage, if she found the person who did this to her sister. She loved her sister so much she killed the remnants of the ninja’s because they betrayed Scatty, but what she would do to the person who blackmailed her? It would be terrifying.
“The Flamel’s will be there for you regardless. I have been pretty much leaving them alone so their company is much safer to keep.” Which was true, Dee had been keeping a safe, even cordial distance from the Flamel’s. Dee shuddered and secretly relished at a random memory that appeared that the thought of the Flamel’s, he still felt like the ghost of his wife would appear for revenge at any instant. “If you have the child, Tsagaglalal would wholey be there for them. She would even raise them, and give them a happy life. If you decide not to.”
“I raised a few demon children, and they grew to fit in with wealthy Elizabethan society.” John gave a slightly smile, hinting at pride, at the memory of his children. “In modern America most of the mortal children are basically demons anyway, much less vampires. Allot of them actually are demons. A vampire child would fit in fine, especially in a place like New York City, New Jersey, or even Washington State. Even with minimal supervision.”