Demon Child (FatPanda)

[Raven's Abyss]

A long time ago, demons ruled the world. Causing death, illness, and destruction. Many people died, some fast and painless, some slow and filled with anguish. This plague of demons killed over half of the population of humans, there are barely any left anymore to fight. This rein lasted for hundreds of years, leaving demons' kings. The whole earth was dying away, however, in one last attempt to save itself and its creatures, the earth used its life source to attack the demons. Some fought, only to die, and others fled, but none were spared. Angels were sent out to make sure every demon was slaughtered, burnt, or ripped apart. But one angel, the General of the Angel Army, the one who killed countless demons, comes across a little demon boy. The little child looks up, grabs the General's pants legs and says, "Do you know where momma is? I can't find momma." The child's big eyes stared into the General's without fear, he who was one that didn't know of the General and his murders. The General was ready to kill the child, but the boys innocence, the goodness, curiosity overwhelmed him. This alone caused the General to drop his weapon... and decide to help the demon child, 'hoping to raise an angel' out of him. However, now the General must travel to Heaven... and face the king of all goodness and light. He must reason with the Court and its leader, the King of Angels.

Me~

 

 

Name: Eros

Age~

Pic One: 7 Years Old

Pic Two: 22 Years Old

Pic 3: Unknown

Information~

Pic One: Eros is rather shy and quiet at first, but ends up asking a lot of questions. A cutie and will defend himself, has some courage but it wears thin easily and very quickly. Sort of a scaredy cat. He's slow to understand things. No abilities known to others, but he has a few. Like a simple, normal child. Just oddly small.

Pic Two: Scary, looses some of his fear and gains tremendous courage and stealth. His voice gets much deeper and thicker, eyes turn red and his hair darkens in color and grows longer. Eros gains more abilities and a faster learner. Very quick thinker.

Pic Three: His looses all fear, changing into a mindless killing shadow of black clouds. However, this form causes damage to everything around, and to himself. Eros was not trained to hold and harness such brutal powers.

 

We need an older Angel, the head man of the King, the General of the Angel Army. At least older than 25, amazing fighter and be detailed. Willing to kill any demon...

 

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The scourging heat of the dry lands covered with flames and piles of dead humans and demon, a sight best known as "the greatest plague." The loud mourns of those who'd survived had made hearts cringe, it's just a job, a responsibility to paint everything with white. The fight between good and evil was already over, to attain peace killing demon's was needed.

 

Though they had been tainted with all the sins of the world, they were still his angel companions before Lucifer had encouraged them to join his army. The weapon had multiplied to millions as they unrealistically appeared from the clouds, piercing all that's needed to be judge and punished; a sight of beauty and fear. Millions of them were saddened by the mere sight of earth. How can this pure agony be stopped?

 

While Rae fought and killed many raging and wounded demons, he stumbled upon a rather tough one. Small, yet he was fast and young, which made him vicious. Even so, the battle lasted few little time before the demon was stabbed in the chest. Then, for the younger teenage demon, it was over, lights out, just another body on the floor. Then, when Rae turned, he saw red hair.

 

The little child was thin, possibly starving if it didn't feed from the already dead human souls. It huddled under a huge rock that came out like a cliff, sheltering itself from the heat. There were several buzzards on the rock, scaring the young demon child, cawing and pecking at the rock's side. Bodies of demons he didn't know surround him, the sight of blood drove fear deep inside him. On the demon child, was the dark leather trench coat of Lucifer, the demon king. Why did the child have it?

 

The demon king, after starting the war, disappeared. But there has been sightings of him, no lead though. He was the strongest of the demons, and most angels too. Wanted dead for a very high price, because he's murdered many of his brethren and many more angels. There was a legend, that he mated with one of the Angel King's daughters, Anastasia. He took her away to his kingdom and she gave birth to a baby of fire (Meaning it had bright red hair). The name and whereabouts of the child born of forbidden ways has never been found.

 

However, there was no doubt, that trench coat belonged to the King of Demons himself. The child looked at the feet that approached him (Rae's), staring until his big blue eyes slowly traveled up the legs. The child whimpered, slowly crawling out to see the hips, then the ribs, and then the face. His sword was raised, but the naked, besides the trench coat, child ran out and grabbed the angel's pants leg. The trench coat was huge, at least a foot and a half of sleeve still left after the child's fingertips, and it trailed 5 feet out behind him. His hair was a little pink, faded from the heat, sort of like a bubblegum color. Long and messy. hiding his pretty face. The child looked like it was about to collapse.

 

"W-where's momma? I can't find momma." His voice was soft, light, like a little girls rather than a demon boys. One hand held the trench coat together in front of him, covering him knees to collar-bone. "Please! Where's momma?"

[FatPanda]

Rae stared down at the little demon child clinging to him. You murderer! Rae saw the demon in the child and knew exactly what he should do. Demons were his enemy, he despised them to no end. All those filthy demons had captured his son, a pure angel - probably the purest of them all, a newborn. They had tortured the poor child and brought him near death countless times. They had been cruel, leaving him out in horrid weather. They had been malicious, tearing his small undeveloped wings from his body. They had been menacing, spitting words unfit for a child's ears. Demons were the abhorrent creatures that had murdered his son.

 

The old angel raised his blade to eradicate the vermin before him. There should have been no hesitation left in Rae. He'd done it numerous times and he was a general, the general. There'd been tens of thousand of his victims, all of them were demons: the old, the small, the experienced, the naive, all of them. But this one! He clung to the old angel with his big round eyes searching for his "momma". And Rae could not help but feel his hesitation.

 

His resolve returned as he heard the sounds of the war behind them. There were people being killed, demons being killed, but there were also angels being killed. Just like my son! He raised his blade again. Rae would kill this sore excuse for a living creature! He let his blade fall downward.

 

But he couldn't do it, he just couldn't!

 

This was a child! Like the very child he vowed to avenge! If he killed this child, he would be just like those demons who erased the existence of his son! Rae stopped his blade just above the demon child's head. There was no need to kill a child. If he were to become as venomous as his predecessors when he got older, so be it! Rae would be the one to kill him then. He turned away from the demon, shaking the grip off his clothes. "Your momma isn't here, go find her elsewhere."

 

((please do forgive me for taking so long D: ))

[Raven's Abyss]

"Your momma isn't here, go find her elsewhere."

 

However, even as he was shaken off, the little demon clung back to him. "Please! Where's momma? I can't find daddy either...." The little thing's eyes rimmed with tears, shaking, rasping from dehydration. This place was hot and humid. Demons, when trained, found ways to supply for their thirst, angels has been trained in teh same way but not as gruesome.

 

"P-please..." He huffed, te leather trench coat, that belonged to teh great demon king, did him no justice either. If another angel didn't cross the boy's path and kill him, he would die from teh heat or dehydration for sure. At first, it seemed like Eros should have a caretaker, but teh body of a blonde demon not far at all from te rock the little demon hid under was enough. His caretaker, or protector, have been killed to make sure Eros wasn't found.

 

"I need momma.... and... daddy~" Eros panted, falling to his knees, one small hand clutched Rae's pants for dear-life, his only surviving point was this angel, and this angel only. The other's may not be as sympathetic as Rae and he himself didn't seem very sympathetic either.

[FatPanda]

Rae's cold heart melted as he heard the word, daddy. There was no doubt this child had to have a father but Rae had been so focused on his own suffering that he had neglected the fact that all children had fathers. If he abandoned this boy and left him to die, could he live with the guilt. Hearing "daddy" again, Rae couldn't hold his resolve anymore. He gave in to the cries of the demon.

 

The general turned to face the small child and sheathed his blade. "Your momma and daddy are no longer around. Come with me, boy." Rae's voice rumbled in a deep tone as he coerced the child into following him. He had no idea what he was going to do with a demon child but he knew he had to take the child in. He picked the boy up and tucked him into his long jacket. There was no use for the leather trench coat, it would only serve to mark him as a descendant of Lucifer which would not do them any good. Making his retreat back to base, he made sure no angel or demon could see him carrying what should be his enemy back home with him.

 

It wasn't easy to get back as he had moved quite far into the battlefield but they made it with little interference. When they entered the camp site, Rae brought the boy to an empty room and gave him water. He asked, "What's your name?"

[Raven's Abyss]

"Your momma and daddy are no longer around. Come with me, boy."

 

The miniature baby awaited Rae's answer while he thought with himself, giving a weak smile when teh male finally answered him without rejecting the tiny demon. He, of course, lifted his arms to be carried, but kept the trench coat on him, refusing to let Rae take it off and his pinkish bubblegum colored cheeks turned a red blush. Eros nuzzled himself into the angel other's chest, hiding from the sand as it whipped at him when Rae was running back to the base.

 

The small other could smell Rae, his scent. For one, because demons had a higher sense of smell than humans, angels, even animals. For two, the child buried his nose and whole face into the man's chest. He's never been any closer to an angel... well, besides his mom. She was an angel, a few important, dearly missed one.

 

Eros looked around when Rae stopped, seeing around teh base before he was ushered into a room. The second he was giving water he grabbed it gently and started to chug, tasting sand in his thrat and the nasty crunch of it on his teeth. The water, however, slwoly got ride of that grimy taste and the sand grains.

 

"What's your name?"

 

The King's Son paused, finishing the drink and looked at the angel. "Eros..."

[FatPanda]

The large angel stared at the boy, "Eros? Like the God of Desire." Rae smiled at the name. He would never have been able to fathom that a demon would have the name of a God other than Hades. He'd have been angered to hear such a thing if he, himself, had not seen this child: Eros was pinkish, small, and adorable. The general had killed so many demons, all murdered ruthlessly. None of them had fazed him even slightly but now, he was looking at a demon in front of him and he had offered him water. Worse yet, he was going to offer the demon a place to stay... at his place. He took the emptied cup and asked, "Eros, would you like to stay with this old angel?"

 

Rae frowned at the trench coat Eros had kept. He had taken it anyways despite Rae's attempts to remove it. "You need clothing but that," Rae pointed to the trench coat, "cannot stay. It would get you killed faster than you can blink." He tried to pry it away from the boy again.

[Raven's Abyss]

"Eros? Like the God of Desire."

 

The tiny thing nodded violently, making those slight curls at the end shiver and bounce around. When he seemed dizzy, head swirling around in a circle, the baby boy demon gave a soft giggle. Eros' name, indeed, was called after the God Of Desire. His father, The Demon King, thought it was wise, since the old God himself looked over the birth of his son, named him after the small Norse God. Eros was nor an angel or demon's name, most was utterly stumped on why he wasn't named Lucifer or Lu after his father. King and the Norse God Eros used to be old friends, things ended up happening -such as the war between angels and demons, the first one- and that war caused Eros to flee the lands, so he didn't have to chose between his friends. After years and years, during the birth of Lucifer's son, the God of Desire returned and blessed the baby himself, thus, the King named him after the Norse God in respect.

 

"Eros, would you like to stay with this old angel?" ... "cannot stay. It would get you killed faster than you can blink."

 

Again teh demon lad Eros nodded his had fiercely, hair bouncing and twirling around his small shoulders. Though he heard something about teh coat and held it tight, holding onto a wood plank in the ground so the angel could not remove it. "No no no! Daddy told me to make sure I hold onto it! This is Daddy's! Daddy will be disappointed in me if I don't return it when he comes home!" Eros wailed, hugging the plank to keep the trench coat on. The pendant bumping against his chest.

[FatPanda]

Rae frowned at the response. He was glad the child had accepted his offer of stay but the coat, it was a token of the demon king. He couldn't have the boy walking around with it, not that he should have a demon child walking around the angel's base at all. The man was usually extremely strict with rules as he was a general of the army, one of the leading commanders, it was expected of him to be strict. Yet this little demon had crumbled his hardened emotions with a simple word and was now having him break rules he could never have imagined breaking: keeping something that belongs to the enemy a secret from the higher-ups. He knew fairness when he needed to though and this situation needed just that. There was no reason to kill the child, thus no reason to bring attention to him. Sending information on the child and the coat related to Lucifer would probably draw a lot of attention; it would not have been right. The aftereffects would haunt him and he'd be pained to hear the voice in his head recite "daddy" over and over again in the small voice Eros spoke with.

 

Either way, he had to take the trench coat from Eros. Ransacking a pile of clothes in the other room, he returned with the smallest articles he could find and offered the only option that seemed a plausible compromise. "How about I give you clothes to wear so you don't have to dirty your daddy's coat? We can keep it safe somewhere back at my place so that you can give it back nice and clean?" He wasn't really a man of coercion but he tried his best to keep his voice from rumbling a low threatening tone as it usually was. Rae held out his hand with the clothes clenched in his big fist. He meant well but his face was unsmiling as it normally was.

[Raven's Abyss]

"How about I give you clothes to wear so you don't have to dirty your daddy's coat? We can keep it safe somewhere back at my place so that you can give it back nice and clean?"

 

"You promise?" The tiny demon's voice was so soft, gentle and adorable, yet sweet as honey. His big blue, watery, orbs looked right into Rae's, almost, and literally, like they stared into his soul and purposefully tugging at the angel's heart-strings. "You promise you wont just get rid of it?" The lad shot out his hand, fingers clenched besides such a small pinkie, "Promise on your life you wont take it away! You have to say it too!"

 

Eros' determination and love for his daddy shown through like a lone star out in the big black sky, blinking and radiating such a light. The look in his eyes were hopeful, curvy lips curled into a little 'o' shape, slightly perched up. His other hand clutched the large, leather trench coat of his father's around him, hiding is naked body. Even though it it fell, Eros wouldn't be embarrassed because he didn't understand that area of knowledge yet and he knew no personal boundaries. The child was hard to read, and simply hard to scare or intimidate, he wasn't fazed by Rae's hard, unsmiling face at all. A pouty look plastered on his own adorable face. BUt that look, there was a twinkle in his watery, teary eyes. He trusted Rae.

[FatPanda]

Rae groaned inwardly at his own assumptions. He'd thought that a child wouldn't know better so had considered ridding the boy of the trench coat without his knowledge. This demon was smarter than he had thought. It was still an offer he made so there was nothing he could do but make the promise if he wanted the coat off the small body. He reached out his free hand to the extended pinky finger and hooked his own into it. The big round eyes staring at him were so endearing he couldn't help but smile a slight smile. "I promise not to throw it away." He was a man of his word, he'd have to find a spot in his home for safekeeping of the coat.

 

He handed the clothes over to the little pink thing and hoped the child knew how to dress himself. There was noise coming from the hall now, something was happening. A knock came at the door, "General, are you in?" Rae turned to the door as it opened slightly and extended his wings so to hide the demon child from view. He walked towards the angel who had come to him, pushing him back out the door with his movements.

 

"What's the matter?" He asked the visitor.

 

"Sir, food is being served. Would you like to join us?"

 

Rae had to get the child out of their base. There was no way he could leave the demon to walk around as he ate leisurely. Having the offer declined, the other angel left. With a sigh, Rae closed the door and turned back around to the little demon. "We need to get you out of here, how about we go back to my place now?" In his home, nobody would know he'd picked up an enemy child. They could relax and eat comfortably there. He moved back towards the child and held out his hand.

[Raven's Abyss]

"I promise not to throw it away."

 

That little, yet glorious smile that came across the demon child's face was just beautiful. His skin was so soft and fingers the size of a twig compared to the Angel General. "Thank you..." Eros giggled shyly, looking up at Rae. When clothes were tossed to him, the demon baby looked them over, letting the overcoat slid off his bare body, tugging the large shirt on, watching it dangle past his hips and close to his knees. However, the shorts or pants were way to big, so he kept them off.

 

Eros was smart enough to know to stay silent while the other angel was near, hiding in some way, fingers clutching his fathers over sized trench coat. Not moving until Rae came to get him.

 

"We need to get you out of here, how about we go back to my place now?"

 

He giggled, reaching to grab the angel's much bigger, stronger hand, nodding. "Okay okay, let's go!" Eros looked so excited.

[FatPanda]

Rae scrunched his face at the fit of the shirt. I'll have to find some smaller clothes for him. I'm sure there must be... The angel swallowed. There must be something lying around the house, left by his diseased son. It had been hard to look at them, reminding him of the being that no longer existed. So he had stored them somewhere hidden from view. Now he had to dig it all up again. With the thought, his burning passion to destroy all demons returned for a second. But the excitement of the child cooled his anger back down. Although this one was a demon, it was a child very much like his own.

 

With his renewed calm, he picked up the child, clothes and all - including the trench coat - and made his way to the back of the base. He tried his best to conceal the demon with his own large coat, fearing the eyes of an ally spotting the enemy species. Although he was a general with power and authority, his heart raced with anxiety. He was holding a secret that was punishable by death. This was a form of treason; it was hard not to be laced with fear. He himself would usually see to the punishment of an ally who was found to be harbouring a demon secretly. It would have never occurred to him that he would one day be in that very position. With a self tsk, he walked the corridors.

 

Luckily, every angel except a few select guards were eating in the cafeteria. This was possibly the best time to sneak in and out of their base. He sped up his walk into a near run as he got closer to the back door. It was the fastest way to his home and the least noticeable exit. At the increased activity, his breathing became more laboured. It was worth it all though, he got out through the door without any angel catching them. He looked back at the door to make sure no one would burst through all of a sudden. Turning back around to watch his step, he ran into Daryl.

 

"Whatcha got there, Rae?" He smirked his usual smug look and snatched the demon up from out of Rae's arms. The angel was a lieutenant colonel, demoted from the rank of brigadier general some years ago due to misuse of authority. That was the nice way to put it. He had commanded his troops into dangerous territories knowing they had no chance of survival. Getting caught by this guy was definitely not good. Daryl asked the little demon, "and what're you doing here with this old man?"

[Raven's Abyss]

"and what're you doing here with this old man?"

 

Eros made a noise when the man took hold of him, blinking those pretty eyes before looking up at the angel named Daryl. Soon, such a gorgeous smile spread on his small lips and his voice was rather happy. "Rae is taking me to mommy, my mama is real pretty! Her name is Anastasia!"

 

Anastasia was the name of the angel princess who had gone missing a few years ago, no other had her name. There was rumors that she had been 'taken' by the demon king. But in reality, she had ran away in anger of her father, the king of angels, and married the demon king, giving birth to little Eros. The prince of Hell and all demons.

 

Yet Eros continued to speak with that adorable voice, "I don't know where daddy is, but I know where momma is! Calciferol said he'd take me to her after getting through the battle field!" He giggled, Calciferol was most likely the dead blonde demon a few yards away from where Eros was hidden.

[FatPanda]

Rae grunted at the other angel. "Move aside, I have no business with you." He didn't want to deal with someone labelled as a lunatic. He pulled the little demon back into his arms and veered around the obstacle. He heard shouting behind him. It was something about being sure of just leaving, a sort of threat to being exposed. The general's heart beat faster but he tried to calm himself. Daryl was far from a threat, there was hardly anyone who believed a word he said anymore after the incident where he was demoted. Rae simply ignored him although there was a small flame of fear growing in his heart.

 

One the other hand, he couldn't ignore what he'd just heard. Rae thought about it, he'd heard the name Anastasia before. There was no mistaking that she was the missing Princess but why did Eros know that name? It was a question he would have to look into; if Anastasia really was his mother, there was likely to be more hidden secrets than just that one. He considered asking the little demon but there was also the problem of it all being a ploy to trick the angels into thinking the demons had their princess and would make a trade for a hostage they held. He would have to find some other door to the secrets.

 

He stretched out his wings and notified the child, "We're taking off, hold on tight if you don't want to fall." With two big flaps, they took off into the sky. He steered his way up to a cloud in the sky where a field of blue flowers sat. His former wife had liked to grow the ridiculous aerial plants. Spot in the middle of the fluff for a cloud and the ring of blue flora was a cozy little house. The angel landed in front of the door and set the child down. Rae stalked into his home and called out, "Don't fall off the cloud, we're up pretty high."

[Raven's Abyss]

Eros giggled at being moved around between the two, leaning over Rae's shoulder to smile and wave at Daryl. "Bye bye now angel!" And snuggled back into the General Angel's chest, sideways so he could see Rae and where they were going.

 

"We're taking off, hold on tight if you don't want to fall."

 

"Wha- ahh!" The lad gave the cutest squeal, nuzzling his soft face into the angel's angel, fluffy, sweet smelling red hair tickling Rae's chin. A quiet whine after quiet whine, tiny hands clutched the bigger male's shirt.

 

"Don't fall off the cloud, we're up pretty high."

 

The lad finally opened his pretty eyes, looking around and touched the moist cloud. However, once he heard the angel, Eros whimpered and crawled right after him, sitting on the floor a few feet from the door.

[FatPanda]

Inside Rae's house was a solemn foyer furnished by only a sole table holding a large vase off to the left side. It was not an elaborate decoration but served to make the home appear occupied. The kitchen was at the rear end of the house and the dining room to its right. The family room that was largely unoccupied and showed almost no signs of being used was on the right side of the foyer as was a small bathroom. The angel moved toward the living room on the left side of the house. He slumped into a couch and rubbed his shoulders. The day had been a long one; it was always long with the war going on. Rest from the couch lifted the tension a little.

 

Rae called out to the demon sitting by the door, "Come in here, it's warmer and more comfortable. Don't be so uptight, this will be your home for a while." He didn't plan to keep the child in his home forever but for now, that was what had to be done. There were no other options he wanted to consider at the moment, just to care for the child a bit. He would've liked to stay seated but he remembered he had to find clothing for the child to wear. With a sigh, he remembered where he'd packed away all those children's clothes. Heaving himself up, the angel marched up the stairs, leaving the demon to do what he pleased for now.

 

Upstairs in a storage closet, he fumbled around for a box sealed off. It was yellowing from the years of neglect when he'd picked it out. Ignoring that one difference, it looked the same as when he'd first hidden it from himself. With a deep breath, he opened the box to find all sorts of colourful clothing suitable for an angel's child. Feeling the sentiments rush to his eyes, he held a shirt to his chest and closed his eyes. He stayed that way for a while, thinking about his son yet simultaneously trying to prevent himself from doing it. After some time, he put the shirt back into the box and carried it all down. He would let the little demon pick which clothes he wanted to wear.

[Raven's Abyss]

Eros looked around, sitting by the door, eyes stopping at an object every so often to take it in better, or if it was shiny. he played with the carpet, running his hands through it with a funny face, most likely never seen let along touch the thick carpet in his life.

 

"Come in here, it's warmer and more comfortable. Don't be so uptight, this will be your home for a while."

 

He looked up with a small noise, forgetting the carpet to crawl over to the angel that called for him. Standing, Eros got himself up on the couch and touched it softly, inspecting the new room with his glittering blue orbs. Barely noticing Rae had stood himself up and walked away and out of sight.

 

To pass the time, the demon child touched and fiddled with the red pendant round his neck, his fathers trench coat tight around his naked body. It made him think of his mother, how much he missed her treats, love, kisses and hugs. Her voice when he'd cry an the lullaby's she'd sing. How dad would be right there when Eros was laid down for bed, cuddling him until he fell asleep. The child missed both of them.... and started a soft sob, tears rolling down his cheeks as his bottom lip trembled.

[FatPanda]

Rae returned to the living room, box of clothes in hand. He paused in the doorway, thinking intensely about whether he was ready to see these clothes on anyone again. He thought about his son running around in all the colourful clothes he held in the box. His anger spurred again, taking his calm away. But then he thought again with more carefully thought out reasoning; he was a general, an angel with a lot of authority, a stern being, there was nothing he was afraid of especially not a box of clothes. He bore his teeth for a moment and relaxed; he was ready whether or not he believed it. It'd been years since he lost his son; it was time to let go. He walked toward the bubble gum coloured demon sitting on his couch. He placed the box on the coffee table in front of the couch and sighed.

 

He looked at the child now, finally realizing he'd been crying. Inside his head, his mind went wild. What have I done to the poor child?! I should have known better than to take him up here, far away from his home. He face palmed himself internally. Think Rae, you used to raise a child, what can you do for this kid to make him feel better? He sat on the couch next to Eros and put his hesitating arm around the boy. His large hand gripped the quivering shoulder and pulled the small body towards his own into a light embrace. He murmured in a quiet low rumble, "There... there... it's alright now..." He felt awkward comforting another being. He wasn't used to the act, always the one inflicting pain on others.

 

He remembered the times he killed all those demons. There were so many of them; he hated them all. He'd done it all in fury, mourning over his dead son but had never actually felt the emotions boil up. Every demon he'd slain only made him feel worse, more angry grew within him. But to feel the crying demon in his arm, he felt like crying himself. The emotion rose to his eyes; he could really feel himself mourning for the dead child now. But before the tears dropped, he stopped himself. It wasn't his turn to cry at the moment, he was supposed to comfort the little demon beside him. He asked with a slight sniff, "How about you try on some of these clothes? You might like a few of them. If not, we'll find you something else to wear."

[Raven's Abyss]

Eros gasped, feeling a much bigger, warmer arm lightly wrap around and pull him closer to the body owner. He could feel the angel's breath as he whispered light words that just made everything come out.

 

"There... there... it's alright now..."

 

The demon child sniffled and turned, crawling on Rae's lap and bawling in his chest. "Mommy! I want my mommy!" He cried over and over, snot running down from his cute little button nose, though none wiped off on the angel's clothes. Tiny hands clutched the General's shirt tightly, fisting the as his whole body shook from his cries and pleas for the being that had given him life, gave birth to him.

 

It took Eros a bit, but he finally quieted down some and rubbing the wetness from his eyes, feeling droplets on his forehead. Looking up, the demon's orbs glanced. "Are you c-crying?" He whispered, voice thick and shaky.

 

"How about you try on some of these clothes? You might like a few of them. If not, we'll find you something else to wear."

 

He nodded but asked, looking up at the angel with redened blue eyes. "Does it hrt seeing teh clothes?"

[FatPanda]

Shock hit Rae as he registered what the demon said. He was hurting? His former stone heart clenched at the heartfelt words. He hadn't realized he was hurting. He thought he was simply anger-filled, mournful, upset at himself, anything but hurting. This child is worrying about me; this small child who barely lived a few years of life understands that I am hurting better than I know it myself. He breathed in heavily. Life seemed so difficult at times but the matter really was simple; he just needed some help understanding the pain. He patted Eros on the shoulder. I, the general of the Angel's army, am worrying a child. What am I doing? With the other arm, he wiped his big hand over his face and replied, "No, no it doesn't, not any more. These are yours now. Pick what you like." It would take some time but he would finally let it go.

 

He picked up a bright yellow shirt striped with thin lines of red. "How do you like this one? Try it on if you like." Rae handed it to the little demon and picked the child up off his lap to the floor. Picking up a pair of black pants, he added, "Try these one too. The washroom is across the foyer." He nudged the little one toward the foyer, hoping the child liked the outfit he picked out. He was never one to be fashionable; he, himself, wore plain clothing coloured only in the shades.

 

He rummaged through the rest of the box to find something else that he thought Eros might like. There were an abundance of colours. He'd always hesitated to throw the clothes out, not being able to bring himself to part with the belongings of his son, but now they were being put to good use. He mused a little as he found a bright pink shirt; it was the same colour as Eros's hair. Perhaps he'd like this. The angel grunted, What am I, a general, doing picking out clothes for a child as I am now? He sighed and leaned back into the couch. His sternness was slowly being broken down.

[Raven's Abyss]

"No, no it doesn't, not any more. These are yours now. Pick what you like."

 

Those blue, glittering, still slightly teary, orbs stared at the Angel General, not much meaning or emotion inside, well, except constant curiosity. Eros watched as Rae rummaged through the clothes and pulled out a funky looking shirt he showed him, shaking his head with a funny, reluctant look.

 

"How do you like this one? Try it on if you like."

 

He continued to shook his head, hair dancing around the tiny, cute demon's baby face as the angel nudged him a few feet but his heels dug in the carpet. Eros turned and waited, watching as Rae went through clothes and perked up once his sky eyes laid on that pink shirt and he took it right away, putting the yellow one with red stripes back and he ran away with teh trench coat weighing him down slightly to teh washroom. Clearly liking that shirt like the angel had predicted.

[FatPanda]

Rae chuckled as the little demon chose the other shirt instead. He hadn't thought Eros would reject the yellow so hastily or so strongly but it was reassuring to know the boy wasn't scared to make his own decisions; he'd also known exactly what he wanted. Rae thought for a second that he could raise the young demon and shape him into a fine commander. Scowling at the thought as the child ran off with the pink garment, the angel stood up. He could take some time to look through the box some more but he settled on going to cook. He'd had enough of reminiscing over his lost child for the day. He went to the kitchen to make something for them to eat.

 

He hadn't noticed his hunger since his emotions seemed to have kept his thoughts occupied. Feeling the need for something in his stomach, he made food for the two of them while Eros did whatever he wanted. He wondered whether the demon would explore the house like any other child or would he browse through more clothing, picking out something else nice. Perhaps, he'd just wait around for food. Whichever the case, Rae let the boy have his freedom. He was sure there wouldn't be much more when he sent him off but he wasn't sure where exactly he would send the demon. There was nowhere amongst the angels that wouldn't harm the demon, though he was only a child. They were all too afraid it might one day become dangerous.

 

Rae took the food to the dining table as he wondered if it would be really be alright to keep the child in his home. He had nothing to hide but if need be, they were out of sight. Setting the plates on the table he called out to Eros, "Wash your hands; food is on the table." He went back to the kitchen to pick up utensils. He set the table, one seat across from the other and sat down in one chair as he waited for the child to settle in the opposite seat.

[Raven's Abyss]

The tiny little demon baby walked into the washroom, seeing a full body mirror on the wall beside the door. He tilted his head and came closer, looking at himself in the huge mirror that glistened and reflected the world. Eros didn't know why, but he felt a sharp... pain in his chest, his line of vision everywhere blurred, starting at the rim and spread everywhere in his brilliant eyes.

 

He sniffled and rubbed his eyes, touching the mirror and gasped as a bright light flashed quickly, vanishing just as quick as it appeared. After that, Eros got dressed quickly, forgetting about the light and ran out, giggling as he placed his daddy's leather-trench-coat on the couch, going to the table when the General called out for him.

 

Eros was adorable in the pink shirt, it was a tad bit big, the neck/sleeve kept slipping off and showing his shoulder. The sleeves reached past his finger tips only a few centimeters. The boy fit the pants though! And they suited him. The demon child looked like a yummy snack for a pedo-bear. If any man, angel or demon, saw this? No way, that man would fall to his knees from the most adorable sight in his bloody, war filled life.

 

The boy, looking up at the chair, huffed with determination and climbed to sit upon the wooden thing. Slipping a few times, he successfully made it to the top of the chair, sitting on his legs so he could reach teh table. Eros looked up and giggled, waving at Rae.

 

"Hi..." He whispered, soon to giggle again and cover his mouth with the sleeves. Those big, round, blue orbs glittered with happiness and childish curiosity. "Ra-Ra... does it still hurt?" The boy asked; that name. Ra-Ra... Eros nicknamed the big and bad, almighty Angel General of War. And it was a cute pet name.

[FatPanda]

Rae waited patiently for the little demon to climb his way onto the chair. He should've considered the other's height when telling him to sit in the seat but it seemed that Eros was determined not to need a booster. Rae respected that so let him take his time assuming his position. When the pink figure came into vision, he noted that the pink really did suit Eros better than the yellow would have. He told himself to remember to let the boy pick out his own clothing from now on; he wouldn't be shoving anymore clothing at the little one. He thought this naturally, as if he'd already established he would be keeping the demon in his house, raising him. It was a subconscious assumption that had found its way into his mind and planted itself there.

 

He stared at the cuteness that was waving at him. It didn't suit him to wave back nor did the nickname but he would have to pick one or the other if he wanted to get out of this situation nicely. Somewhere in his parenting learning, he'd discovered you sometimes have to indulge a child in their plays; if you didn't, they felt neglected. He left the name - though it would've been easier to wave - because he could ignore the one but couldn't bring himself to do the other. "No, it won't hurt if you help me finish all that food on your plate." He motioned at the food, trying to emphasize his point. He was a general and gave commands all the time but he was always bad at telling children what they had to do. Somehow, he managed to make them cry.

 

Rae ate his food while occasionally glancing at Eros to make sure he was eating the food and not playing with it instead. He was strict when it came to eating habits; table manners were the basics of etiquette next to greetings and if he planned to raise Eros, he could raise him to be a well mannered demon unlike some of the stereotypes the angels had against them. It didn't matter if the boy was a demon or an angel; if he lived under Rae's roof, he would grow up to think rationally and act civilized.

[Raven's Abyss]

"No, it won't hurt if you help me finish all that food on your plate."

 

Eros squeaked and looked at the food with that curious look on his cute face. The tiny creature poked whatever the General made, fluttering his eyes. However, despite his first curiosity, the younger, much smaller thing began to eat it; standing on his knees because if Eros even sat on his legs he wouldn't reach the tall table. During his meal, Eros got a bit... messy, to say it lightly. His hands, the area around his plate on the table, his cheeks and chin. However, NOT a SINGLE piece of food touched his clothes. COmplicated kid. The demon didn't try to make a mess, he was just having troubles eating it with a fork/spoon, so descided to use his hands instead. It wasn't as bad as it could have been. Usually most kids get it EVERYWHERE; them, table, floor, clothes... everything.

 

The boy flinched, looking at himself and slwoly peered teh corner of his eyes at Rae. Looking a bit scared and ashamed of himself. He knew he made a mess but got angery at his dinner and didn't even notice teh mess he made until just now.

 

Eros' voice was just a tiny whisper of a breeze, "S-sorry Ra-Ra...." He even blushed as bright as his cotton candy pink hair, hiding behind the curtain of it. The demon looked truly sorry and seemed even scared, no terrified to see the look on the Angel's face; fear to be scolded. Eros' tiny heart began to pound in his frail, fragile chest, showing him how scared he was.