Skylark grasped his brother's hand tighter, breathing a bit deeper. War... it was horrible, bloody, and it would.., what would it do? The stench of the polluted Earth still sank into his nose, hurting him only slightly. He wasn't used to such a horrid stench. It could hinder his development. Though unlike humans, who still form outside the womb, this dragon was fairly developed, even to the point he could think complex thoughts many normal human children would never begin to comprehend. 

As Father picked him up and secured him in his strong arms, the grey dragon wrapped his tail around his arm, trying to cling to Father like a leech would, scared when someone said something. "Rel ..in...?" He asked, feeling the strange name roll off his tongue. Swallowing thickly, Skylark snuggled his Father. "I'm scared... you'll protect me, won't you, Father?" 

Meanwhile, Edge was shooting his 'brother' a dirty look. "Will you help us?" There was a long pause. Suddenly, Edge crept over, clenching his fists while Beelzebub stood by, unphazed. In one motion, he felt a few tears streak down his face as he captured the other in a hug. The hydra returned the embrace. 
"Of course." Beelzebub grinned toothily. And he had some sharp teeth...