NOTES

In case some people don't know, before the 1991 Omen television movie, Omen Four: The Awakening, Gordon McGill wrote two books that were direct sequels to The Final Conflict. The first, The Omen Four: Armageddon 2000 was followed by The Omen Five: The Abomination. Though this story deals only with part four, or the first book.

The original plot of the books follows Damien's son as he attempts to destroy the world. Paul runs Thorn and is manipulating the current U.S. Ambassador in order to create a war between the East and the West. He has made the Ambassador's wife a disciple.

I'm not a fan of the books, though they have served as a form of inspiration as to how I didn't want my stories to be...

Also, I apologize if by making this story "M," that everyone thought that it was going to be filled with sex and violence;) This site does a poor job of defining what each rating means, but full on descriptions of sex and violence are MA and are no longer allowed on this site. Hence why this story also exists on Archive of Our Own.

Chapter One—Twenty Questions

"Is it bigger than a bread box?" Alexander crossed his fingers.

"What? Are you serious? Yes." Delia was sitting on the bed with her back against the headboard.

"Then it must be me."

"It's not you, trust me, I know." Alexander was sitting at the foot of the bed and she picked up a pillow and threw it at him.

"Now that's just deflating to my fragile male ego, Deedle. Your supposed to tell me how I get you all hot and bothered."

She snorted. "Yeah, you're bothering me alright."

"If you don't stop mocking me, I'm taking my ball and going home."

"You are home and I don't think you're going anywhere." She smirked at him. "Besides, you can't leave, there's a game going on. You have two more questions and I can't believe you wasted your third one really asking if a person was bigger than a bread box."

They were playing a game of twenty questions to get their clothes off and they had it made down to their underclothes.

"What if it were a baby, Delia. A baby is smaller than a bread box...maybe?"

"Nice try. You get two more questions. One correct guess..." she held up her index finger to emphasize the simplicity of Alexander's task, "...and I am naked and you can have your way with me. Fail, and you're on your own. You do want me, don't you, Alexander?" She pouted. "I don't think you're trying very hard."

Alexander smiled. "Two more guesses?"

"Yes and the one about it being you doesn't count. I'm generous like that."

"Can I ask a question that's not a guess?"

"Okay."

"There's a real person at the end of it, right?"

"Yes. You know, the more time you take to guess, the less time for us to have screaming sex."

"Shh, I'm thinking." He had closed his eyes and lay down, his arms crossed behind his head.

"Sorry, you need all the help that you can get so..." Delia left him alone and it was five minutes of silence until Alexander sat up, a huge grin on his face.

"I've got it!"

"Okay, who is it?"

"It's you!"

Delia burst into laughter. "I'll take that as an acceptable response. Yay, Xander!"

"Yay me, indeed."

He began making his way to her on all fours and she reached out her right leg, putting it on his shoulder, stopping him.

"There really was someone. Would you still have wanted to have sex if I had pretended?"

Alexander laughed. "Yes, but you would have been a very naughty girl."

"I don't think that's what I would have been."

"No? What do you think that you would have been?"

"I would have been a bitch; aren't I your bitch?"

"Since I'm your dog, I certainly hope so." He kissed her foot. "You know, when animals have sex for breeding reasons there is a word that means that. It begins with a 'c'..."

"That means what?" She batted her eyes at him.

"When animals engage in sexual activity to make other little animals. Do you know that word is?"

Delia giggled. "Yes, I do."

"Good. That's important to keep in mind for later."

"I know two someones who did that to make their little animals."

"Oh? And who would that be?"

"Satan...and Damien."

"Very good, but no going off on a mental tangent and thinking about what father did to her to get us here. This is my show and I'll run it the way that I want."

"For now. I have a naughty idea, Xander."

"I adore it when my sister has naughty ideas."

"Well, what if we had another sister."

"Oh dear God, we'd never leave the house." She had moved her foot from his shoulder and he kept coming towards her. "What if on top of the sex, she had certain...interests that needed to be met by us."

He got to her and straddled her.

"Certain interests like being told what a bad girl she is and having to be spanked?"

"My incredibly naughty sister read my mind."

She pulled him on top of her and leaned over and nibbled his earlobe. "I even have the perfect name."

"And what would that be?"

"Justine."

"It's going to be a long night, Deedle. We may just have to stay up past our bedtime."

She rolled over so that she was on top and leaned down and kissed him.

Alexander's hands moved from her waist, up her back and into her dark locks until his fingers knowingly found his sister's mark beneath her short hair making Delia groan. He pulled his mouth away from hers and smiled. "A very long night, indeed."

...666...

Damien walked into the house and closed and locked the door behind him. "Hello?"

Moments later, Delia's head came out of the study. "No hello."

"No?"

She walked over to her father. "No. You're supposed to be home three hours from now. We were going to have dinner ready, or least on the go, and a drink ready for you...bad Damien." She slapped him on the arm and then threw her arms around him.

"I thought I'd stave off the inevitable pushing, shoving and attempting to lock brothers inside the house to get to me first crap that usually accompanies my return home." He hugged her back.

Damien's dog made his way over to his master and gave Damien a much more reserved welcome than either Delia or Alexander usually received from their dogs.

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm glad your home! Kon'nichiwa, Damien-sama, how was the Land of the Rising Sun?"

"Ohayo, Delia-san very good, thank-you."

"Did you do anything else apart from business?"

"Not much...where's Alexander?"

"Oh, sure, where's the boy, nice. Alexander, Damien's home!"

However, Alexander had already known of Damien's arrival and soon he sauntered down the stairs, but came over to his sister, ignoring their father.

"I'm sorry, Delia, you must be mistaken, because father is not supposed to be home for three more hours so we can begin cooking dinner and get a drink ready for him when he walks in the door like the dutiful children that we are."

"Hello to you, too."

Father and son embraced. "Are those going upstairs?" Alexander pointed to Damien's luggage.

"Yes, but don't open anything."

Alexander grabbed Damien's bags and began taking it up to his father's room, which would take more than one trip.

Delia slipped her arm inside her father's and lead him to the family room. Damien sat on the couch and she went to the bar and poured a whiskey for her father. She handed the drink to him and then sat beside him on the sofa. "So, spill, what did you do?"

Damien lifted up the glass to Delia. "Thank-you." He took a drink. "Nothing to tell, really. I didn't do anything exciting, mostly business stuff."

"Anything culturally fun?"

"Visited Mount Fuji, went to a production of Yoshitsune Senbon Zakura."

"Kabuki, father, I'm jealous. It wasn't the full production, was it?" Their father had taken them many places, but the Thorn's as a family hadn't yet made it to Japan.

"No, but it was very good. Someone walked on my back."

Delia laughed. "Damien went native. Did it do anything?"

"Not that I could feel, but then, I didn't have a bad back."

They chatted until Alexander came downstairs and took a seat on the other side of of Damien. "So, what did I miss?"

"Father paid a woman for sex."

"Okay, now I know you're making that up. What woman would have to be paid to have sex with Damien Thorn when there are women that would pay him for that privilege?"

"There was no sex and no paying. I said that someone had walked on my back."

Alexander looked at his sister. "Oh, now I get it."

"Get what?" Damien took a drink and looked at his son.

"You went to Japan for weird sex, we understand. But I think that you are ignoring the larger more pressing issue at hand."

"Which would be?"

Delia and Alexander leaped on their father. "Presents!"

"And what makes you think that I would bring back anything for two such ill-behaved teenagers such as yourselves?" Damien handed his glass to Delia, grabbed Alexander and put him in a headlock.

"Please don't cut of the blood flow to his brain. He suffers enough from stupidity, don't exacerbate the problem."

"What's been happening here?" He freed Alexander from the headlock.

"Nothing, we stopped by work nearly everyday."

Damien looked from Alexander to Delia, locking eyes with his daughter. "I thought I told both of you not to do that."

"It wasn't always a full day and there's really nothing you can do about now." Delia smiled at him.

"Uh-huh. So, what are we doing for dinner?"

"Well, if your amenable to the idea, Delia and I want to stay here. I was going to BBQ...steaks, chicken, but if there's something else you want, or if you want to go out..."

Damien took his drink back from Delia and got up. "BBQ sounds excellent." He made his way out into the foyer and to the stairs. "I thought you two wanted presents?"

Delia and Alexander raced past Damien and up to his room and when he got there, both teens were lifting the bags, trying to guess what was inside.

"You know, both of your eighteenth birthdays are in five months. Don't you want to wait until then?"

"I want mine now." With a pout, Delia looked up at her father.

"Delayed gratification is a sign of maturity."

"Is that the line we're supposed to use on potential disciples, father? Follow Satan and become masters of delayed gratification?" Alexander poked the bag with his finger, which was entirely not helpful.

"What I tell them is what I tell them, and what I tell you two is what I tell you two and most times those things are different...smart ass."

Delia, who was now standing on her father's bed, jumped in the air and landed on her back. "I want presents!"

Damien opened the largest suitcase and pulled out a box and handed it to Delia. "That's for you." He also handed a box to Alexander.

Delia sat up and carefully opened the box and brought out what was inside. "It's a yukata! It's beautiful." She looked over at Alexander, who had removed his yukata from the box. Hers was turquoise and decorated with a large cherry blossom tree on the back, while Alexander's was plain navy blue.

"There are shoes in one of the other suitcases. When I get to them, you'll get them."

"Domo arigato, Damien-sama." Alexander bowed to his father.

"My pleasure." Damien also gave each of the children Noh masks representing demons.

"Subtle, father." Delia held hers up against her face.

"I thought you two might like those. Now there's one more present that I will save for your birthdays, but I saw these and I couldn't resist." Damien handed figurines to his children.

"Daddy, it's Godzilla!" Delia and Alexander turned their figurines on each other, each Godzilla trying to defeat the other. Damien held out the third one and the children laughed.

"I'll keep mine here on my desk in the study."

"What about Cecile?" Alexander conceded defeat to his sister's Godzilla.

"I had Cecile's kimono sent directly to her house so she didn't have to wait for it and I got her an ochoko set, which I will give to her tomorrow, and a bottle of sake."

"Can we help you with anything?"

"I had my laundry and dry cleaning done before I left so I'll just put all of my stuff away, but thank-you." Damien smiled at Alexander.

"Is our other present in here?" As her brother had done earlier, Delia poked a bag with her finger to see if she could figure out what was inside, but it was as unhelpful for her as it had been for Alexander.

"No."

"Or are you just saying that so we won't look?" She raised a suspicious eyebrow at her father.

"Take your pick. Okay, let me unpack please and I want to go up to the chapel, so I'll be downstairs when I'm downstairs."

...666...

Delia and Alexander were in the kitchen preparing dinner when Damien eventually came down and took a seat at the island that divided the kitchen area from the seating area. "Need help?"

"Don't be silly, father. Why don't you go watch television, or read? Did you want something to hold you over until dinner?"

She came over to him, and he put his arm around his daughter's waist. "A sandwich would be nice, but I'll stay here and spend some time with you two since I haven't seen you in over a week."

Alexander went to work putting together a sandwich for his father and added some carrot sticks and chips to the plate and handed it to Damien, followed by a bottle of beer.

"Thank-you...so anything else happen while I was away?"

"Just a whole lot of nothing." Delia stole a carrot from her father's plate and gave it a chomp.

"I don't know whether to feel threatened or reassured that my children did so well taking care of things while I was away." With a smile, he took a bite of his sandwich.

She punched her father's arm. "Considering that I will be running Thornone day, I hope you feel reassured. And just between us, there wasn't really anything that needed taking care of.

"We were kinda disappointed there wasn't an actual emergency so that we could have sprung into action like a well-oiled machine." Alexander rubbed some spices into the steaks.

"Well I'm glad that there was no crisis, not the least of which I wouldn't have wanted to be on the other side of the world while you were here. But I like that you have that kind of faith in your abilities...and I'm very reassured that my business will be going into very good hands, one day."

Delia beamed at the compliment and continued to help her brother with dinner.

...666...

Once dinner was ready, they ate in the kitchen where they pulled some more detail from their father about his trip. Besides the sake for Cecile, Damien had brought some home for himself and Delia and Alexander both enjoyed a small glass with their meal.

After the dinner, the left overs were put away and the dishes were done, the three of them went into the family room and watched a movie, after which Damien said he was tired and everyone went up to get ready for bed.

Once Delia and Alexander had gone through their bedtime routines, they both went back down stairs to their father's room. There, they found Damien in his pyjamas and sitting and reading in bed.

"We just came in to say good night and to say that we're glad that you're back home." Alexander sat on his father's bed. It would have been next to impossible for anything to have happened to Damien while he had been gone, but Alexander felt relief that his father had made it back safe and sound. "I guess we're still the weird kids who like spending time with their dad."

"I'm glad you're the weird kids who like spending time with their dad, otherwise he'd get lonely."

"Goodnight, I'll see you at breakfast."

"I'm looking forward to Cecile's cooking. Goodnight, most annoying child."

Alexander got up and stuck his finger in Delia's face. "Most annoying. Take that."

"Oh please, I could be way more annoying if I wanted to be." She knocked her brother's finger away from her face.

"I'd like to talk to my daughter, please."

Alexander bowed to his father and left. Damien moved his reports and Delia carefully jumped onto the bed beside her father, who put his arm around Delia's neck and gave a playful squeeze. "Does it bother you that I'm still physical with Alexander?"

"I understand. It's not the same as when we were little and you would wrestle with us on the floor. I'm a 'woman' now, it's different."

Damien smiled. "Thank-you for explaining it to me, but that's not what I asked. I asked you if it bothers you."

She shrugged. "A little."

"I don't treat you differently, do I?"

"No, it's just..." Delia shrugged again.

"Tell you what, for the rest of the summer, I am going to think of something that we can do together that's physical, that's not the old standby of horse back riding."

"You don't have to do that."

"Yes, I do, I'll think of something, okay?"

"Okay." She smiled at him.

Damien tightened the gripped around Delia's neck and her elbow came back, attempting to hit her father, but he moved out of the way. "There's the other reason I don't wrestle with you. I'm less likely to get a black-eye, broken ribs or a bruised kidney from Alexander than from you, but that's okay, I like that my daughter can take care of herself, in more ways than one." Damien kissed the top of Delia's head.

"Why do they call it horseback riding, anyway?" She sat up.

"Goodnight, Delia." Damien put a hand on her back and pushed her up and she stood.

"You can hardly ride the horse anywhere else."

"Go."

"It seems like a bit of redundancy, name wise."

"Good night, most, most annoying child."

Delia hugged her father. "Good night, I'm glad your home."

Damien hugged her back. "I am too."

"You know, I'd be far less annoying if I knew what my other present was." She had made her way to the door and now had her hand on the doorknob.

"Delia, if I have to throw this pillow, you'll get nothing."

"I think you mean if I have to throw this pillow, you won't get...okay, I'm going." She left her father's room and went down the hall, turned the corner and there, sitting on the stairs, was Alexander.

"An escort, how thoughtful." Delia walked up two stairs, turned and then leaned against the wall.

"Tired?"

"Maybe." Delia made a face.

"What?"

"I guess I never noticed that before." She jutted out her chin in the direction of the hall and Alexander turned around and Delia took off up the stairs, two at a time. It took only a moment until he ran up the stairs after her and he grabbed her and moved her out of the way just as she was about to step foot at the top of the landing.

"I win!"

"Sir, I would have beaten you to the top of the stairs, but I was momentarily overcome by a case of the vapours." Delia had responded to Alexander in a fake southern accent and was now fanning herself with an invisible fan.

"Well, now, Madame, I happen to be an expert on the vapours and I think you'll find that if we retire to my boudoir, I'll be able to better diagnose the problem and prescribe an agreeable solution." He had likewise responded with a southern accent and took Delia's hand and lead her to his bedroom.

...666...

Alexander watched as Delia put on a t-shirt and slipped on a pair of panties. She then sat on the side of the bed, staring out across the bedroom. He had been laying down, but now he got up and knelt behind her and kissed her shoulder. "Penny for your thoughts, Madame."

"That's pretty low ball for our family, Chevalier."

He laughed. "A million dollars for thoughts, then."

"More like nine months."

"Delia..."

"But I want you to. I want to." She turned and looked at him.

"Delia, you know that if it were up to me, you'd be pregnant right now."

He'd be Antichrist one day, and President of the United States, but it's not what he cared about, or what he truly wanted. All he wanted was to be Delia's husband and father to their children. How simple their existences would be if they could be jackals living in Africa somewhere, raising their pups and hunting for their meals. He smiled. He was plenty happy being two-legged jackals with her.

"Right now?"

"After what we just did, you bet."

She smiled. "And how would you have known that I could have a baby?"

"Because, I'd know, like you'd know; I'd feel it. It would be such a turn-on for you to be pregnant. He kissed her. "How many children this time, Deedle?" He whispered in her ear.

"I still like nine."

"Five girls and four boys?"

"Yes."

"And still the same names?"

"Yes."

"You'd have great big pregnant belly and be able to feed our children...you'd be so beautiful." He gently bit her shoulder.

"I want children. It's what I want more than anything. Do you understand that?"

"Nope. I'd be just the father. I don't dare to presume that I understand anything about your desire to have children."

"I'm happy for you, that you get to have a baby. I really am." And she let him know that she indeed held no rancour in her heart for the fact that he would get to be a dad one day...just not with her.

"Delia, this will be our baby, no matter who has it. It'll have our genetics. He or she will be like us."

"I know. I used to want to work at Thorn more than anything and don't get me wrong, I can't wait until I walk in there as a paid employee, but...I'd give it all up to be a mommy...and stay home and look after our children. No human hand would touch our babies. Why haven't I gotten a visit from my monthly friend?"

"I don't know."

"I am thankful for our life...for Damien...we very nearly didn't have a father."

"I know and I'm thankful too."

"I'm not sorry, Xander, for the baby talk." She looked him in the eyes.

"I'm not either." He kissed her. "But if it ever gets to be too much, you tell me and it stops."

"I will." She yawned.

"I hear that. Full bellies, sexually sated, temporarily anyways, and the poppa jackal home in his den with his pups...all is right with the world."

Delia laughed. "Our world, anyway."

"We've been having sex for only a week, but it somehow feels both longer and shorter."

She shrugged. "I don't think that's strange. We've known each other our whole lives, and we know each other so well, but sex is new, so it can seem like we've both been doing it for a long time and not so much a long time."

"And everything is still copacetic?"

"Have I given you reason to think that there was something wrong?" Delia raised an eyebrow.

"No and I'm not trying to weasel a compliment out of you, either. You have been more than forthcoming with the compliments, but I just wanted to make sure that everything was good. Given that Damien is home, everything is bound to be less frequent so I just thought that now would be a good time to check in...again."

"Everything is still very good. If there were something wrong, I would tell you."

"I hope so, but I don't just mean if there's something wrong, but I've done what you've wanted me to do? You haven't held anything back?"

"Xander, we've only just started having sex so yes there are things I've held back. We have a very long time to do what we want to do."

"And you'll tell me...what ever it is that you want?"

"Of course, we tell each other everything, why would this be any different?"

"Good, I want to make you happy. I don't think that much has changed since we were kids, only how I make you happy." He smiled at her.

"I know I've said it before, but I like the new game the pups get to play."

"As do I and we have been waiting to play it for a long time."

They got settled into bed and Alexander shut off the light and held her tightly against him.

"Xander, I have a request."

He rubbed his hands together. "I like those. Give it to me."

"I want to fall asleep just like this."

Alexander kissed Delia's temple and his hands went in her hair and found her mark, making her sigh contentedly. "Delicate Delia. However, I think I get away with that only in the afterglow of love making."

"You can say that to me whenever you want, just not out in public. I have a corporate image to cultivate."

Alexander laughed. "Deal."

She closed her eyes, relaxed and no longer fought her tiredness. "I love Nander, always and forever."

"I love Dee-lee-lee-ah, forever and always."

The two of them sought out each other's relaxed state and soon, wrapped in each other's arms, they fell asleep.