****40 A.A, IN THE LAVISH BEDROOM OF AN EXPENSIVE MANOR.****
"Miss 79th Blizzard, push. I can see the baby's head so just keep pushing." A midwife encouraged the woman going through labor.
"I'M PUSHING DAMN IT. AND STOP CALLING ME BY MY TITLE." The woman shouted, glaring down at the nurses and midwives with the intensity of a mother tigress.
"Y- Yes Miss Bianca. We apologise for our error." One of the nurses stuttered out an apology on everyone else's behalf after realising that any more stretched silence could reignite the woman's wrath.
"Bianca, darling, they're just under a lot of pressure and using your auraisn't making the situation better." A light-blue haired man said, his every word dropping the temperature in the room by a few degrees.
"PRESSURE! PRESSURE!! DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME THAT THEY ARE UNDER PRESSURE. I'M THE ONE PUSHING A BABY OUT OF MY BODY, A BABY YOU PUT IN ME IN CASE YOU DON'T REMEMBER." Bianca shouted, her eyeballs lighting up in intense fury as she countered her husband's effect on the room.
"Erm miss 79th Blizzard, I mean Miss Bianca, if possible could you please push the baby out faster. We wouldn't want him to be born after midnight." The midwife from earlier said, her body quivering as a pair of twin flaming balls locked onto her.
"Hmm, hurry up she said. Why didn't I think of that, ooh I know why. Do you want to know why miss midwife, huh. IT'S BECAUSE YOU CAN'T F*CKING RUSH THIS. ARE YOU EVEN SURE YOU'RE A QUALIFIED MIDWIFE."
"Luke, when this is over investigate her and check if she's qualified, we can't have idiots like these placed in charge of other's lives." Bianca commanded, her eyes never leaving the midwife.
"P- please Mr. 79th Blizzard, Miss Bianca. Have mercy on me. I'm the eldest child with 5 younger siblings, we have no parents to look after us so I take care of everything. Please I can't lose this job." The midwife prostrated on the floor, begging with all her being, not even caring the slightest about the concept called dignity.
"Hmph. You should have thought about that before making dumb suggestions." Bianca closed her eyes in satisfaction.
"Don't worry miss Florence you're not losing your job, and you, darling. Are you even pushing anymore." Luke said, making snowflakes fall with a wave of his hands after seeing how the medical practitioners in the room were basically melting.
"Hehe Lukey darling, you're playing a dangerous game here, undermining my authority in front of these children."
"Besides just because I'm not screaming my head off doesn't mean I'm not pushing. It's like the little guy has a will of his own and keeps resisting every atte- aaah. HE'S COMING." Bianca announced in a short series of pants and deep breaths as her baby boy slowly slipped out of her and into another midwife's arms.
"Quick, someone tell me the time." Luke said sounding distressed and loosing his characteristic cool for the first time since arriving.
"I-I'm sorry Mr. 79th Blizzard. He didn't make it." A nurse said, pointing on the wall clock.
"No. What do you mean he didn't make it. What's the time, ANSWER ME." He thundered, snowflakes turning into sharp miniature ice shards which promised pain in more ways than one.
"I'm sorry Mr. 79th Blizzard, time of birth, 00:01:30, Friday 13th October, 2045." The nurse said with a shaky tone.
Pausing for a short while she continued, "In accordance with the Awakeners Act 12, we have to report this to the Association of Peacekeepers for him to be flagged as a possible cursed one."
The temperature of the room increased and decrease in unequal parts as the last words left her mouth, putting all the nurses present in a state of extreme discomfort.
"YOU MUST BE MAD TO THINK THAT I'LL HAND OVER MY CHILD DUE TO SOME STUPID LAWS MADE BY SOME OLD BASTAR— "
"-Bia, language. We wouldn't want our little Jacob to pick up some foul words as the first thing he heard after being born would we?"
Luke, the 79th Blizzard cut his wife short with a smile.
"Bu- but Lukey it's not fair. They want me to give up my baby to some people who don't even know the pain of labour. All because what? They're scared." Bianca muttered as she tried her best to hold back her tears.
"Bia darling, they were just repeating what they have been taught, it's not their fault. Why don't you stay here with Jacob a little longer while I go find these nice nurses something to drink." Luke said, the warm smile on his face briefly giving way to something colder which Bianca saw.
"Mm okay, I'll be waiting. Don't take too long alright, we both need as much time with Jacob as we can possibly get."
Agreeing with his wife, Luke kissed her forehead tenderly before leading the 5 medical practitioners outside the bedroom and to the kitchen.
Once outside the bedroom, the nurses considerably eased up fearing the worst out of the way.
It wouldn't have come as a surprise to any of them if Bianca had gotten defensive and decided to set them all on fire to protect her son.
They had seen similar incidents happen more times than they cared to count. Overprotective parents and relatives doing their best to protect children born on cursed days, choosing to live in sweet denial believing that their children weren't cursed, believing that they were exemptions.
Most of the time they failed and the Peacekeepers came barging down their doors, incarcerating all those involved.
But the few times they managed to succeed, the consequences of their actions came back to bite them in their asses, in the form of cursed beasts spilling out from portals created by their children in a fit of rage, destroying everything and everyone in sight.
"We are here, take any drink you want from the fridge." The 79th Blizzard's voice tore them from their thoughts.
"Thank you, that's kind of you." The lead nurse spoke as she gestured the others to do same.
"Oh it's nothing much, you deserve this at least, considering the stress my wife put you through." He said with a light chuckle.
After a round of nervous laughter, they all took their drink of choice from the well stocked fridge, the lead nurse setting for water while the others took the opportunity to try out expensive drinks they would otherwise not have gotten access to.
"Mr. Blizzard, you know I don't have a choice right?"
"I know."
"You know I don't really want to do this right? It's just that the law has greater implications on unaffiliated people like us, so my hands are really tied. You know that right?"
"I know and don't worry, my wife knows it too." He said with a smile that somehow left them more nervous than assured.
Brushing away their fears as exhaustion having an effect on them, they all took a big gulp of the beverages in their hands- their last ever beverages as with a command from Luke, they turned into blocks of ice in their throats.
Try as they did, they were unable to dislodge the objects forcing them to cry hot tears and claw at their own necks as they died from suffocation.
As a final measure of safety, he encased their bodies in thick films of ice before stuffing the ice sculptures in a hidden freezer on the left where two similar sculptures already stood.
"No hard feelings, but my hands are tied. I can't let you take my child, not without a fight. I hope you understand." Luke whispered to the frozen victims, knowing very well that they were already dead.
With a final prayer for their departed souls, Luke closed the freezer and rushed back to be with his wife and newborn son, praying to the gods above to give them strength to survive the coming years