HONEYED SKIES

ONLY IN MY DARKEST MOMENT CAN I SEE THE LIGHT . . .

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TO BE LOVED IS TO BE CHANGED | DIAVOLO . *. ⋆ ⊹ ౨ৎ˚₊

꒰ summary ꒱ Leaving the baby at the police station should have been the end of your wild weekend. It wasn't. In fact, everything was just about to get a little worse and a little more cruel. At least you had the baby to keep you company.

꒰ pairing ꒱ diavolo x reader

꒰ warnings ꒱ swearing, semi-graphic description of injury, paranoiac thoughts, attempted harm upon you and the baby.

꒰ word length ꒱ 5.5k

꒰ author's note ꒱ imagine spawning and everyone is just out to get you. That's the life of Diavolo Jr. at least he's clinging onto someone who won't just ditch him for giving them the worst eldritch horror vibes!

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A finger continuously tapped the hard material of a seat. No other sound was heard in the vicinity where two demons were standing near each other. The extravagant windows, decorated with the finest materials in the demon realm, were tightly shot and seemed unmoved by the raging storm that was ongoing outside. Not that they cared too much about that particular detail.

The Young Lord of the Demon Realm was the first to break the silence after his trusted butler informed him of the situation in the human realm. Lord Diavolo sighed with resignation; he brought his hand to his face and let it rest in his temple.

“Why would they decide to do this now?” Barbatos listened to the manner the Young Master seemed to lament the timing of the incident rather than it happening at all. He could understand that sentiment. After all, finding possible candidates that were unlikely to develop any strong mental reactions to supernatural activity was already hard enough, and still one out of the three candidates for the program they had managed to find was dead. The reason?

A group of witches were not inclined to agree with Lord Diavolo’s ideals and decided that the most sensible thing to do was kill one of their candidates in retaliation.

TO BE LOVED IS TO BE CHANGED | DIAVOLO . *. ⋆ ⊹ ౨ৎ˚₊

꒰ summary ꒱ It was as if the world was against you. Your bad luck truly couldn’t get any worse — but at least you didn’t have to deal with the political fallout of a missing heir in an unknown realm! That doesn’t sound like something you’d have to worry about.

꒰ pairing ꒱ diavolo x reader

꒰ warnings ꒱ child endangerment ( it’s obvious but don’t drive with a toddler as it was described in the story ), mentions of suicide, mention of drugs, swearing, mention of dubious consent into reproducing a baby — like really dubious from one side and just straight up nonexistent consent from the other ( although the baby was conceived through magic, and not sexually, it was still something Diavolo didn’t have a say in )

꒰ word length ꒱ 4.2k

꒰ author's note ꒱ this is my first series in general so any comments regarding it (or dm’s) are appreciated and encouraged! I would love to hear you guys' thoughts on it

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Waking up as the sun rose was never fun.

Today, this daily experience was even worse. Why? Yesterday’s surreal experience was in fact real and not a figment of your imagination. There were still three dead bodies outside ( you were probably being hunted as a result of your decision to go to sleep instead of burying them ) and you still had a baby drooling over you while staring you down with those odd eyes.

A chubby baby hand smacked your cheeks; was this an attempt to get your attention?

That was the first sluggish thought that came to your mind which had just recently woken up from its slumber. Your eyes quickly snapped open as you realized a vital mistake you had made — had the baby eaten anything since he was brought here? You stared back at the baby; the baby stared back at you. The wind rattled the semi-broken window and you felt sweat gather in the nape of your neck while laying down with the weight of the baby in your chest. Was the baby trying to communicate his hunger?

Starving a baby was definitely a criminal charge.

You sat upright with the urgency you had never had in your entire life concentrating into this very moment to avoid going to the place your roommate is definitely rotting in at this time. The baby plopped down to your hands that moved as an after thought to avoid him just rolling down to the bed with the abrupt movement. There was not a single indication in the infant’s face.

Instead giggles erupted from the child who seemed to be the only one having a good time.

At least there wasn’t a big probability of emotional scarring occurring.

You slowly shuffled out of bed while keeping a firm hold on the baby that had now latched onto your ear while pulling it. This wasn’t as bad as it could be — you had witnessed babies throw migraine worth tantrums, and if treating you like a squeaky toy helped avoid that then you would gladly endure it.

“Well…! How do you feel about fried chickens?” This was in fact all you had for food at the moment. It was looking rough for the both of you already and this was saying something considering the dead bodies rotting outside.

A gurgle sounded near her shoulder where the baby was currently leaning his head against, “I’ll take that as a redundant no.”

Yet mornings were usually slow were they not? It was easy to miss things. From realizing that the food that was being held was not appropriate for a baby to realizing the blood of the woman that had throw herself of a cliff had followed a trail away from her body to simulate an oddly shaped circle with bat-like wings and unfamiliar symbols. It was vert easy to miss the odd way the baby’s eyes glistened when the individual that had witnessed it refused to acknowledge it.

Ignorance is a bliss.

Or at least this was what you kept repeating to yourself as you avoided looking at the dead bodies for a second time in fear of throwing up once again. The baby clung to you tighter while leaning over your shoulder — gently you guided his head to rest lower so he was not leaning over your shoulder and staring at the repeated tragedies that occurred last night. Perhaps he would not remember it when he was older, but you preferred not making anyone feel any unnecessary turmoil.

The sun was brighter than ever while you attempted to walk up the marked trail up the hill. Your heart hammered in your chest as you fanned the baby with a make-shift fan made from paper — you were more worried about the child fainting on you as a result of low sugar levels and the sun blistering with frightening intensity than yourself getting a sunburn.

Let it be known that all of this effort was not made because you liked the way the sun was slowly roasting you like pig, nor were you fond of the way that the rocks throughout the trail dug into the sole of your very thin sandals. The reason why you couldn’t simply stay in the cabin after calling the emergency number was because your phone had smoked itself out?

You were still not sure how that had happened, but the again you were no technician genius either. In one second you were about to dial the emergency number and in the next second there had been a bright light coming from its side — comparable to a spark of electricity — this had caused you to yelp and throw the phone to the bed. Then it just — well — started letting smoke out without stop for a couple of minutes before quietly dying out.

Throughout this experience the baby had remained in your arms, initially actively playing with your hair by pulling it. However, as soon as you had grabbed the phone the pulling stopped slowly until a glance to your side revealed that the baby was quietly staring at the phone with an adorable pout.

After you had thrown the phone to the wall you immediately used both of your hands to hold the baby in fear of him getting startled and crying out. Yet, strangely enough the only reaction you had seen was a clapping of hands before he went back to pulling and twisting your hair. With shaky hands you tightened your hold on the baby and thanked your luck that the baby was young enough to not realize any possible danger which could cause it to start crying.

“You’re behaving so well,” You muttered with a thankful smile as you opened your back seat of your car that had been parked in the ‘designated parking place’ according the woman who had let you rent the cabin. You then stopped, your arms that had been lowering the baby even after seeing his hands clutching your shirt tightly also froze in place. How were you gonna legally and safely transport this child in your vehicle? You did not have the correct or proper car seat for baby.

At this moment you had managed to place the baby in the back seat and just in cue the baby started hiccupping while making grabbing hands to where you were currently sitting. You let your hands hide your face as you sighed loudly realizing that it was either taking your chances and wait for a random person to pass by this very much isolated part of the road, which could take days of waiting in the side of the road, or take your chances with putting the baby in very much unsafe driving conditions.

At this time the baby had finally started stopped hiccupping.

Why? The baby had crawled out of the sit and reached towards you to latch onto your pants that were on a reaching range for the baby as a result of the car door being open while you stood quite close to it while deciding which of your two options were the lesser evil.

A delighted squeal came from the baby that had now latched onto your leg like a baby koala.

‘Were babies supposed to be this strong?’ Strong wasn’t the right word you were looking for, but it wasn’t too far off. Every time you managed to get him to unlatch him from you he came back even clingier. You would be a little bit more annoyed had you not witnessed his caretaker? mother? split her head open in front of you. It made your heart ache just a little bit every time you think about the idea that such a lively baby experienced loss at an age where it couldn’t even be registered just yet.

Resentment built up inside you as you remembered who else was involved with this. Your roommate better not have had anything to do with the suicide of that woman. The police officers were not too eager to give details regarding what had occurred, and well now there was no way you were going to get any information from them now.

“Come on,” You sighed as you attempted to remove the baby from your leg. A pitiful whine was heard coming from the baby that had quite literally taken your leg hostage, “I know this is scary but the faster we get to the nearest police station the easier it will be.”

You didn’t feel too smart right. Especially considering you were attempting to communicate with the baby.

Unsurprisingly the hold that baby had in your arms did not ease in the slightest, because he was a baby. A miserable sigh left your mouth as you stepped back from the back door of your car and closed it with a loud ‘thud’. You walked around your car to get to the front seat — throughout all of this the baby remained firmly glued to your leg. You were not willing to accidentally harm the baby and possibly look more suspicious with the already three deaths that had occurred in your presence. The last thing you needed was child abuse added to possible charges. If you weren’t able to get him to be unglued from your leg under those ten minutes then you’ll simply stick him in the passenger seat so whatever separation anxiety is going on will be put to a momentarily stop.

“It’s okay,” You muttered with what you hoped was a reassuring tone of voice, “Don’t be scared — everything will be okay.”

Everything will not be okay. Because apparently nobody who reached their hundreds was capable of being left alone with this baby without wanting to kill him.

The drive was the most nerve-wracking that you had in your entire life, and honestly you would rather for it to never be repeated. It felt as if everything you were feeling was increased tenfolds. From the anxiety regarding the possibility of an accident occurring (on the very much empty road ) or the police stopping you and taking you go jail for doing the very much sensible decision of driving with a baby in the passenger seat with only an average seatbelt for protection ( even though a police officer would be quite helpful to deal with the mess left back at the cabin )

You ended up parking in a random gas station after remembering that the passenger had not eaten.

Probably long enough for it to be concerning.

The tattered clothing that the baby still had continued to bother you, but really the rest of the clothes that you had brought were probably not of the right material to cover a baby with — especially when they had such sensitive skin.

You unbuckled your seatbelt and paid no attention to the other car that was parked long before you arrived.

Slowly walking around the car you opened the passenger door and failed to suppress a helpless smile after seeing the baby squeal in delight after seeing your face pop up over the window. At least someone was having a nice time.

“Hello to you too.” You answered with a slight smile, now on better spirits now that you had found a place that at least had some chances of having baby food.

The gas station was surrounded by quite the amount of trees. Now that it was around noon it was easy to observe the place and what laid around it. However, you doubted the same could be said at night — what an eerie sight that must be.

You unbuckled the seatbelt of the baby ( still surprised that you had the bad luck of running into somebody who could let you borrow their phone ) and instantly had your hands full of him. You were left dumbfounded as the child that had been calmly sitting had managed to lunge at you and imitate a koala with the way that he was holding your left hand.

It was adorable if not a little a little worrying. Babies usually were this clingy right? You sure hope so — the faster you can solve this situation the better.

You decided to shrug and simply adjust your hold on the child to have an easier time closing the door and walking around without fearing the baby would fall.

As you closed the door you heard another car’s door closing not too far away from you.

This was ignored by you assuming that the car was already leaving as it had been here even before you arrived. You hurried your pace and bounced the baby in your arms as a way to entertain him and keep him calm. The branches that were quite near to the entry snapped under your feet; branches snapped behind you.

You ignored it once again.

The bell rung above you as pushed the door open and stepped into the door. The air was moist and the window was opened next to the clerk who was an older man that was leaning backwards in his chair as he read a book.

He looked up and made eye contact with you. This man didn’t seem as interested in conversation as some may assume due to his clerk position; instead of a verbal greeting he simply nodded at you and went back to his book. While usually you would appreciate this short and precise greeting from people — this wasn’t the best occasion for such thing. You looked around the store and located no other employees that you could possibly ask for a phone to use.

The reason for your weariness? There was a big bold sign that said, “No bathroom or cell phones call without purchase first. No exception!

You of course could push more and if it really came down to it you were sure you could win against the old man to wrestle the phone out of his hand.

But — three dead people.

Did you really want to test your chances exposing to the police why fighting the old man was necessary?

You didn’t see it as something worthwhile when you could simply buy a pack of gum under a dollar and make a call in the same minute. With a smile overtaking your face you walked through the second aisle which had the pack of gum at the front of its row and snatched it with glee.

You turned around and a man was standing where you had just walked through. He was taller than you and had odd tattoos in his harms, it imitated what you would image a beginner’s artist attempt at drawing the sea would look like. He was dressed plainly in a way you hadn’t quite seen anybody before. You were not someone to judge but something about this man was odd — perhaps it was the way that the simple loose white pants with no patterns were paired with a even looser white shirt that made him stand out more due to how simple it was.

You shifted uneasily and adverted your gaze. Last thing you wanted was to look like an annoyance by this man. You were hyper aware of the way that the baby in your arm tried moving around to look at what you were looking and it was only because of your hand that he was stopped from doing so. You gave him a strained smile and attempted to walk through the aisle that you were currently in to avoid walking past him.

He just kept standing there.

Looking at you

You wanted to bash your head against a rock after you saw how his head moved to follow your steps while you walked. As your heart hammered in your throat an odd movement caused you to shift your eyes to where his forearms full of tattoos resting.

They moved

The tattoos moved

The fucking ink—

Your breathing stopped and so did your heartbeat. For a second you both stayed still — you weren’t quite sure you were seeing correctly. The ink just kept moving in his skin almost imitating the movement of snakes.

A cough was heard from the front of the store and that was dragged you out of your paralyzed state.

You breathed in

You breathed out

You tightened your grip on the baby who was trying to move in your hold

And you sprinted for the door.

Were you on drugs? No.

Was he on drugs? Maybe.

Did you want to take your chances and see if it was a hallucination or not? Hell no.

You were a firm believer of “when I see it I’ll believe it.” That wasn’t about to change anytime soon.

The baby in your arms yelled at the sudden movement before abruptly turning silent. The store wasn’t too big or too small; it would take you less than a minute to reach the door sprinting. Any trace of weariness regarding whether you should have taken such a drastic action was wiped out when your ears picked up on a set of steps that were rapidly approaching you.

There was only four people in the store. You, the baby, the old man, and this creep. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who was sprinting after you.

Your breathing picked up and so did your heartbeat. You could almost feel it at the back of your throat.

“Wait—“

Before he could finish shouting whatever he had to say the light above him coincidentally decided to just explode. You didn’t look back and managed to run past the old man at the counter who you briefly saw ducking under his desk — probably assuming it was a robbery.

As you stormed outside and kept booking it for your car you had no time to notice how once the man attempted to follow you by pushing the door open the door had abruptly slammed against his face — having gone in a direction that it wasn’t supposed to go in while also using an unnatural force to slam against your aggressor’s face.

( Later when you have managed to find someone to allow you to use their phone you would think back at what had occurred in the shop. While you reluctantly gave the baby away ignoring his sobbing and tight tiny hands holding onto your clothing — the police would be able to take care of him better than you could — you were also trying to ignore your clammy hands as you thought about the odd encounter in the shop )

( You had a lot of time to think about what had occurred; too much time was in your hands while being in a cell. Enough so to dream about the baby you had taken care for a couple of hours screaming and throwing a tantrum while being in the hands of a random police officer. What did left you waking up with a jolt was seeing the same officer have one of their TV quite literally explode in their face.

You didn’t sleep for the rest of the night. A day later police officers would be dispatched to check your story of the three dead bodies and it would ultimately be ruled as a accident )

( You didn’t quite notice how the officer that had appeared in your dreams had never gone to work in the three days you were held there for further investigation nor the way many others seemed to avoid touching the baby or getting close to it at all )

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Federico Benini was in a bit of a slump.

It wasn’t his fault of course.

Had those two been able to stick to the plan and stick the dagger through that demon spawn nothing else would have happened. There wouldn’t be five dead bodies as a result of that thing and he wouldn’t need to play hide and seek with a random non-magician human.

He didn’t have time for this!

They had somehow managed to get the Great Solomon into these brainwashed agenda of cooperating with the demon realm. Demons can’t be cooperated with — not when they are the epitome of punishment and selfishness in the world. Just like it has always been this interaction between mages and demons will end in misery for the magic-filled side while the demon rejoice in their misery.

There was no benefit to gain from having more controlled interaction by the demon council and their little prince that likes to act as a king. Which was why once he realized just which royal was backing and even founding this stupid little program he had decided to put a stop of it. One way or the other.

Federico wasn’t stupid either.

He knew just who was in the prince’s pocket. Someone known for their unnatural ability to just know things that shouldn’t be acknowledged or understood.

He couldn’t just quite go through the assassination in the old fashioned way and poison him or stab him in the back. Federico had to be more astute than that.

And what better way to do so than to simply reach the demonic prince through his bloodline. Obviously his father was out of the picture, but — a descendant was not. And what better way to do so than a human? Someone that had no idea that they were being used to have underlying intentions; someone who was in a vulnerable position and easy to pursue to a cause. Federico couldn’t have met Laura Bolton at a better time.

Someone recently out of jail without many friend or families that would miss or notice her being missing. A few honeyed words was all it took to convince her of a greater purpose she had to fulfill. It was quite pathetic.

And they thought that mixing demons with the naivety of people like this was a good idea?

He was doing everyone a favor — it was just that now in particular nobody was seeing it through the right point of view.

His point of view.

Blood was sacred by many communities — demons weren’t an exception to this. Why? It was quite easy to exploit your weakness if your blood was in their hands. Similar effect can be achieved through a close familiar tie.

Like a spawn.

And there was more than one way to get this to happen of course. He doubted the prince was idiotic enough to just sleep with a random human — no matter how much he claimed to like them. So Federico just had to create a situation of close proximity between the two and get his hands on the prince’s blood. Just to finally get rid of that program and the even more idiotic prince with it too.

That was the purpose of the ritual.

It wouldn’t be the first time killing a child for the greater good so he wasn’t as phased as others may have been — he made the rookie mistake of allowing huge outside member, Laura, to be present in the ceremony and witness the sacrifice that would bring balance to the three realms once again.

Killing the child and the father in one go.

Only to have Laura in the end back down and sprint away from the ceremony with the baby in her arms. He was furious, seething even. After all they had planned and worked for this plan she had the audacity to ruin it?

Federico would make sure that death would be mercy after he was done with her.

( He just didn’t account of the other member in the group to have enough of a opposition against his plan to go ahead and snitch to the demons but also run away with the child in her arms too! )

( It would only be discovered after he saw her mangled body at the bottom of a cliff. In eternal suffering — for helping those wretched creatures )

( He was quite full of sorrow at this sight — it only served to strengthen his resolve really. This was what caused the influence of demonic creatures, it had to be stopped one way or the other )

TO BE LOVED IS TO BE CHANGED | DIAVOLO . *. ⋆ ⊹ ౨ৎ˚₊

꒰ summary ꒱ being friendly with those who lived nearby in your apartment building can come in handy especially while living outside of campus; this is highly recommended if you also have a roommate. Until a nice weekend at the house in the beach ends up with a three dead bodies, a roommate in a cult and — a demon baby?

꒰ pairing ꒱ diavolo x reader

꒰ warnings ꒱ child endangerment, suicide, death, mention of drugs, swearing, and brief vomit scene.

꒰ word length ꒱ 3.4k

꒰ author's note ꒱ this is my first series in general so any comments regarding it (or dm’s) are appreciated and encouraged! I would love to hear you guys' thoughts on it

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The coldness of the night settled in your bones like an old friend. The waves splashed harshly against the boulders that were seen laid at the bottom of the cliffs that adorned the beach where you were currently residing at. The moon was was gleaming with a potency that you hadn’t quite seen before — or maybe you had and just hadn’t had the time to appreciate it as much as you should have.

Perhaps you should have thought more before deciding to take the weekend off in a house in front of the beach. Although, house would be a little bit of a stretch considering it was not only lacking any sort of electricity, but you were sure you had heard rats scurrying around the bathroom.

‘Well, there’s no use lamenting after the payment is done.’ You thought as you continued to lament the money spent to stay here — was this the regret every horror movie character felt after doing something that lacked survival instinct?

You tightened your grip on the jacket that you were currently wearing to try and ward off against the night that seems to become increasingly more freezing as the minutes pass. You shifted around in the medium sized boulder you were currently sitting on, and dragged your knees close to your chest to get more comfortable.

It had been what? Two hours since you arrived? Maybe a little bit more, maybe a little bit less. You didn’t care much either way as this had been the most relaxed you had been in weeks.

Of course just as such thought crossed your mind all of it went down the drain.

You flinched from where you were sitting as a commotion started being heard — above you?

The sand made your frantic attempt at getting away from where you were sitting a little harder than expected, but it could have been just the way that the screams had startled you into action. You warily stepped backwards, inching away from the bottom of the cliff while trying to crank your neck upwards, and narrowed your eyes after seeing flashing blue and red lights coming near the edge.

“The police?” You muttered with resignation, it seems as if a single weekend without anything occurring is too much to ask for, and a little of wariness. What could be the reason for a police car to be here?

The situation became more confusing as shouting erupted once again from the top of the cliff that you was still too close for comfort.

The muscles in your hands tightened as you clenched them after seeing a women with short black hair inch closer to edge of the cliff until you were able to realize what her intentions were. Your eyes widened in fright as dread settled inside your mind as you realized exactly why the police’s shouting seems to become more frantic the closer the woman stepped to the edge.

Are you about to witness a suicide?

No other thought had the time to cross your mind because in the next second the woman stepped backwards and slipped down her doom.

Faster than you could comprehend she crashed close to where you had been sitting less than five minutes ago. The sound that her body made when it finally reached the bottom was the most nauseating noise that you had ever heard (you wish you could wrench it from your memory)

You froze where you stood for a moment before your eyesight finally focused on the blood that was dripping from her forehead onto the sand. This made you quickly approach her unresponsive body and settle as close as you could to her head without actually touching her body in fear of making any injury that she had worse.

The only thing that stopped the automatic thought of her being dead was the pained groans she was still making.

“Hey! hey — I need you to try and stay awake okay?” You tried to frantically say while tripping over your own words while trying to search your pants and jacket for a phone to call emergencies. Only to realize that you had left your phone inside the bedroom after realizing how low the reception was in the area.

Your breathing started picking up the longer it passed. Remembering that you were not the only one that saw this you quickly looked up to see if the police officers could at least indicate what you should do with their speakerphone. Yet surprises did not seem to be ending today because once you looked up you witnessed a baby falling off the cliff in the exact same spot the woman had thrown herself off.

Faster than you could realize your body stood up from where it had been kneeling next to the woman and raised your hand up to your chest in a straight line while bending them slightly; you frantically went through everything that could go wrong trying to catch a baby falling from such height.

Before you could keep stumbling around trying to calculate where the baby would fall your hands buckled as they tried to hold the sudden and harsh weight dropped on them. A yelp almost left your throat as you stumbled to the ground while holding a baby.

The baby that had fallen

The baby that had somehow fallen and not landed on your head and broken it

The baby that did not demolish your arms after falling on them

The baby that was without injury —

It was almost miraculous that there were no visible injuries on the baby that was currently being held on your arms while you still trembled from fright of what had just occurred.

But just because there were no visible injuries didn’t mean that nothing was wrong either. You warily changed the way you were holding the baby to be able to face it and check its face.

Now that you didn’t have to actively worry about someone else trying to free fall off the cliff you observed the odd child that was quietly being held by you. Its hair was an odd reddish color that seemed more bold than any ginger you had ever seen in your life — you were almost willing to believe it was dyed rather than natural.

But even that was nowhere near as startling as her eyes. (He? she? You weren’t sure) The eyes that were staring back at you were the unsettling ones you had ever seen in your life.

For a faltering second you even asked yourself if what you held in your arms was an actual breathing human baby and not a doll.

The eyes’ shape and size was not the problem rather its color was the reason for your momentarily surprise. It was as if somebody had taken gold and melted it in the baby’s eyes. An unsettling color for an unsettling baby. You pursued your lips before quickly beating yourself mentally for focusing on such meaningless description while the woman was still bleeding out — miraculously still alive; the only sign of her condition being the whimpers of pain she was letting out.

“Agh!” A scream startled you as you approached the woman once again. The scream that had left her mouth was louder than any other she had let out since her fall. This did not seem to be a one time occurrence as short scream kept leaving her mouth while you tried approaching her.

You clutched the baby to your chest as you stopped in your tracks less than a step away from leaning down to check on the woman. You weren’t sure why but it seemed as if the more the distance shortened between the two of you the more frightened she seemed.

“Please hang on! The police already called emergencies they’re on the way.” Your words stumbled out of the way in a attempt to comfort the woman that was dying in front of you. But you truly didn’t know if the police had in fact called the ambulance or anybody that could help this women. You had just lied and hoped that it was the truth.

A gurgled sound seemed to leave the woman in the floor. This time in a lower volume.

Cautiously you lowered yourself slowly in fear she would start screaming if you approached too hastily once again.

Another attempt seemed to leave her mouth at speaking yet only indecipherable gurgles were heard. Just as you were about to attempt to stop her from wasting energy trying to speak you watched as her eyes settled on the baby and her face twisted into something ugly.

( Later as you settled down in your bedroom you would chastise yourself for describing a dying’s woman expression as ugly out of all things )

Her lips trembled as her mouth opened and close as if in fear. The woman’s last word would be engraved into your mind for a long while.

Yet they would only make sense months down the line.

“Demon.”

The police were useless.

You had no idea how someone could be so incompetent. You would like to say that you have met a long variety of people with different personality and intelligence in your lifetime; there is not much confidence in you to be able to say you have met people more incompetent than the ones sitting in front of you.

“Is emergencies on their way?” You asked with resignation after leaving the body of the woman on the other side of the beach to be able to speak with the officers inside your house about what you should do next.

The police officers glanced at each other, a cue seemed to be passed between them in that sort second, then at you who was still holding the baby that both of them refused to hold unless necessary.

Both of them felt sympathy towards you, really! But neither of them had ever held a baby before and this situation had escalated from a supposed teenage bonfire party to a dead woman; neither of them felt very confident on the possibility of it getting better.

“Possibly,” One of the police officer commented with a shrug not realizing how nonchalant he was coming off the the college student he was speaking to, “This area is quite far from civilization and getting down here took us a couple of hours it is highly possible they will take even longer.”

Those words caused a sigh to leave your lips. It was not one of exhaustion rather one of annoyance.

The baby you held in your arms was now more energetic; from limply laying in your arms to excitedly playing with the zipper of your jacket and holding onto your arms as tight as he could. Apparently it was also a he.

This what what the police informed you the woman had been using when referring to the child; they had also said that she had screamed about the baby being a demon spawn. So yeah, anything she had said was taken with a grain of salt.

Giggles erupted from the baby in your arms as you took your hand away from his hand. At least someone was having fun today.

“What are we supposed to do then?” You asked the officers after seeing them shuffle unsurely around the house each time they heard a creaking sound resonate around the house.

“You should keep yourself reachable,” The second one piped in as if he was worried you would object, “We will probably have to take that little guy in your arm to the station to find any other family member.”

“Or if there’s any missing babies around this zone…”

“What was that?” You asked with a frown adorning your face. The one who had been interrogating you not too long ago had muttered something incomprehensible that you couldn’t figure out.

After realizing he had been a little too loud the police officer cleared his throat and waved it off. With a quick shake of his hand.

“Nothing! Just thinking about the procedures that will soon take place.”

You warily nodded shifting your weight from one foot to the other keenly aware that neither of them seemed eager to leave or take the baby or deal with the dead body that was probably still rotting and bleeding in the sand after her death.

‘Are they waiting for water to be offered?’ You wondered after seeing the same police officer walk around the very limited space that this house gave you under the reasoning of looking for evidence.

‘Evidence for what? The woman that fell half a kilometer away from here?’ Your annoyance was barely tampered under your self reasoning that this could not last too long and once they left with the baby plus the body everything would settle down.

Deciding to take the initiative you shifted your hold on the baby who was clinging tightly to your jacket and walked closer to the second officer who tensed in nervousness.

“Well officers! Please do contact me if anything comes up that involves me.” You tried to say with some cheer in your voice (who could blame you really? Your pants were still dripping with blood from the woman the officers had not looked thrice at and your palms were still shaky from what had occurred and what could have been)

The reason for this sudden friendliness was to make the baby transaction easier. And it was.

Because as soon as you showed signs of giving the baby over the officer panic clowned his face as once he finally took the baby he held it as far away from his chest as possible with his two arms.

The first officer awkwardly stood around — his hovering did not help soothe anybody’s nerves in this situation.

This silence continued until the radio attached to the pants suddenly received a message that startled the three of you. Not the baby though, he just seemed to hate his new babysitter enough to try and kick himself out of his arms. The baby still held his arms towards you.

Like the professional you were you ignored it and instead discretely (indiscreetly) eavesdropped on what was being communicated.

“… her name was reported to be Laura Bolton.”

Your stomach dropped.

Before you realized you intersected the police officers before they could do what you had been trying to make them do for a while, leave.

“Right — sorry did you just say Laura Bolton?” You asked with cautiousness knowing that there was a possibility of someone sharing a name with your roommate.

“Well that was the name we heard.” The man who was still holding the baby wrong responded.

“I couldn’t quite hear the rest did they describe what she looked like?” You asked with apprehension while trying to keep a smile in your face. It became in readily harder as you realized you didn’t even hear why they had communicated her name through the radio.

“Late twenty’s, approximately six feet tall, white, dark-haired woman.”

That fit the description too well.

“What did she do?” It wouldn’t be the first time your roommate had gone to jail; each time it happened it only made you wish for time to go faster so you could leave that damn apartment complex behind.

“She was found with the woman you saw not too long ago and this baby,” A pause was made as if unsure of what he should say next, “It seemed as if they were doing some sort of — of well religious ritual.”

There’s an odd emphasis on religious.

Why is there an odd emphasis on religious.

‘Oh god.’

You had an epiphany.

‘She joined a cult didn’t she?’ You thought as you stared blankly at the officers who seemed uneasy at the sudden change of atmosphere.

You said your goodbyes to the officer and wished them good luck but your tone was flat in the rest of your interactions.

Perhaps that was why you didn’t pay much attention to the baby in the officer’s arms was still reaching towards you while making grabby hands.

It was a cute sight.

You would have probably tried calming down the baby in any other situation. However, it had been a taxing day.

(And you had no idea how bad it was gonna get)

You roughly pushed the door with annoyance — somehow the hardest part to deal with was opening and closing the door.

You sighed, your hand came up and massaged your forehead. It was an attempt to stop the migraine that usually popped up when you become too stressed.

Your steps caused the wood under your shoe to creak loudly as if demanding you to notice it. You couldn’t find it in yourself to care enough for it at this moment. You headed for the mini bridge you had brought yourself to get a cup of water (or wine, you weren’t feeling too picky)

But once you had opened the bridge and were about to reach for the water bottle a defeating crash was heard outside. There were no screams.

You gazed longingly at the bottle of wine and closed the bridge quietly.

Trying to make as little sound as possible you approached the front window next to the door to gently lift the curtain and sneak a peak outside.

Was it dangerous?

Maybe not.

However a little precaution never hurt anybody.

What you saw was not carnage only because everything had been covered. Your hands let the curtain go as if they had burned you; outside of this little house were supposed to be the police officers. Alive officers.

What you saw was a giant boulder being where the police officers were supposed to be in. You would have thought that they already left had you not seen a grown’s human hand peaking out from under the boulder.

There only seemed to be a survivor.

The baby.

The laughing baby.

You opened the door and wearily looked up the cliff the old lady that had allowed you to rent this house had assured you was as sturdy as cliffs could get. Fear settled in your heart of you also adding to the kill count today. After seeing nothing out of the ordinary you quickly sprinted to where the boulder still stood and grabbed the baby by his stomach and sprinted back inside the house. The baby gurgled with glee as he clapped his hands in excitement. At least someone was having a good time.

You tightened your hold on the baby who already had his finger tightly wrenched in your jacket — a little tighter than you would have thought was possible for a baby.

In the privacy of your mind you wondered whether this child was lucky or unlucky with what had happened today.

Trying to place the baby on the bed did not end well. No matter what you did you couldn’t dislocate his grabby hands from your jacket. As nausea gripped you and didn’t let go you stumbled to the bathroom trying to not have a fourth death in a single night by dropping the baby and promptly threw up.

The baby quieted down after seeing you breathing heavily and simply patted your head.

In the end you went to sleep with a migraine, a nausea filled stomach, and an energetic baby that did not let you out of his sight without throwing a tantrum.

You contemplated the possibility of walking back to a police station and reporting what had happened only for your body to hit you with the worst migraine imaginable. Its pain was enough to make your knees buckled.

Strangely enough it left as soon as it arrived.

While this occurred the baby that had been screaming had quieted down after seeing you hold onto a wall for support.

His unsettling gold-like eyes stared as if they could see through you. Perhaps you would have been more scared had pity not overcome you — this was after all a child whose mothers last word was calling him a demon.

Not the best way to be greeted into this world. You refused to acknowledge the strange way he looked just to avoid the possibility of ending in the same train of thought his mother had after calling him a demon.

Just because he looked different didn’t mean he was the devil’s spawn.

Right?

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TO BE LOVED IS TO BE CHANGED | DIAVOLO . *. ⋆ ⊹ ౨ৎ˚₊

꒰ main pairing ꒱ Lord Diavolo x Reader

꒰ inspired by ꒱ The Baby (2022): you don't need to have watched it to understand the plot as this series will be loosely based off the firsts episodes before the baby's true origins were revealed!

꒰ summary ꒱ When a person is about to graduate from college there are many things to worry about — finding a job, finishing the last assignments from their classes, and even finding ways to make reliable money — trying to take care of a baby from a now dead woman that had been screaming about ‘it’ being a demon should not be one of them.

꒰ warnings ꒱ blood & gore, possessive behavior, death, violence, swearing, child endangerment & exploitation, and kidnapping.

꒰ author's note ꒱ this is my first series in general so any comments regarding it (or dm’s) are appreciated and encouraged! I would love to hear you guys' thoughts on it

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TWISTED WONDERLAND HOUSEWARDENS WITH A YUU IN A DAEMON! AU 𝜗𝜚 ⋆₊˚ ⟡ ݁₊ .

DAEMON AU! EXPLANATION : “daemons are the external physical manifestation of a person's 'inner-self' that takes the form of an animal. Daemons have human intelligence, are capable of human speech—regardless of the form they take—and usually behave as though they are independent of their humans, although they cannot travel far away from their humans. Daemons frequently interact with each in other in ways that mirror the behavior of their humans, such as fighting one another when their humans are fighting, or nuzzling one another when their humans embrace, and such contact between daemons is unremarkable.”(MORE INFO HERE!)

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TO BE CONTINUED…

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