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Her baby was due to be born in the upcoming days, so she sequestered herself to her home. Her bare feet hit the carpet as she paced, the annoyance of the twinges of pain leading her to be restless.
Her horns curled around her head delicately, but with an arch that spoke of retaliation in a manner most frightening.
She scraped her claws on a block of concrete, hissing and grumbling, one hand cradling her belly softly. “Little one, please,” she pleaded. “Your mother wants rest.”
The babe seemed indifferent to her plight, stretching his little self out in her belly, preparing himself to be brought into the world, or perhaps for a nap. She hoped for a nap as she could not last much longer dealing with this.
Eventually she was brought to her knees from the immense pain, but managed to climb into her nest, curling up with a growling noise as pain wracked her body.
You see, there was a reason she was out here, alone, with no one to guide her through the birth. No mate around to ease her worries. No one.
She had mated with an Angel.
Demons and Angels were...not at war but one didn’t mingle with the other. It was only recently they had started to become somewhat friends.
However, bad blood still ran within the Demons. They disliked how ‘sweet’ and ‘kind’ the Angels were, and the Angels would never say it aloud but they always hesitated or hurried off away from Demons.
She knew what she was giving birth to. But the Demons would judge her, or worse, make her get rid of her baby. The Angels would ‘gently’ convince her he would need another Angel to help him find his way.
Fuck that shit.
Her mate had been lovely but an unfortunate set of circumstances led him to Falling Down.
She’d mourned him, despite what the Angels thought, but now was not the time for it. Now was the time to welcome another new life into the world.
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‘Hand in Hand, two shall walk
Together, they bring the Third
The Third shall find two to love
And Hand in Hand,
They shall bring an End’
“What does it mean?”
The Angel monk chortled cheerfully at the younger’s question, rolling a scroll up. “It’s a saying, a rather old one. Supposedly the last fortune told by a seer.”
The younger Angel frowned. “But, does it not hold credence?”
“No,” the monk waved his hand. “We do keep it up in order to tell the story of said seer, but in all honesty, the truth of the story has lost its footing over the years. No one is sure what it could mean now.”
The younger cupped his own chin, thinking. “An End...like...the end of the world?”
“Nonsense,” the monk tutted. “You youth and trying to see more into things than need be. No it is not some end of times, I am sure of it.”
The younger shrugged, and the conversation led away from the golden scroll attached to the wall.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then, the first two lines slowly were struck out with a line, like one does with a to do list.
Later, the monk would find it, nearly have a heart attack, and quickly fetch the others.
This needed more investigating than they had thought.
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She rested in her nest, long sharp tail curled around her leg, breathing evenly. Her son, her light of her life, rested against her breast and arm, deep asleep himself. He had tiny fluffy wings and a tiny little halo, indicative of his Angel status.
But instead of white, they were...a light pinkish? And his halo was just a little darker than the ones she had seen. His teeth were sharp like hers, but he was soft and sweet, watching her with a goofy smile on his face until he too fell asleep.
His own little tail wasn’t much of one, an itty bitty thing that she assumed would remain a stump all his life.
She shut her eyes, for a second, leaning in to kiss the skeleton baby’s head. “Hello, my darling Cherry. I’ve been waiting to meet you. Mama’s here.”
And with that, Calibri slipped into the sleep of the exhausted, not aware of the path her life would take now.