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Khonshu looked down in awe at his young prizes. Three souls trapped in one body, horribly abused and needing his protection. Oh his precious sons, never will that vile thing and the spineless fool they thought was their father hurt them again. The God cooed down at the young teens, gently combing their hair out of their face, curled up safe in his nest. His nestlings, his knights, he'd give them the world if they asked for it, as long as they stayed by his side. His to protect, his to cherish, his to love, his Marc, his Steven, his Jake, his nestlings. Nothing will take his nestlings from him, not without a fight. And oh does he plan to fight. He'd rather die than lose his nestlings, his sons.