A week passed, and the worry over Azazel's disappearance weighed heavily on Sarah, Elysia, and the others, as well as Kreo's parents. But everyone was most confused about Kreo's new powers.
With the daycare still closed for another day, Kreo remained patient. Each day, he went to Azazel's apartment, hoping that he would return, yet each day ended in disappointment as Azazel remained missing. He wanted to make a missing person report, being the hero of Tenawyuv it was his job to keep that person safe and not allowed to make the report.
Kreo drove his parents to the hospital, Darla couldn't help but voice her confusion. "Who are we meeting?" she asked.
Kreo paused for a moment before responding, his voice steady but tinged with emotion. "Your grandchildren," he replied.
Darla and Alexander exchanged a shocked glance, their minds struggling to process what Kreo had said. Had they heard correctly? It was as surprising as it was bewildering, leaving them both speechless as they tried to comprehend the situation.
As they drove towards the hospital, Kreo's parents exchanged a confused glance, unsure if they had heard their son correctly. The mention of grandchildren seemed to come out of nowhere, adding another layer of confusion to an already stressed situation.
"Grandchildren?" Darla said with disbelief.
Kreo nodded solemnly, his eyes focused on the road ahead. "Yes," he confirmed. "Azazel gave birth to my children before he...disappeared."
The revelation hung heavy in the air, the weight of it sinking in slowly as Darla and Alexander processed the news. They were stunned, struggling to comprehend the magnitude of what their son had just told them.
"Azazel...gave birth?" Darla repeated.
Kreo nodded again. "Yes," he said quietly. "I know it's a lot to take in, but...they're your grandchildren."
Darla and Alexander exchanged another glance, their thoughts racing as they tried to make sense of the situation. They had so many questions, but for now, they simply sat in silence.
Kreo led his parents into the hospital's NICU, where the tiny cries of newborns filled the air. As they approached the incubators, Kreo's heart swelled with pride.
Kreo gestured to the oldest of the triplets, a tiny bundle swaddled in blankets. "Say hello to your grandson."
Darla and Alexander leaned in to get a closer look, marvelling at the sight of the tiny newborn. But as they glanced around the NICU, Alexander's sharp eyes caught sight of another incubator nearby, bearing the same last name—James.
His brows furrowed as he turned to Kreo. "Kreo, is there another baby with our last name?" he asked, his tone tinged with uncertainty.
Kreo's smile widened at his father. "That's because we have three," he explained, his voice filled with joy. "We had triplets."
Darla and Alexander's eyes widened in astonishment as they processed the revelation. Three grandchildren—three tiny miracles—bearing the family name. It was a moment of disbelief and overwhelming joy as they realised the blessing that they had.
Kreo's parents were sad of Azazel's disappearance but excited to meet their grandchildren. Kreo smiled at the sight of his parents, he only wished that he too could share a moment like that with Azazel.
The next day, with Azazel still not found, Kreo brought Sarah, Lilith and the others to the hospital. They too were shocked by Kreo's news but were glad that there's guesses we're true.
"We will find Azazel," Lilith comforted.
"He loves you with all his heart, I can tell," Alex said. "Don't worry so much."
As evening came, everyone left including Kreo. The search for Azazel wasn't over but it was closed for the night.
They would still try to contact Azazel but there will never be a response.
After two days of bringing his parents and friends to the hospital, Kreo hadn't gone back at all.
That night, he planned to check on them again, but his alarm rang. The villain was out on the loose again. Kreo clenched his fist before flying out to the reported sighting.
As Kreo approached Igneior City, he saw the villain floating in the air, looking in his direction. The villain had a golden opera mask on while standing perfectly still, as if time had frozen.