Damon’s firstborn.

As he sat there upon his throne, an expression of confusion boring through his eyes, Damon suddenly stood, opened a portal in front of him, as he herded his wives around him, waiting for everyone to gather, as they then walked through the portal, finding Elyrah Lalabune sitting lackadaisically upon her own throne.

Then, after a brief conversation, she joined them, as Damon made another portal, before leading his group through it once more.

Then, he was within the Chromatic Council’s chambers, staring softly at the downtrodden Dovei Argentum, sitting stoically upon her own throne of sorts, as she slowly oriented her draconic snout around, snoring away with slight bursts of flame encompassing it.

And there Damon was, in the midst of all of his women, staring at, apparently, the mother of his first child, which was still in the egg, and was still unclaimed, but soon…

Then, Damon teleported himself, and every one of his wives away, landing them all in the throne room of his castle floating atop the sky.

And as Damon stood before the crowd of women, all waiting to tear into him lasciviously, in a wide variety of ways and manners, and Dovei, as she was slowly waking up from a stoic slumber, rising from her curled form, as she slowly shifted to her human form, standing beside her fellow wives, awaiting his words.

And then, Damon gave the second to last present, “Well… Elyrah Lalabune, for you my love, I have this Amulet Of Speed, and uhh…” Damon was as awkward as he could be, as he was struggling to work himself up to giving the last present. But then, he did, “And finally, for Dovei Argentum, my scaled beauty, I… I have our first child…”

“”What?”“

An immense raucous was instantly ringing about, as the gathered wives began complaining, “Damon… Where’s our babies?” And again, “Damon… You said I’d be your first.” Or further, but Damon, hearing everything, hadn’t a thing to say in response, as he was suddenly simply holding a large egg, a crystalline outer shell, composed of a, somehow, absolutely pure silver lining, a lining which was thoroughly threaded around the entirety of the egg, sufficiently showcasing the main color scheme, or lack thereof, as the large majority of the egg’s surface reflected an absurd array of colors and shades, an ever shifting, ever radiant gradient signifying Damon’s might, and his sheer status in this world, truly.

And then, as Damon handed the egg slowly over to Dovei, a soft, but brilliant gleam appeared within her eyes, as she held the egg gently within her grasp, looking down at it with a brilliantly wide gaze, before she closed her eyes, laid her head against the hard shell, and dropped to the ground, reverting to her Dragon form, holding the egg still in a tender, but ever firm grasp, as she kept Damon, his name, his visage, his very being as a whole within her mind, as she began coddling her egg.

Then, as Damon stood watching everything Dovei was doing, he was accosted by his beautiful wives, all echoing words of similar meaning and phrasing. “”Where’s our babies…?”“ And more, “”It's not fair, where's our…?”“ and all the sorts, but Damon, he hadn’t budged an inch since he realized it.

“I’m gonna be a father…?” Damon spoke softly, before saying it again, louder, “I’m gonna be a father…”

Then, as Damon stood there, his gaze wandered between his wife who’d been granted what she’d desired, and in response, every other wife that was jealous, leaving Damon in a tight spot. Or so it seemed, as he let loose a few simple words.