Ok
Let us try a Blue Exorcist fic, shall we?
This is an AU story much like most of my unpublished fan fictions which will be published with time and plot organization(lol).
So, this is MephistoxOC, my original character Lilith. Satan dumps his child at their doorstep. They are left to raise it with what little experience as parents they have coupled with the fact that they have their own child on the way.
In raising the little demon, they begin to question having their child, if they're ready, and especially their marriage.
Summary:
Lily and Sam are given the task of raising a baby… that isn't theirs. A demon child, born of Satan himself, baby Amaimon.
PLEASE review and tell me how I could improve and/or continue this story! Don't make me cry ,,;A;,,.
She coaxed the baby to her breast, enticing the orphan boy with the promise of milk, fresh, warm milk;
Whispering in the softest of voices, "I'm here… I'm here."
It took some time, and a little patience, but he latched onto her foreign skin tone, bringing forth the sweet sustenance that every infant's promised.
Blue eyes locked with soft tangerine, and they remained trapped in the swirling pools that were the eyes of his surrogate mother. His stare was constant as the woman rocked him soothingly, sucking at a steady pace. A tiny white hand pressed firmly on the giving bosom, occasionally clenching and relaxing on the caramel skin.
He didn't know what this woman was to him. All he knew was the wonderful taste of her rich milk, and the wholesome feeling of it sliding down his throat.
There was a sudden movement against his back, and he stopped when the woman gave him a gleeful expression.
"Do you feel baby boy?" she asked, nudging the boy, coaxing him into feeding again. "Do you feel him kicking?"
And she went on to continue another one of her one-sided conversations with him.
The sound of the front door opening, then slamming shut nearly startled the woman out of her pleasant and comfortable disposition.
For a moment, she wasn't as calm and down to earth as usual. For a moment, she panicked. For a moment, she was an abused child once again, and her father'd come home to beat her. (A/N: A glimpse into Lily's past. I'm thinking of doing a few more implications of that later in the story if I get that far.)
But only for an insignificant moment.
Now…
Once again…
She was mother, and father was home.
Demonic father, wretched beast of Hell,… father.
His boots clacked against the hardwood floorboards into the very next room. He carried with him a bag of goods; sweets and pastries that were unacceptable for a healthy meal by angelic mother's standards.
Yet she remained seated in the rocker before the fireplace, the frown on her face looking so out of place. To this face, the orphan boy stopped once again. He knew something was amiss, but exactly what his infant mind just couldn't figure.
The emotions… so heavy in the room as the two exchanged glances.
Father unbuttoned his uniform, exhaustion pouring off of him like a river. It was visible, even in this dimly lit room. His aura became almost tangible as he glanced at his angelic spouse breastfeeding that beast. He was angry. He wanted the baby dead, its very life could cost him his job.
"You're feeding him what belongs to Jordan," he reminded her, polishing his glasses nonchalantly.
"Baby boy has enough," she retorted.
He sighed through his nose, catching the observant infant's eye. "I swear, you're going to be the death of me."
She paid the irate demon lord no mind and hummed a pleasant lullaby that had the child dosing in less than a few moments.
Peace was in the house once again as the woman laid the sleeping child in his cradle. A smile graced her face in watching his little chest rise and fall. there was a sense of fulfillment that came with mothering, and she simply couldn't wait for her little Jordan to be born.
"What an angel," she said softly to herself.
"Quite the opposite," father chimed in from his levitating love seat. His voice alone forced acid through mother's veins, her fingers clench against the pricey wood of the cradle.
He sipped his tea, a flavour he kept all to himself, never once allowing mother the slightest of sips.
Smiling in a sickeningly sweet manner, she waddled off into another room, just as dimly lit as the rest. Her hand traveled to her belly subconsciously as she went about her evening routine at her own leisurely pace.
It was quite obvious that father found her company a nuisance nowadays. He didn't hesitate to make that fact known. But, goodness, did she know he needed her now more than ever.
Or maybe she needed him. The could barely coexist with each other, but without one another, they would be unable to make it in this world.
"Perhaps, Lil', we could drop this little package off at the hospital nursery, huh?"
At this she glared. He wouldn't stop until he'd won over her decisions, it was always this way. His authority over her was high, nearly unreachable and it was unfortunate that he knew it. He could very well seize the baby, though it wouldn't blow over well for his well being. His reputation with the higher ups would be in ruins should they find out about the child's existence in his home;
Which would mean putting his over all plan in jeopardy.
He couldn't win either way…
The baby was a mistake.