( this chapter is based off Silk-Roads By GenderlessPerson)

The wind was howling like a wolf on the night of full moon as Artemis Aphrodite Potter now known as Artemis Aphrodite Michaelson rocked her four-year-old son in her arms as she listened to howling wind she was pulled into the memories when her beloved son Eric Mors Michaelson was born and how her fateful and beloved servant Death or Mors or what he likes be called freaked out not knowing what to do being god of death he had no knowledge a childbirth so he had to call for outside help, being the year 1922 was hard to find a decent doctor and to avoid detection from Niklaus Mikaelson her husband who been chasing her ever since that night in 1492 and there Michael her father-in-law who wants to her and his family.

Flashback today Eric Mors Michaelson was born

Artemis sat in her favorite cushioned throne that looked quite similar to the Game of Throne. She had this throne made into an exact replica actually. Artemis hummed to herself as she signed yet another parchment inside the Death files.

Paperwork was going to be the death of her. Just as she thought about the different ways to torture her servant, Artemis stiffened at the feeling of her abdomen muscles contract and her water bag burst. Artemis felt her thighs and legs downed in water and the pain was quick to make her grimace.

As she held out a finger, one of her Spirit Ferry landed on it and she whispered to it. It soon disappeared in a flicker of blue light.

Artemis groaned and tried to stand up, only to fall back on her throne. A cold feeling passed through the room and within a second, Death appeared in all its cloaked-like glory.

"Mistress, you called?" It bowed.

"Y-yess. I think I'm in labor."

"… We haven't thought about how to bring the baby out… Have we?"

"No, you idiot! Are you that dumb!?" Artemis gritted her teeth and counted backward from ten to calm herself down. It wasn't Death's fault that her mood just went down the drain.

Death understood her concerns and shook its head when Artemis shot him an apologetic look. It swept his mistress into his arms and glided towards their chamber. Death placed his Mistress on the bed and helped Its Mistress to strip.

"We didn't … think this… through… did we?" Artemis panted as another wave of contraction came.

"I'm afraid not, Mistress. I'm not an expert in bringing life."

Any of your minions … have experience… in childbirth?"

"… They are unable to reproduce."

"Fucking great!" Artemis moaned in pain whilst shooting Death another death glare. "Do something! It bloody hurts! Oh god! How do women do this!? Madness I tell you."

Death covered his mistress with some blankets before disappearing. The Spirit Ferries surrounding the bed were fluttering their wings in an almost nervous gesture as they waited for Death to reappear.

Not another moment had passed before Death appeared with a freaked out doctor under his arm.

Artemis groaned and covered her face. She was sweating and she wanted the bloody baby out of her.

The doctor took notice of the large baby bump and struggled to get himself free from Death's grip. He had forgotten that he had been kidnapped and ran towards Artemis. A true doctor.

"Argh! Dammit… Please be patient you damn baby…" Artemis cried out as another contraction hit her. "Fucking demon I tell you! I'll kill him once he's out! Ah and I'm going to kill Niklaus the next time I see him!" Artemis scream in pain

Death was soon on her by side and held her hand inside his much bigger one. It wiped the sweat that was accumulating at Artemis's forehead whilst the doctor tried to figure out how to get the baby out without endangering the mother's life.

"Well?" Death questioned when he felt his Mistress squeeze his hand tightly.

As pain tore through his mistress once more Death could tell his mistress couldn't help let out a cry of pain.

"Come on, one more strong push," the doctor urged.

Artemis groaned but with one last strong push she fell flat back against the bed, her eyes widening upon hearing a newborn cry, and tears gathered in her eyes in joy.

"Ah...here he is," the doctor said with a grin as he helped clean the baby up, and wrapped him in a dark green blanket.

Artemis could see the babe trying hard to see through his blurry blue eyes.

She nodded towards Death and soon, Death's magic was cast to Him. The eyes were soon cleared and the babe took in the scene of Artemis resting on the bed while Death murmured softly in his mistress's ear.

Soon the doctor left with no memories of this ever occurring. Artemis held her son in her arms. The babe was looking around with wide eyes, as if not believing that he was indeed finally free.

"Forgive me, Mistress." Death bowed in apology and Artemis had to resist the urge of rubbing her throbbing temples, lest she drops her son. "

The babe turned to look at his mother whilst Artemis spoke. She felt her little one's gaze and smiled at the small newborn in her arms.

"Hello, there little one," Artemis whispered softly. The babe gargled a greeting and she chuckled.

Was this how every mother felt for their child? Happiness, pride, protectiveness…? Artemis was afraid of damaging such a small being and was slightly terrified of accidentally breaking the little one's neck. Her little boy was tiny, soft, pruney and pinkish… but he was perfect in Artemis's eyes.

But that's when a thought ran in Artemis's head and said "… How am I supposed to take care and protect my little one from all those who try to harm me or him, especially his own father Niklaus?" Artemis tilted her head and scowled. "Any of your minions know how to take care and keep myself and my newborn son safe?"

"They are worse than I am, Mistress."

"… Merlin. I have no choice but to let you handle things huh…?." Artemis kissed her son's chubby cheeks. Morgana, he is just too cute with all those baby fat!

"Mistress's faith in me is duly noted."

"Oh hush you. Isn't my little Eric beautiful?"

"Eric…?"

"You can't expect me to call him by his full name, Eric Mors Michaelson, all the time would you?"

"Then why did you give him such a long name and from Old Norse name too?" Death deadpanned.

Artemis grinned. "Family tradition."

"Ah yes… To answer your previous question, he's wrinkly and weirdly colored."

Artemis stared drily at Death whilst the newly named Eric gargled and spat incoherent words at the unintentional insult he received.

End of flashback

Artemis smiled in seeing her son beautiful light blue eyes they reminded her of her husband Niklaus Mikaelson, looking at the clock and seeing it was it was only two morning and she had to get up early in few more hours in meeting the Mayor of Mystic Falls after finding out that she was last of one of her that is part of founding families her family where known as the Peverell one of the richest families and most influential Mystic Falls. Sighing once again Artemis gently placed her 4-year-old baby in his crib letting him sleep for the time being. Her son her sweet, innocent little angel who was born from a hybrid of a vampire and werewolf while his mother was a hybrid vampire and a witch.

Artemis feared the Wiccan witches will try harming her child knowing that he was an abomination to Nature which was true. Her son was nearly killed when her mother-in-law Esther stabbed her in the stomach trying to turn her into a vampire when she tried to run. When Michael killed his own children to turn them into vampires as well luckily for Artemis her son was saved by her magic alone. But there was a drawback to the situation, Artemis son took longer to develop in her womb due to the fact that she was a hybrid not wanting to think about it Artemis try to get some sleep knowing she going to have a long day ahead of her.

Time skip to that morning

Artemis was currently sitting on an Augusta Victorian Grey Sofa while feeding Eric.. Once Eric was done feeding Jasmine held him close to her. "Do you like me as your mother Eric?" she whispered softly and he rubbed her cheek with his tiny hand and she kept her own on his and as she brought him close and he snuggled into the crook of her neck happily and she smiled.

Already knew that her son could understand her words. As she thought about the meeting with the mayor she felt a bit nervous shaking those thoughts away Artemis as she placed Eric in his crib.

Looking at the time Artemis grimaced it was almost time for her to head out. Sighing Artemis smoothed out her Casual Autumn Winter and Spring Long Sleeve Dress as she slipped on her Black High Heel Strap Round Toe Faux Suede Heels. while grabbing her Double Breasted Trench Coat with Belt. Artemis smiled in seeing her son look at her with a smile. Artemis knew that she could trust Death to look after her son.

Sighing once again Artemis kissed her son on the forehead as she grabbed her Banned Pentagram Black Alternative Gothic Messenger Bag and keys walked out of her house while waving goodbye to Death and her son. And getting into her blue BMW i8 2017 and headed to school what you thought that she only had one car nope.

Artemis was pulling up into the Mystic Grill parking lot with plenty of time to spare.

Meanwhile with Eric Mors Michaelson

Few years had passed since Tom Marvolo Riddle, now known as Eric Mors Michaelson, was brought into this world. He much prefers his current name. He shivered as he remembered the time when he was stuck inside his mother's… womb. It was dark, cramped and made him develop a major case of claustrophobia. Other than his newly named weakness, his parent was a cause of bewilderment. He had first believed that his father was the cloaked figure at first glance, but he was sorely mistaken when the hooded male called his mother his Mistress. Was his mother a Dark Lady?

Did she become one after his –Voldemort– death?

Judging from his mother's young appearance and she must have just recently graduated Hogwarts– Eric concluded that he was from the wedlock. He sincerely hoped that his current mother didn't dose his current father with love potions. He would have to kill them if that was the case.

The cloaked man's name was still unknown to him as well. He hated being clueless.

He was not really neglected, but the cloaked man was awkward with him. He had a lot of time to think of how he had actually come into this world. He remembered his years clearly until his demise (he still grimaced at the thought of it) from the hands of Potter brat, and still in denial at how someone so young could defeat him.

The thought of Potter brought out his anger and he was ashamed to say that he could not control the tears of rage. Damn baby body!

Perhaps he went through the process of being reincarnated, but since he was not a whole soul, he remembered his past life. Weird, but he was still in shock to come up with a proper theory.

After a few weeks, he became awfully confused over the date. He had seen the calendar when his mysterious caretaker had brought him into his mother's office when said caretaker wanted to do some paperwork whilst feeding him.

It was 2009. He wondered if he had traveled to the future or if he was in another dimension altogether. The theories were endless. He made a mental note to research alternate universes as well as Time Travel and groaned when he felt his stomach grumbling. Where was his caretaker anyway? He heard the floo and assumed that his caretaker had returned from his daily trip to work. The door to his nursery was silently opened and his eyes focused on his mother's beautiful lithe form. She was dressed in the clothes she left early this morning to meet with the mayor. He knew that his mother didn't care about people in general since her first thought on solving a problem was to get rid of a said problem. That means killing.

He was kind of glad that he's related to someone whom doesn't condemn on killing.

Eric had only known her for a week but was already fond of his –bloodthirsty– mother.

"Ah. You're awake." And his mother always spoke to him as if she were talking to an adult. It made him wonder at times if she knew that Eric understood him. Also, the hissing accent of his mother made him wonder if Artemis knew parseltongue. It was highly arousing if he weren't in the body of a baby. "I couldn't find where your temporary caretaker is… So I assumed he took you out for a walk or something…"

He saw the air surrounding his mother rippled with power, much to his amazement. He always appreciates power. Judging by how much his mother has, he anticipated his new body to be just as powerful, if not more.

"But that dunderhead actually left my little boy alone. In a house full of strangers. Alone." What his mother didn't know was that he already knew that those so-called strangers were Muggle prisoners brought by the cloaked man. He even had the pleasure of witnessing the cloaked figure dragging a muggle by a leash, very much like a dog.

The air cleared just as suddenly and he released a disappointed sigh. "Well never mind. Mors has always been awkward."

Mors? Was his caretaker named after death? That was creepy even for him. He loathes death and would do anything to escape the concept entirely.

My meeting with the mayor went smoothly as possible and we'll be moving into the Family Manor soon. Perhaps I could tell you a story to pass time." His mother picked him up and cradled Eric to her chest. "Let's move to my office, my little prince of Chaos."

They made their way towards his mother's office and settled on a sword throne. It was amazing, with real made goblin swords framing said chair. Mors had always sat in this very seat together with him whilst doing a mountain of paperwork, so he had time to scrutinize the swords. He wondered what occupation his mother and caretaker are to be doing stacks of paperwork. Daily.

"Hmmm… How about I tell you about your mummy's life before she meet your daddy?"

Let's see, Eric, I will not lie to you, your mummy's life was a horrible nightmare. The first 10 years or 11 years of her life. She was meant to be a servant to a low, lonely muggle family who hated magic, they tortured her in many ways. But luckily your mummy got back at them. The years that she went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry where she learned the darkest arts, the darkest curses in the most dangerous spells, she tortured the muggles that hurt her.

But she knew she couldn't do much cuz there was a manipulated Headmaster watching her every move wanting her to become the perfect Little Weapon to help defeat the dark lord but in the end, the headmaster's plans failed and backfired on him.

True the dark lord was killed but your mummy was never the weapon he wanted her to be so she turned against him, killing him from behind making it seem that the Headmaster was killed by one of the Dark Lord's followers. But sadly due to the defeat of the dark lord your mummy was cursed with 3 objects that are possessed by death himself. Making your mummy immortal people turn against her when they found out they made out to be next dark lady The Immortal which they called her.

So your mother left Europe and travel the world seeing the years and decades go by and seeing how life changed throughout the centuries. Your mommy and your godfather have seen and witness the life and death of many cultures. Not wanting to be a spectator any longer your mummy And Godfather settled in a village, and this Village was known as Mystic Falls but that was not the name back then. The Village was run by werewolves and Nomads from different cultures who wanted to escape the plague from the old world, and came to the New World so your mommy pretended to be one of those Servants of nature practicing her Arts while you're Godfather hunted and protective the village one day a Young Man known as Niklaus Michaelson The third youngest son of Esther Michaelson and her husband Michael Michaelson. Niklaus fell in love with your mummy the day he saw her.

But there was the village whore named Tatia Petrova, the doppelgänger also known as Shadow-Selves or Mortal Shadow Selves, are a supernatural occurrence that was created by Nature as a result of Silas and Amara becoming true immortals after consuming Qetsiyah's immortality elixir. The thought of Silas made Artemis shiver in disgust that man was a creep and stalker, he will follow her anywhere like a sick Love puppy and will do anything for her and I mean anything he manipulated Amara to fall in love with him and manipulated Qetsiyah to making the immortality elixir. So he and his one true love Artemis could become the true Immortals. But he didn't know that Artemis was already Immortal, the Mistress of death. Artemis wondered if he was still trapped in that Tomb but that didn't matter at the moment.

As she continued on telling her story to her son how Tatia Petrova who wanted Niklaus and Elijah to fight for her but Niklaus didn't want too. He was in love with me so he started courting me with the permission of his father who begged your godfather to allow the courtship to happen thinking he was my father.

Artemis giggled in that memory how death reacted being referred as his Mistress's father.