What would Uktakt die for?
He had created two beautiful, perfect children, so close to humanity and yet…
They'd never fit in anywhere, but he'd make damn sure they lived the closest to a normal life that they could get. The Palace was no place for a growing boy and girl, but maybe the Overworld was. He hoped he could get past the gates with two children crafted from souls that were supposed to be damned, recycled into something new, something good. Two could play at this creation game, after all. Or six.
He took Edara and his bag of infinite wonders, and crept through the palace to the children's bedroom. He watched them snooze softly, and suddenly he wanted to be in this moment forever, just an eternal peace and bliss. Maybe they'd get that on the surface world, but for now he had to gather his children, and prepare them for the journey ahead.
"Pitch, Sierra, wake up." he commanded in his soft baritone, spreading an Unholy Light through the room to alert them.