Damien never wanted a child.
He never wanted his baby to be walking around on this earth, causing chaos everywhere he went. It wasn't for the reason most men didn't want babies - Damien was different than most men. He had the patience of a saint, and he had enough money to buy New York if he wanted to. It was for a much different reason.
He stubbed out his cigarette, exhaling a wisp of smoke. The room smelled like a combination of alcohol, cigarettes, and cologne. It was Mommy and Daddy's room.
'Damien,' said Pip, 'you know I don't like cigarettes. You could give our child a case of second hand smoke, and we don't want that.'
The demon looked at his boyfriend calmly and replied, 'Now sweetheart, Leonidas is outside and these cigarettes aren't going to harm him. He's part demon, and demon bodies are much stronger than human bodies. And besides, he's outside. I'm watching him play.'
Letting out a sigh, the Brit went back to what he was doing, rummaging through a stack of papers on the bed. Damien continues to peer out the window, gazing at his son.
The ground was consumed in flame, but little Leonidas wasn't hurt at all. His short little infant legs functioned properly as he ran and caught the beach ball, throwing it to all of the other demon children. He was smiling and laughing playfully; Damien could see this from even a few floors up. They lived in the nicer part of Hell, where Satan and his original demons lived. Hell isn't the proper place to raise a child - well, fuck that. Little Leonidas was turning out just fine.
He looked so much different than all the other demon children. Instead of being red-skinned with little horns, little Leonidas was pale with black curls cut short so that they would be only two inches long. When he hit puberty, Leonidas would bitch and whine of the pain of having horns sprout from his head, Damien was well aware of. But Leo was only four and that was a few years ahead of him, so there was no use in arguing about that.
Damien was so full of thought when it came to his son's very name.
He never wanted a child, but Pip did. And when this new 'male pregnancy' technology came out...well, it was settled. Pip wanted this baby more than he wanted anything else in the whole world. So Damien gave in, eventually. It took a good ten years, but he gave in.
And unexpectedly, though he never said, he loved the child more than he loved anything else in the whole world, and he wanted nothing more but to shower his Leo with love and care...
The baby reminded him of his Pip. He had Pip's eyes, Pip's skin, Pip's tallness, Pip's build, Pip's slender fingers, Pip's organization skills, Pip's writing talent, Pip's good innermost will...But he paused at this list of comparisons when he saw his son smile stupidly during dinner time, or send spitballs plummeting through the air, or scare the shite out of the other children with his 'talents' during play time...But he has my personality.
Damien thought of how when he was younger, he was tired of not knowing, not understanding, and how this trait had also been passed down to Leonidas. He wondered when exactly the child would ask his parents of their stories, how they met and how this had all come together, a mortal and a half-mortal living together in the depths of hell with their three-quarter mortal son. He would want to know why he never got to see his mother's parents, and he would be asking about where they were. Damien could never bring himself to lie to Leonidas about such things, but he knew that evidently his son was too young to comprehend everything that had to happen in order for it to be that way. He knew that one day when Leonidas was to ask, he would just sigh and say, 'Son, you're not old enough.'
Damien walked away from the window with a last glimpse at his son pushing another demon down to the ground and then the other demon jumping up automatically, aiming a fireball. The sound of laughter drowned his ears, and he smiled.
But Damien hadn't thought of everything.
He never thought that maybe his son would find out about the story of his parents in a way different than expectations said, and he never thought that one day Leonidas would lead a different path than expected, writing a story of his own.
But he did know one thing, and as he sat back down on the bed to have a discussion with his husband, he whispered this thing in his head.
'I love you...Leonidas.'
So there you have it. I got tired of writing 'Pervert', and I figured instead I'd do this, a much more complex story. I just wanted you to note that Pip and Damien's 'story' is the same as the one I was going to write in 'Pervert', but I am going to make this story (or try to make it, anyway) a little bit better. Thank you, and I hope you enjoyed.