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Azazel Household
Usually Henri Azazel would be at work at this time, but this time, he has called out sick, pressed up against the wall of his room. He knows what he did, as his ears drop down as tears were falling on his face.
It was his fault. He had opened his mouth and told the truth of the visits with Merize. And now. . . she was gone. And. . . . He looks over at a device he knows what it is, having taken demon biology ages ago. He got an A, as per usual.
It was one when one usually tested for pregnancy. See down here in the demon realm, most people didn't want to create kids willy-nilly, so there was a whole process. Often most a contract was made between two demons, and depending on who could substain whole amounts of magic would often carry the baby, regardless of gender. Usually it was the males, but it was often done with a contract and rarely was it with a single demon. Oftenmost a demon would pay for another to sign, if the other can provide for the other.
But it was usually hard to tell with the contracts, hence the device. And now. . . . he was staring at a positive sign. "We didn't even. . . " His eyes widen as he remembers his promise to her. Was this another power of humanity?
Still his body would shake as he thought of it all. He was just freshly within the department of security and gulped at the realization. Depending on the demon see, the pregnancy varied in time and in length. The most common was around 12 months for a fully baked demon, but he's not sure at all for humans! He never got to ask . . . Merize. . .
The tears came back, and he felt wrong. He never cried this much before but now there was a whole in his heart that was shaped like her and he was now soon to be a father. But now terror and more tears filled him. What would Sabzan think? What would Raim think? What would- Oh hell his work.
See he was working at the department of security because he originally was the former president with Sabzan and Raim at his side, as he liked to protected people and keep people safe, especially within Babyls, a place known for its chaotic nature but calm atmosphere half the time.
But a child? He rarely works with children, much less babies. And now he was having one of his own. He gulped as his hand went to his stomach, knowing it would swell with life. His tears fell as his head fell back onto the door he was near. He's not getting rid of one of the few things he had left of Merize.
He has the . . . "Manga?" She called it that she made, made with her own hands and determination because she wanted him to learn her language. He never got around to it, and now. . . . all he has left is unknown scribbles and a feeling of sadness.
"Master Azazel?" He froze at a servant's voice. "Y-yes?" He blushes as he curses at the hesitation, his tears suddenly forgotten. "Is everything alright in there? I have some water and fresh soup if you need it." He blinks. Which servant was it? He's too tired to recall the voice as he got up with a grunt, opening the door a smidge.
It was one of the servants, Jin Kaza, a tall burly demon with horns and a tail that curved inwards like a ram's. He was holding a bowl and a glass of water within a tray. He signs before opening and taking it. "Thank you, Jin." He says bluntly as he turns around and closes the door. "Young Master, are you alright in there?" He just stays quiet as he moves some books, some of his training books he needs to memorize, as he put the tray of food in front of him.
He just stared at it for a moment, the smell of sweet nectar filling his sensitive nose as his mouth watered at the smell. He did need to eat after all.
After he practically gobbled it down, he found he was still hungry. He recalls no matter how much he brought to Merize, she was always still so hungry. His mouth wavered with a spoon still in his mouth as new tears flew out of him.
This was so out of character for him. And he knew it. And yet he couldn't stop it.
His body shook as he looked blankly ahead as his hand creeped to his stomach. "What should I do now . . . " He was still so young. Having just been recruited. This would damage his work. But that's not the worst of it.
What's worse is possibly he's having a human child. One that would be taken from him. His hand tightened on his shirt. As much as he loves his work, he won't allow them to hurt his pup, one who he's known about since about . . . He checks his watch.
8:30 pm. He found out 3 hours ago when he realized something was completely off. He was hungier, moodier, and generally it seemed like the beginnings of a Evil Cycle. And yet. . . . he knew he had one recently so it couldn't be that. So he searched in books for a bit till he was told to check the device, ridiculous but who is he to argue with accurate medical help?
Still.
He is alone. He has no Merize who kissed him softly with hands that were shockingly warm. He was having her baby.
He didn't brush his teeth that night after getting into his pj's and crawling into bed, staring at the ceiling that would never change. He's the only master of the household, both of his parents dying in a battle with. . . something he can't quite remember.
But. . . . it means he has to work twice as hard. And he knows as he curls up, his hands going to his midsection, that he'd protect them as long as he'd live.