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

CHAPTER 3 : "I can't help that everywhere I go I tend to cause a scene!"

꒰ summary ꒱ a fair deal between a human and a demon? More like the blind leading the blind. While you were under no delusions about how good your situation was you also didn't think that being threatened into robbing a arcade would be next in your list. Meanwhile Mammon thinks he just met an easy going demon willing to help him out at a cheap prize.

꒰ pairing ꒱ diavolo x reader

꒰ warnings ꒱ cursing, miscommunication to ridiculous levels, attempted murder like twice, mentions of gambling and drugs.

꒰ word length ꒱ 5.6k

꒰ author's note ꒱ sorry for how late this chapter is! Test season hit me hard! Hope y'all like the chapter either way! <3

꒰PREVIOUS꒱ ꒰ MASTERPOST ꒱ ꒰ NEXT ꒱

Your steps were not light or careful as you sprinted through the streets. Lights shined in your field of vision, but they may have as well been blurs that you sprinted by. Your breathing came in ragged gasps while your lungs were on the verge of bringing you to tears with how much they seemed to be burning inside your chest. The sound of your feet harshly hitting the pavement was the only sound you focused on — not the obnoxious honking of cars that passed you or the sound of chattering from bystanders — only the sound of your shoes hitting the pavement was importantly to you.

Adrenaline and desperation were one hell of a drug for the human body.

But really what were you expected to do? A crazy blonde woman shows up at your front door. There was no ‘hello, how are you?’, in fact, when you opened the door you were greeted with a women that took a second to look horrified at the baby you were holding in your arms before her eyes and hands started glowing.

Had you seen it in a movie you would have called it shitty CGI. Sadly, this was not a obscure movie you decided to watch when you were unable to sleep. This was real life and your world hadn’t just been turned upside down; it had been obliterated beyond human comprehension. Because that wacky glow? It had caused the baby in your arms to start fussing while trying to move around in your arms. The bad part came when he started glowing the same color as the woman.

Faster than you could register the women that had been standing with an outstretch hand while muttering incomprehensible nonsense had been blown back with such a force that you heard the resounding crack of her head? back? hips? Hitting the concrete wall.

For a moment everything stilled. As you stared at the battered body of a woman that had been healthy and standing a second ago.

And well, that was really the last thing you remembered doing before your memory gave up on you. After all, you had only regained a sense of consciousness and self-awareness while running through the side walk.

Terrified did not begin to describe what you were feeling at the moment.

Perhaps this was because you doubted you were registering what was occurring at all. Although your hands shook and your breathing trembled you doubted that your mind had truly comprehended what had occurred. What it meant not only for you, but the baby you couldn’t get rid of.

Your sprinting was forcefully put to a stop after your body reminded you of your human limits.

‘What a shame I can’t just spew gibberish and start levitating, huh?’ Your face twisted into a grimace faster than you could blink after realizing what you had thought. Even thinking about it made bitterness grow in the back of your tongue. Because really? Magic.

Magic.

Magic!

As soon as panic threatened to creep up you shoved it back to the abyss where it came from.

You looked down at the baby in your arms now sure that this baby couldn’t be normal. No doubt about it.

( You were sure that you knew what had caused that women to be violently knocked into a wall — you had it cradled in your arms after all )

“Hey little guy,” You mumbled to yourself as you took a seat outside of a bustling arcade, “You sure know how to attract trouble, huh.”

You sure hoped he was just that unlucky, and that he wasn’t just causing all these problems that kept occurring around you. But — perhaps, just maybe you didn’t feel that bad about that blonde woman getting thrown like a ragdoll. You seriously doubted that whatever witchy thing she was about to do was for your benefit.

In the next second you slammed your head backwards onto the wall you were leaning against.

Just what were you thinking.

Being glad that someone you didn’t know was injured just because of the possibility the could have hurt you? What happened to innocent until proven guilty? Did it decide to take a leap off the clip alongside any remaining luck you had?

It seemed as if your morals were folding under zero pressure.

( Zero pressure was an exaggeration — and that you would admit. You had seen more dead bodies in a day than the average person did on their life time. That had to count for some sort of pressure on your mental state, no? )

Your leg bounced up and down from where you were currently sitting which showed nothing but your fragile mental state. The baby in your arms sucked the end up your finger with the determination of someone who was starving — which maybe he was — you hadn’t fed him in a while.

Like a long while.

You both stared at each other. One looking vaguely sick the longer the eye contact lasted.

You were so not gonna see the light of the day if anybody figured out how you were unintentionally neglecting this baby.

A baby you didn’t even want!

He’s lucky you haven’t decided to dump him on the first doorstep you came across. You were sure that’s what any sane person would have done after figuring out the baby could do magic.

If that’s what a sane person would do then what did your actions say about your mental state?

Nothing good.

The moon did not shine as brightly as it did the day you found yourself with your hands full of a child. But it sure did glow brighter than you were used to.

Or maybe it was just the lack of light source around you that made it seem more brilliant than usual.

Behind you the arcade was the only other illuminated place near you. The buildings near you were either very dimly or submerged in darkness all together.

You hummed absently while keeping an eye on the door of the arcade next to you. While you did doubt that another lunatic would show up and try curse you ( or whatever she had tried doing ) one could never be too careful.

It was late at night — probably midnight — and surprisingly that did not mean the arcade was any less lively. In fact, it seemed as if the arcade was bustling with life. From chattering people to screaming matches between those that were playing against each other. It seemed as if the arcade was as lively in the n

You debated whether you should casually stroll in just to have a roof over your head and not look suspicious just hovering outside of the place. However, you decided against it due to the possibility of the baby in your arms starting to cry as a result of the loud noise.

Although he had not given any indication of being a normal baby whatsoever. Better to be careful than to suffer the consequences later. You turned your head to the side, and stared at the pavement on your side as you questioned the life decisions that got you to this moment.

Your road trip to an existential crisis was destroyed by somebody crashing next to you. With surprise you helped away from the man that had stumbled out of the door into the pavement. Literally. The man that had previously been on his feet was now resting his whole body in a star fish position while laying on the floor. This man looked rich.

Although there were more eye-catching features like his dyed white hair what really brought your attention back to him were the multiple gold-looking rings and earrings that he wore. The longer he laid on the floor the more worried you became.

Warily you stood up and walked closer to the splayed out body on the floor. With caution you inched closer and lightly tapped him with the end of your foot. Just to make sure there hadn’t been another unfortunate fool that lost his life in front of you.

Again

“Ah!”

Your attempt at seeing if he was still alive and kicking was successful, but it also ended with both of you leaping away from each other like startled animals. The man bolted from where he had been splayed out like a starfish to jump away from where like a started cat; with an open mouth he pointed at her with furrowed eyebrows and stammered.

“You! Whatcha’ doing with the great Mammon?!” Jesus was this guy loud. Although you did have moments where your volume meter was off you doubted it was anything compared to the attention grabbing man in front of you.

Withholding a wince you stepped away from the man now unsure about his sober state.

“Sorry dude — you didn’t look that great.” You mumbled warily as you watched his ears become tinted red with what you assumed was embarrassment. Not that his reaction suprised you much after all you would be more than just a little embarrassed if somebody had seen you in such position.

The baby in your arms kicked his legs as you moved him in your arms to face away from the man in front of you. While you patted his back you noticed the way that the eyes of the man in front you trailed down to the baby in your arms. He seemed to furrow his eyebrows and look back at you then back down at the baby and up at your face as if unsure what he was seeing.

You weren’t sure what you were seeing either.

In the end you both awkwardly stared at each other. This stare down was broken by them man whose name you were almost sure was Mammon when he scrunched his face and gave you a weird look.

“Ack! You know you should’ve said something instead of keeping the act up.” He tsk’d and turned away from you with a dismissive wave of his hand. However, the only thing in your mind was how much alcohol this guy had on his system.

“Yeah…” You nodded like you knew what he was talking about, and shuffled backwards as discretely as you could. Your shoes slid across a very short distance in the crosswalk before the man in front of you sighed in resignation. It was almost fascinating how expressive he was. When someone sighs sometimes others don’t even notice it — not this guy — however here this guy was physically hunching after giving out the loudest sigh you’ve ever heard somebody let out.

‘This guy is a character alright.’ You thought with a plastic smile pasted on your face. In the next second the previously miserable looking man shot upright with more energy than you thought was healthy to be exhibited by an intoxicated person.

“Look,” He started while crossing his arms in front of his chest and turning towards you, “Just like everybody here says I’ll scratch your back and you’ll scratch mine.” You didn’t like where this was going. Apparently he could see that too because his salesman smile became bigger than what you thought was possible for a human, and took a couple of steps towards you.

“You know how these guys are don’t you?” He spoke while putting his hand over his mouth as if he was sharing a secret between the two of you. You didn’t want to be part of this secret. Sharing was not caring. His eyes narrowed and seemed to take a more amused look as he continued talking,”Always being so snippy about deals and what-not! Yet the moment the great Mammon wants to extract his wins they turn their backs on me!”

He spoke with a tone full of indignation — if his facial expression were not enough to let you know what he thought about this situation his words surely did the trick — while leaning closer towards you.

He seemed to be the only one aware what he was talking about, and you were fine keeping it that way.

The man who you believed was named ‘Mammon’ continued whatever speech he was cooking up. You really wished to leave this conversation actually.

“But I understand why you’re here,” Did he? Well if that was the case it would be a pleasure if he informed you. Because you sure as hell did not know why you were here out of all place, “Come on! Don’t look at me like that you wouldn’t be the first one try this tactic to pick one of those guys up.” Was he calling you a street hooker?

You blinked in astonishment at the man’s audacity. You wished you had this delusional confidence to go back to the police station with the belief you wouldn’t be arrested.

With a selling smile he swung his arms around your shoulder like you both were old pals.

“I can help you get what you want as long as you get a little money from my account right there.” He stated with a wink as he pointed vaguely at the arcade. Your smile was currently fighting god himself to be kept pasted in your face.

You laughed with the grace of someone who wanted to get out of this as quickly as they could. With a quick glance down you noticed a frown starting to form on the baby’s face the longer and closer the man got to you. Deciding nothing good could come out of this you carefully plucked the hand that had been resting on your shoulders and put it down to be able to take two steps away from him.

“That does sound like a fantastic plan,” You said with a cheery voice that was reserved for costumers that got too snippy with you, “However, I’m sadden to inform you that I was on my way to an important event, and had just taken a seat outside to rest.”

A grumble was heard from the baby in your arms as he started shifting around not too differently from when he slammed that woman into the wall with his witchy-magic.

Your heartbeat accelerated fast enough that you could now hear it. The last thing you wanted was for another magical incident to occur in a public space that could have cameras. Last thing you wanted to see was the FBI knocking down your door for having in your possession a magical baby. You did not need to be a genius to know that would end in nothing good for you or the baby in your arms.

As your eyes flickered around the man you now knew as Mammon let out a ‘tch’ as he tapped his foot on the ground impatiently. Before you knew it he spanned his fingers and what you could only assume to be a small flash bang abruptly appeared in your arms — causing you to let out a yelp and momentarily not realize the lack of weight in your arms.

Even with your eyes closed you can still see that horribly blinding light. You pressed your fingers to your eyes hard enough to cause you to wince in pain. Even when minutes had passed you were still blinking rapidly in an attempt to get the image out of your eyes.

“Look I get it,” You heard a voice that was now so aggravating to your ears that you were one second away from leaping at his throat, “You are probably from a different circle right? But while my brothers can be annoying they aren’t totally unreasonable.”

You heard what he was saying. You didn’t really register what he was saying.

Why?

The baby that had once been in your arms was now being held by his leg upside down by the man whose eyes were glowing yellow and whose smile looked more animalistic than anything you had seen before. Was it just you or were his teeth sharper than they were a second ago?

You really really wanted to dive off a bridge right now.

Becoming hyper aware of your hands becoming sweaty was not helping the situation, but it was all you could focus right now. You watched with bathed breath as the baby that was being held upside down clenched his fist in what you could only assume was irritation and whined loudly.

Your body was rigid with tension as moved your weight from one foot to the other uneasily.

What you failed to notice in your panic induced state was the light-hearted tone that this man was still using. Not in a condescending manner, in fact, ; rather this man, who in the future you would realize was a demon, seemed to be treating it as harmless teasing between friends. He was even giggling as he swung the baby around. A joy that wasn’t shared by the other two in the scene.

If you could you would wither up and die to avoid dealing with whatever magical extortion this was. But that wouldn’t solve anything now would it?

Your eyes burned worse than if you had pulled an all nighter from that mini-sun this bastard in front of you created to snatch the baby from your arms. You felt tired, drained from the past days and so angry. Why did this have to happen to you? Was it simply bad luck to have been at the wrong place and at the wrong time? You didn’t know, but you were ready to be done with it already.

“Okey…okey I get alright,” You said with a tone so pained that it could have very well have belonged to someone that was dying, “You want me to go and get your earning from there right? I get it.”

You nodded with a grimace in your face you couldn’t quite turn into a smile, and continued speaking.

“It is quite unfair after all that they are keeping it from you, no?” After you said that his smirk widened and he rapidly nodded as if it made perfect sense in his world — maybe for him it did.

With a last reluctant look behind you your feet dragged you inside the arcade that was anything, but human.

Not that you would know this particular piece of information for a long, long time.

Mammon was trying to be a patient demon.

He really was!

Coming across another demon in the human real was not an uncommon occurrence. Coming across one that had a child with them? Not so much. It had almost been enough to fool the great Mammon into believing that they were human with how good they were at suppressing their magic — almost being the keyword!

However he wasn’t just some lowly demon that could mistake a demon for a human! After all, what kind of human would be dumb enough to try and take care of a demonic offspring? Just by looking at the threads of magic, which was overflowing from the baby’s body, that had latched onto the older demon that had just left one can safely assume their parental relationship. Once he had realized that the being in front of him was a fellow demon he had not hesitated in throwing out a charming grin to try and hustle some last minute money from the underground casino he had probably just been banned from.

The hardest part was figuring out which sin to tug at to get the demon in front of him to bend to his whims. Greed wasn’t a prominent characteristic, regretfully. As such, he had to guess around — not unlike Satan when he tries approaching cats with different treats to get them to like him — what would best satisfy this demon’s desires.

It all came down to that in the end.

A demon’s desires were not usually hard to figure out. It usually revolved around power, after all. Power to get what you envied on another. Power to get others to be under your heel. Power to get back at someone.

In the end, however, he was left stumped as no answer had came to his question. There had been no demand made back at him — at all. Mammon had just started testing the waters by teleporting the demon spawn onto his arms when the demon had quickly agreed to his terms, and sprinted onto the casino before he could get another thing out.

For a fleeting moment Mammon wondered if he had given this other demon the perfect opportunity to get rid of an unwanted spawn. That thought was quickly waved away by himself once he realized that any demon worth their soul would not dare to even think of trying such stupid strategy.

Mammon may not be the strongest demon, but he wasn’t your average demon either. If he needed to do so it wouldn’t be a challenge to hunt the demon that just left down. As such, the reason why he stopped fighting the urge to throw the baby back at the demon wasn’t because he trusted them; rather, Mammon was sure that no matter what he would be able to hunt them down, and he knew they knew that was the truth.

With a smirk he opened his closed eyes and nodded with satisfaction.

‘Take that Lucifer! Who said I didn’t know how to turn the tables in my favor, huh?’ Mammon thought with a prideful chuckle; his eyes crinkled while he scratched his cheek, and leaned backwards to lean his weight back onto a non-functional light post.

His smile froze in place as his hand — the one that was holding the demon spawn — started feeling a little toasty. Just a little burnt at the ends.

He dragged his eyes with an edge of exasperation already having an idea of what occurred. The baby was in flames and so was his arms. Scorching flames traveled up his arm before let out a startled yelp and flung the baby up in the sky while waving his arm around.

( Embarrassingly enough — Mammon did forget he could extinguish the flames with a snap of his finger. In his defense, however, he doesn’t think he has ever dealt with a baby putting himself on fire! What type of demon develops such defense mechanism? A suicidal one? No wonder he hadn’t recognized the type of demon they were if their defense mechanism was becoming a living fire ball )

He was vaguely aware of the giggles that were let out by the little evil spawn as he flew up in a vertical line. However, the silver-haired demon was a little busy throughout those couple of seconds that it took for the baby to go up and down. In those couple of seconds half of his long-sleeve jacket had been ripped off to avoid further spread of the fire. Bad news? His hand was not covered enough, and it was still in fire.

Putting it out through magical means was harder than he thought — once he thought about it. Catching the baby before it could go splat on the ground was, in comparison, way easier yet something that he had been a little regretful to have to do.

With an annoyed grumble Mammon did not dignify the annoying gremlin the adequate yell that should have come after an attempt — albeit a failed one — at his life. Instead, he swung the baby by the shirt with a little more force to it than it was probably appropriate from one side to the other.

“Hey! You’re a real piece of work ain’t ya’?” So the statement about Mammon being too mature to yell at the baby who was still giggling at his dissatisfaction? That was a lie. Let it be known he was more petty than mature nine out of ten times.

He paused his passionate complains as he slowly turned his head down to the baby that he was still holding upside down by the foot. With narrowed eyes he brought the demonic spawn up to his eye level and looked at it with a grimace in his face.

“How in the name of everything that’s wretched in Devildom can you utilize magic?” Mammon mumbled with astonishment; the longer the words spilled from his mouth the higher his volume went.

Were demonic infants like — not supposed to be able to do magic at all for the first decades? Okey, the avatar of greed may have slept through majority of demon biology and child development ( and by majority he means all of it ) but he was still sure that whatever this is — was not normal or the norm. Like at all.

He scrunched his head in confusion then in consideration — wondering how he could avoid entangling himself in this situation as much as possible. Whatever this anomaly was he wanted nothing to with it. Would Lucifer bite his head off if he knew that he had let this incident go like nothing happened? Probably.

Did he really want to deal with whatever this was either? No, not really.

Wait! What—?

Mammon jerked his head back and shook it harshly. Why was he thinking about just dropping the baby and leaving? As if! His money would be on the hands of a random demon — over his dead body would he let his previous hard earned wealth be given to somebody else!

His brought his other hand to pinch the bridge of his nose as he started feeling uneasy. However, before he could ponder too long on it he heard the unmistakable sound of creaking metal right above his head. Without looking up he side-stepped away from where he had been previously standing just in time to see the head of the lamp post hardly slam down onto the concrete floor.

The lights that had not been functioning on the rusty lamp flickered in a almost depressing manner. Bringing some light to the the concrete floor that looked even more deplorable under a flickering light — harsh cracks that gave no illusion to the moss that was growing from the dirt that thrived under the cracks made by time. That was not something that Mammon was focusing too much, though. His lips may have as well disappeared from his face with how much he was pressing them together; he dragged, physically yanked, his away from the almost-to-be crime scene.

Only to come face to face with bright yellow eyes. He pulled a face the longer the baby giggled with glee at the face he was pulling.

“Hey! I ain’t dismissing that as an accident ya’ hear me?” He scowled down at the baby that was still dangling from his hand that was currently sucking on his own clenched fist. Mammon turned his nose away from the sight wondering if this manipulation tactic worked with the demon that had been taking care of it.

Were murder attempts something usual for demon babies?

He pondered it for a second before reluctantly putting the thought to the side after remembering how Satan acted those first decades. Because if he started thinking of Satan as a child then he would have to start thinking Lucifer as a parent and that was a little too disturbing to think about even for someone who had eons beyond human comprehension like the Great Mammon.

“Good thing I’m never popping a kid out.” Mammon muttered with a self-satisfied nod. Two of him were a little too fabulous for any of the three realms to handle.

Their loss really.

He scoffed to himself trying and failing to take no notice of the baby that was currently attempting to eat his hand. The same hand that had almost been burned to crisp with a level of injury no human or regular demon would have been able to recover from. The Great Mammon had not only had this demonic spawn for less than ten minutes and he already wanted it gone.

Out of sight and out of mind.

He turned his head away from the baby who he was unable to shake off — and now appeared to be more like a koala, a bloodthirsty one but still a koala, than a human with how tightly it was holding onto his arm. Mammon tapped his foot impatiently in the ground with the patience of someone who had expected this to have been done seconds after it started. The avatar of greed pursued his lips and tried to act as if he had not been frantically waving his arm around trying to get rid of the leech that was still clinging tightly onto his arms. Last thing he wanted was to experience another supernova blasted in his face.

Had the baby been some decades older Mammon would have thought that it was his way of inflicting petty revenger upon him. However, that was not possible. The child was too young to even know what petty revenge was so there was no way they would be able to understand and feel vindictive enough to try and burn him for the silly stunt he pulled when teleporting the baby into his arms.

Mammon narrowed his eyes down at the chomping menace suspiciously.

‘Surely not…’

Before he could think deeply into it a bag was launched at full speed at his head causing it to snap back — something that would not have normally done damage managed to stun him due to its unexpected suddenness. Mammon took a few steps back as he snatched the bag before it could hit the floor and snapped his head up in annoyance. However, his choice of words got stuck in his throat as he was yanked by his jacket by the demon that had gone in the arcade not too long ago. Being baffled was an understatement.

Mammon did not have time to process anything before he was dragged around — to run? Apparently that seemed to be what was occurring. The demon that he had sent inside to bring him back his hard and well-earned money was currently yanking him by the hand to run away, but from what?

Mammon kept with their pace easily and turned his head back to sneak a small peek behind. Only for his expression to drop into one of aggravation as he saw not only witches, but also demons sprinting after them both.

He had nicely asked for the demon that was currently dragging him around to get back his money not get them both permanently banned for stealing! He would have to wait at least another century before he would be able to step near ten foot radius of the casino.

Mammon coughed at the unexpected left turn by the demon. In the back of his mind he noticed that his hand no longer felt the weight of a child clinging to it. In fact, it had disappeared once the older demon came out of the door. Oddly enough he had not seen or felt any magic being used by the errand demon. Something to keep in mind.

He heard the breaths that were coming out of the demon that was yanking him around come out faster and more desperate than before. Mammon found it odd. Had they been a human it would have been expected, however, they were clearly a demon if the child that was clinging onto them by the neck was anything to go by.

That was not the only thing he heard.

The avatar of greed also heard the sound of approaching footsteps by the ones that had been attempting to catch up to the two of them since they had sprinted away from the casino. Mammon gave out a loud groan of annoyance after he realized he would have to teleport back to Devildom.

Where Lucifer was without a doubt waiting for him.

He could already imagine his impatient stare and the cold aura that would ooze just from his stone like expression. Wouldn’t hurt him to smile a little more. With a resigned sigh and a mental goodbye to his poor little wallet Mammon muttered a quick chant that had the demon in front of him faltering his his running pace.

A soft red-hue started appearing from the tip of his fingertips — almost like mist. The next thing anyone knew was that the three of them that were about to be cornered in a abandoned alley had vanished. Like they were never there in the first place.

Their next stop? Devildom.

What neither of them were aware of was that there was a demon that was keenly sensitive to anyone that went and came to Devildom. This demon was as feared as he was respected. Someone that was considered by many the right-hand man of the next ruler.

Barbatos.

Who had felt the presence of a human and — and…?

The demon whose powers transcended time and space found himself left baffled. Something that not many since the start of time could say to have done. The tea cup that he had been holding was put down with a little more force than what he found to be appropriate in any setting. It clicked softly with the small plate used to hold it. Barbatos let out a soft exhale and wondered whether the exchange program would truly be the least of his worries.

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Bestie the new diavolo baby series I'm gonna eat ur work BITESBITESBITES it's so GOOD I can't wait to see how it plays out ilysm thank u big brain

AYYYYY HIIIIII!!! HIII!! Very very happy you’re liking the series! Thanks so much for the kind words 🫵🫵🫵 and best wishes to you!!

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

chapter 2 : dogs days are over

꒰ 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!

꒰PREVIOUS꒱ ꒰ MASTERPOST ꒱ ꒰ NEXT ꒱

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.

That would be what Barbatos would believe if he was a fool.

Did they not believe that he wouldn’t realize the patch that formed in the future? It was as if somebody had used a flashbang into a specific timeline to avoid him looking at it. Barbatos would have found himself being infuriated with the issue at hand had he not been more interested in the magic that was used to meddle with his powers.

The report they had received went into specifics of the multiple dead witches and humans. All of them had been involved in a strange ritual. Whether they did so willingly or not was still up to debate. The more important matter at hand was knowing what their goal was and how they attempted to achieve it.

Barbatos was not unsure of whether they had achieved what they had attempted to do. He may be unfamiliar with this specific way of casting magic, but it wasn’t hard to figure out that the magic inputted into the ritual was still held tightly by the sigils. Meaning that the witches weren’t able to finish the ritual at all.

He didn’t doubt that Lord Diavolo had arrived to similar conclusions.

But the young lord was probably more ruffled by the death of one of the candidate of the exchange program. The prince had even gone ahead and met her in person. She had been the most likely candidate to be chosen at the time.

Well they certainly can’t do that now.

“The sigils that they were using,” Diavolo pondered before pausing mid sentence as he stared at the window, “Were they used for a sacrificial ritual?”

Barbatos crossed his arms over his chest and hummed in thought. “That may have been the purpose, but it was not achieved.”

Lord Diavolo furrowed his eyebrows; he looked uncharacteristically serious to anybody that knew him as the usual cheery but stern ruler. He raised his eyebrow surprised at the response he received from his butler who was more of an advisor than any of the official clan leaders that deemed themselves more important in court than his butler.

“Why would that be? That specific group has been quite—vocal regarding their oppositions to my goals.” Diavolo notes with a pause in his sentence as he attempted to express how utterly annoying it was to deal with that section of the witches specifically.

“That is highly likely to be intertwined with the ritual.”

Diavolo closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh that came deep from his century old bones. That wasn’t even their only concern. There had also been somebody else near the ritual who had rented a house that was a witness to a part of the ordeal if the three dead bodies was anything to by.

It was likely to be a human, but it could also be one of the witches involved in the ritual. Not all of them had died (regretfully), so it was likely that this would be attempted once again. Whether it was in a couple of months or in a couple of decades did not matter much. What mattered was that there were still witches out there who did a sacrificial ritual without consorting the higher-ups of their own coven which likely had to do with their recent outrage against his plans. There had been causalities by both sides. These deaths would likely be used against him by those that were still opposing his exchange program.

Diavolo can already picture it.

What a splendid situation.

He couldn’t wait!

You sighed as you threw yourself to your bed. The ringing headache that you had been nursing on your way here had finally ended and you couldn't be more relaxed even if you tried.

It had been a hard couple of days and you hoped that this would signify that the week would do a complete 180 to become spectacular. You rolled over your backside and stared at the ceiling wondering what you should watch in the TV. The best way to end the day if you had any say in it.

You rolled over the edge of your bed, and reached over to take the remote. However, just as you did so a resounding banging sound came from your door causing you to be startled and yelp. Sadly that was not all that occurred.

In the next second three things occurred. You were leaning with half of your body out of the bed while leaning to get the remote and the loud sound caused you to slip and fall onto the hard, cold floor. Secondly, you banged your head on the nightstand on your way to the floor. Lastly, your headache was back. Stronger than ever.

Had you been any less of a person you would have screamed in frustration. Instead you laid on the floor for a couple of seconds then slowly with the left over will you had to do so you got up and slowly creeped up to the door. Your apartment wasn’t that big so it didn’t take long for you to reach the hallway to the door. However, it was barely hanging by its screws, and as soon as you that you did a double take then sprinted towards the kitchen to get the biggest knife you had in there.

Once you grasped it tightly you quickly pondered whether locking yourself in the bathroom or in your room would be the best idea while you called the police. You held the knife in your right hand more tightly as you got ready to sprint right back to your room.

There was a small thing that you weren’t expecting, however. As soon as you faced the door to the apartment to try and sprint back to your dorm it went flying of its hinges. Weird thing? Nobody was on the other side. In fact, the only thing that you heard over the second bang that caused the door to go flying right into your perfectly clean, scratch-free wall was the laughter of a baby.

For a second you wondered if the way your stomach churned and flipped meant you were hungry. It wasn’t until your headache came back twice as ferocious that you realized that your body seemed to become physically ill after realizing which baby was in your front door.

You warily inched closer to the door. Both the phone and the knife still held tightly in your hands.

As you finally looked down at the same damn baby resting on a basket you let yourself close your eyes. Then proceed to bang your head against the wall. You didn’t scream, but that was only because your neighbor decided it was the perfect time to come and see what was all the ruckus.

The baby just titled his head then let out a loud giggle.

At least one of us is having fun.

You stared at the baby.

The baby stared back at you.

Between the two of you one was noticeably happier than the other. It certainly wasn’t the one that had to pay two hundred dollars to get the door fixed.

You smiled, and you didn’t even need to look into the mirror to know it looked more like a grimace than anything else.

“Well—I don’t think I need holy water to know you aren’t your average baby.” You muttered to yourself before suspiciously looking at the baby who was looking back at you with a gummy smile.

Your lips twitched upwards before you forcefully stopped yourself from smiling back. He was quite good for a demon baby. You sighed and leaned backwards in your sofa after you realized that you had caved in. You had in fact started calling the baby a demon baby. Just like that woman had done in her final moments.

It felt wrong

Whether it was true or not you doubted that the woman had said it with good intentions. However, how would you know? Its not like you could ask her either. She was dead.

You should probably call him something else in meanwhile. You stopped yourself; confused with your own thoughts you wondered when you had arrived to the conclusion that you would be keeping the baby for a while. That was not a conclusion that you personally liked, but you were unsure how the baby had arrived at your doorstep when he was supposed to be in police custody.

Your heartbeat was too loud. You could feel it clogging your ears as you stared nervously as the baby that titled his head back at you. You inched backwards suspiciously. Perhaps it was a fools’ mindset to do something once again after it already failed. However, who could blame you for attempting to contact the police once again to deal with this problem child?

A loud whine brought back your focus to the baby that you had placed across you in the other couch in your small living room. The baby had one of his tiny fists hold tightly onto the couch while the other one was out stretched towards you. His face twisted into a tiny frown that you almost cooed over before reminding yourself that this child was highly likely to be an eldritch being that was a hazard to your peaceful life.

Said eldritch being looked like he was about to fall off the couch while trying to reach you.

Without thinking it twice you lunged out of the couch and caught the baby just as he looked like he was slipping from leaning forwards too much. In your frenzy you failed to notice how the couch you were sitting on had been slowly inching forwards. Almost as if it was being pushed in a straight line towards the baby.

Once you you held the baby in your arms the pout that had formed in his face disappeared in the blink of an eye. Delighted laughter was heard across the apartment. You stared down at the giggling baby that was trying to be permanently glued to you with how tight he was holding your arm.

It was really hard to associate any evilness with the baby in your arms.

You didn’t want to associate any negative incident with the baby.

It was just hard to not do so.

“You’re a real pain you know?” You muttered to yourself while the baby in your arms titled his head. He seemed almost star-eyed by listening to you talk.

“Not sure whether you’re the unlucky one or I am.” You admitted as you maneuvered the baby to your side to only be needing to use on hand to hold him. You hummed to yourself as you eyed the knife that was still sitting in the couch you had been laying on. You’ll put it back in its place after calling the police.

“What should I call you?”

“It doesn’t seem like they bothered to name you at all.”

After muttering such sentence you winced. That was more depressing than you initially thought. Hopefully you were wrong and it was simply your ignorance towards his birth records that accounted for the lack of mentioned name. At all.

As you walked towards your phone (the second you burrowed from the police station after informing them of the accident that occurred to your previous one) you pondered whether it would be that bad to give the baby in your arms a name. Just momentarily.

It certainly couldn’t hurt.

But you know what can hurt?

The damn phone catching fire.

Not even a gradual fire that started from a trail of smoke. Instead, once you started walking closer to it, the phone instantly burst into flames. Not only startling you, but also causing you to take several steps back away from the fire. You tightened your grip on the baby in your arm and cradled him closer to yourself. Your hands felt shakier than they had been in a while.

As you rushed towards the kitchen to get your hands on baking soda to put the fire out you once again failed to notice an important. The baby that you had in your hands had been staring at the phone intently before it had ignited on fire. Afterwards, he had looked back at your face in confusion as you quickly sprinted to the kitchen.

Once again the baby seemed to be eerily calm in these type of moments.

The baby pouted in your arms. It would have been adorable had you not just lost a phone; the baby closed his tiny fists around your loose t-shirt and pulled on it towards himself.

“No phones for me I guess…” You mumble as you continuously patted the baby in the back after he started pulling your hair to bring your attention back to him. How did you know? Well, every time you looked away from him he started pulling on your shirt until you looked back at him. It was funny enough that you were tempted to look away just to get him to pout.

He was an adorable baby.

( a shame that he seemed to bring unfortunate situations to wherever he went )

( and unfortunate situations was putting it lightly )

You wouldn’t be saying that out loud any time soon, though. There was no certain proof that there was anything supernatural-related going on with the baby. The cult business you had been informed by the police did not count as the baby was probably being the victim to the whims of lunatics.

“We both really got the short end of the stick huh?” You said as you poked his side to watch him squeal and laugh.

You approached your phone that had stopped seeping smoke after having thrown the baking soda rashly over it. Your arms hurried to bounce the small infant you had in your hands to avoid him becoming fussy. ( It was unusual—every time you tried getting close to your phone he would start whining while looking to be on the verge of crying ) You hushed him just like you had seen some of your relatives do to their own children. Something you doubted you were able to replicate was the delicate way they handled their offspring.

But he hadn’t died yet so that had to count for something.

While you whispered softly spoken reassurances you used your other hand to hesitantly grab your phone from under the baking soda. It wasn’t a significant amount as you had hastily grabbed a coup, and scooped as much of the baking soda as you could then threw it over your burning phone. However, as soon as you saw the state of your phone you stopped just to stare at its state blankly.

Whatever that was couldn’t and shouldn’t even be counted as a phone. Without acknowledging the amount of money you would spend once again on another phone you simply grabbed some of the baking soda that you had pushed to its side and chucked it right over your previous phone once again.

Consider it a burial.

Somewhere in your apartment your wallet cried tears of blood.

You sighed dejectedly as you made eye contact with the baby in your arms once again. You were so going to have to go to the police station once again didn’t you—?

You stopped your pacing. You stopped the movement in your arms that was appeasing the baby. You stopped breathing for a moment.

Your breaths came almost reluctantly to your lungs as you incredulously stared down at the baby in your arms. Why haven't you questioned how he got there?

Why haven’t you thought about how the baby got to your front door?

A chill went down your spine as you realize there was something wrong with the way you’ve been acting. Weren’t you just a little too carefree with certain things that have been happening? You bite your lip hard enough to sting as you started pacing around your apartment — like a nervous chicken that was locked away for too long. Why had you been so willing to not think about the ‘why’ of the situation?

You looked down at the baby once again and wondered if your neck would start cramping with how repetitive the action had become. You almost wished the baby would reveal itself to be a misleading eldritch being so you could have answers as to who was tormenting you.

There was no other logical conclusion you could arrive to really.

Things seemed to be a little to coincidental for you to just wave it off. So, you just happened to be the one to catch the baby then witness the woman throw herself off a cliff? You just happened to have the luck of seeing the officer being squashed under a boulder and survive? You just happened to come across the weirdo in the convenience store? And you just happened to find the baby you had abandoned in the police station in front of your door? The door that had been blasted?

“Is this a cult ritual?” You theorized as you poked at the baby in your arms as if waiting for him to give you the answers you needed — he did not in act give you anything to work with because in the next second the baby in your arms had started sucking on your thumb while giggling — and desperately craved, “It has to be.”

“So, what is the deal? You torment your next sacrifice as much as possible to then give them to the Great Overlord?” You pondered while staring at your buried phone in the other side of the room.

If that was their plan, then it definitely worked. Just looking at the bills you would soon have to pay caused you to age a couple of decades in advance.

They say that insanity is doing the same thing over and over again then expecting a different result. However, you truly didn’t know what else to do than get to the police station again. The implications of the baby being in your own now were not lost to you. Although for some reason you hadn’t previously given it much thought you now were aware how utterly terrifying it was for him to be back in your arms. The reason for your new weariness? Simple, you had given the baby that from what you knew was probably going to be sacrificed for a dumb cult. Which means that unless there was someone in the police station that actively wanted the baby to stay with you there was no way for him to be now in your arms.

( and no, you weren’t letting your cult theory go anytime soon if you had anything to say about it )

Mia was an accountant that tried avoiding conflict. She lived next to two college students that usually were not a problem.

Usually being the keyword. Since a couple of weeks back weird things started occurring. First, one of them had started bringing odd-looking individuals to the apartment complex while the other one was out. Most of them wearing clothes that revealed the odd-looking tattoos in their forearms and even necks. She avoided going out of the apartment every time they were they came to visit that girl.

It was hard to pinpoint, but it was as if there was something screaming at her to stay put and avoid those people as much as possible. It was unsettling. If Mia was being honest, she was quite convicted it was her paranoia talking, yet she still avoided them like the plague. Whatever she had to do to avoid feeling this bone-shaking terror she felt every time they came to the apartment next to her, she would do.

This continued for two weeks. Until it abruptly stopped. There were no more midnight meetings between the girl and the other individuals that came over when her roommate wasn’t home. There were no more sleepless nights where she stared at the wall as she heard weird chants next to her apartment. ( She had always said that the walls were paper thin )

This peaceful atmosphere had lasted for a weekend. A weekend that she rejoiced with great joy. Of course this would not last long; the next day at midnight you had come over to your apartment looking like you had seen better days. Your clothes were dirty not only looking ruffled but also with specks of red stains in your sleeves. Perhaps the wort of it all were your eye.

Mia would never confidently say that she was someone who could easily read people; however, your eyes looked haunted. For the lack of better word. Your feet were dragged as you walked towards your own apartment. At that time, she had been on her way to open her apartment when she witnessed you walking sluggishly to your apartment.

To say you looked dead would not be an exaggeration. Death may as well be trailing your steps with how utterly drained you looked. Mia had almost been tempted to ask you whether you were okay after seeing you stare blankly at your door for a minute.

In the end, she had watched you lock your door after slowly opening your door. Deciding she wouldn’t get involved for the sake of her sanity she sent you a quick prayer.

Perhaps she should’ve prayed harder.

Because the same unsettling feeling settled in her bones near the afternoon where the sun was setting. This time it seemed almost more intense. As if something was telling her to sprint out of there in her mind.

This would cause for all the locks to be checked three times an hour and for all closets to be checked twice per hour. It was hard to put into words how utterly paranoid it could make her feel. It was as if for a while everything was out to get her.

Her fears were confirmed after she heard the loudest bang resonate in the apartment where you lived.

At that time she had been pacing anxiously around her own apartment for a while and such a loud sound had only made her flinch in fright. She could vaguely hear the sound of thundering footsteps and crashes nearby. However, she couldn’t quite process it as she was staring at her own door in dawning horror feeling that same unsettling sensation settle around her mind like an old friend coming back from a long trip.

Her fingers shook as she heard mumbling next door and the sound of loud laughter from an infant.

People did always say that the laughter of a baby lightened up a room. However, Mia couldn’t help but listen to the commotion and feel a sense of foreboding settle on her gut.

And she would be proven right in the following weeks.

It was as if light had seeped into your own being after starting to take care of that. Perhaps it was a little dehumanizing the way she referred to the baby ( not a baby—that thing couldn’t possibly be a human child ) ;however, it was impossible to not do so with how utterly nauseating it was to be near it.

If Mia had previously thought that whatever shady business was occurring left her feeling paranoid it was nothing compared to the suffocating feeling that had settled in the building after you had started taking care of that thing. Had she been a little less superstitious she wouldn’t be avoiding you like the plague. Had she been a little less superstitious she wouldn’t have been researching how to deal with skin walkers.

Had she been a little less superstitious she would have assumed that the flickering lights every time that the baby cried was nothing, but an odd coincidence.

She just couldn’t understand why you kept it around.

Did you not realize how utterly distressing it was to be anywhere near that thing you cradled with your hands?

How could you not become a lunatic after sharing a roof with that thing? Trusting it wouldn’t suffocate you with its madness while you slept. She used to think that you were a nice person. Someone who had their head on their shoulders, and knew when to keep out of people’s business.

Now?

She wasn’t even sure you had any survival instincts.

Mia, however, doubted you were truly in distress. It was sickening to the core seeing you act so domestic with the thing that wore a human’s skin to carve a place into your heart. She had seen it occur. Days where you stared at your car from outside, and stood standing with the baby in your arms as if pondering a deep thought. Some days you would get into the car and not come back till much later.

Sometimes you came back with the baby. Sometimes you didn’t. One thing stayed constant throughout it all, though.

The next day she would always see you in your balcony with the baby in your arms. These days she would avoid opening her own windows just to avoid seeing you with that thing.

She almost felt as if she was going crazy in her own lunacy. It wasn’t until she started seeing the way that some of the other neighbors started full-out avoiding you at all cost when you had that thing in your arms ( which was now the norm—there were no occasions where you were seen without that thing in your arms ) that she realized that she wasn’t the problem.

That thing was.

Mia had only felt revulsion as she saw you treat that thing like a normal child by buying clothes and small toys to play with it. Perhaps she would feel more pity for you had she not been deeply aware of what had occurred the last time she tried talking to you regarding that thing.

( those unnatural gold eyes stared at her without blinking over your shoulder as you dragged your most recent groceries to your house. Not realizing the dawning stare of horror as your neighbor trembled like a newborn deer as she stared back at something that couldn’t possibly be human. What she was staring at must have surely been spit from hell itself from being so wretched and filthy — by the time you had looked back it had been because of the sound of a loudly slammed door behind you that caused you to flinch and look back in confusion. )

Perhaps that was why she had been so willing to result to cruelty when it came down to it. Humans were usually inherently cruel towards what they did not understand. Crueler than they could even imagine.

The change in her horrifying routine did a complete 180 in terms of change. It all started like all things had began: in the middle of the night with a knock in her door. This time it was a blonde woman with a smile that was worthy of being put in magazines.

Mia reluctantly opened the door still being hyperaware of any sounds that came from your apartment. The woman in her front door smiled at her placidly and greeted her with a low voice. There was almost no part of her body that wasn’t covered. From the long-sleeves to the long shirts and even gloves made her seem ready to greet winter. However, whatever good will was accumulated was shattered after Mia heard this woman ask for you.

More specifically for the person that was taking care of a ‘baby with oddly looking yellow eye with a patch of dark red hair’. For a moment she considered the possibility that it may not be wise to tell a stranger where you lived. However, she also remembered that the lady wasn’t looking for you, but instead she was looking for that thing you had been letting leech of you.

Surely it couldn’t hurt giving her directions?

She looked like a nice young lady

Someone who wouldn’t hurt a fly.

This was the mantra that she repeated to herself as she leaned against her own door from the inside while trying to listen to what was being said. A hushed conversation was the only thing she heard for a couple of minutes until it started escalating. It started with your loud stammering. It almost sounded as if you were fearful while pushing your words from your own mouth.

Resentment shot through her before she could stop it. Now you felt fear? Not when you were terrorizing her by taking care of that thing? What did you have to fear for? It certainly didn't seem like the thing in your arms was looking towards your demise ( something that couldn’t be shared for the rest of the residents of the apartment building — many of them having suffered an unfortunate accident after confronting you for one thing or the other — at least nobody had died ) so that already gave you a better peace of mind than everyone else in this wretched building.

Mia had been lost too long in her thoughts too long because in the next second she had yelped in fright after hearing a loud banging sound and a scream that sounded suspiciously like yours. She hurriedly stepped closer to the door having instantly gone for the knob in the door to see if you were alright.

Her hand hovered with hesitation over the knob.

It stayed there as she heard uncertain footsteps run over to her apartment door. It stayed there as she listened to your frantic knocks on her door. It stayed there as she heard you attempt to get her attention from the other side of the door in order to help you. Your words were stammered as if terrified. Your voice had risen in volume as you pleaded for her to help you.

Mia let her hand fall from the knob. She waited and listened for another minute as you frantically tried to get her to open the door. Mia didn’t move from her spot until she heard your footsteps fade at the end of the hall. She wouldn’t open her own door until later; what would greet her would be something straight from her nightmares.

The woman that she had greeted not too long ago was laying on the floor. Her posture being as seated one on the floor in front of the wall where your open apartment door was creaking ad it was gently moved by the breeze.

Her hands trembled as she looked at the rest of the scene in the hallway. The blonde woman’s sleeves were raised giving further view for the tattoos that trailed up her arms. Similar to the ones that those shady men wore with confidence.

Perhaps she would have been more appreciative of the beauty of them had the owner of them not been currently bleeding out. A pool of blood grew by the second as the head of the woman continued to drip down the floor.

Like a constant reminder the blood continued dripping down the floor as the head of the woman was leaned towards the floor.

Mia gently closed the door and let herself fall onto her apartment floor. She stared at the ceiling for the rest of the night in silent horror. Even when she heard frantic conversations on the other side of her door. Even when she heard the sound of ambulance outside her window she stayed inside.

However even through her horror she couldn’t help but feel relieved.

Relief that such creature was finally away.

That night she cried tears of joy.

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

chapter 1 : lord give me one last chance!

꒰ 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 )

#this probably had 10 spelling errors I need to get a beta reader #rip to that random police officer it really was just a tantrum of a baby with extra powers #obey me shall we date diavolo x reader #diavolo obey be shall we date #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me lord diavolo #diavolo obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me!#obey me #om! diavolo #diavolo x reader #—RUBYTALES

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Hi sorry to bother you about this! I love your writing and was wondering when chapter one would be released as well as when Diavolo would be making an appearance? No pressure btw I just wanted to make sure I wouldn’t miss it lol.

Helloo!! And no bothers in asking chapter one should be released around wednesday of this week! On the other hand I’m planning of making Diavolo appear officially in the second chapter

Very happy you’re liking my writing so far too!

#asks #sorry for the delayed response I didn’t see it until I checked inbox 😔

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

prologue: "villain and violent, infant and innocent"

꒰ 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

꒰ MASTERPOST ꒱꒰ NEXT ꒱

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?

#the mental gymnastics I had to do to figure out how I would write the damn baby surviving after falling #before realizing that I could just chalk it up to it being a more resciliant demon baby #anyway moral of the story don’t stay with your roommate if you suspect she may be in a cult that sacrifices babies #obey me!#obey me x reader #obey me lord diavolo #obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me shall we date #om! diavolo #diavolo x reader #diavolo obey me #Diavolo obey be shall we date #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me shall we date Diavolo x reader #— RUBYTALES

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