Kokabiel was a fallen angel, though any who looked upon his wings could ascertain that. It was something he was proud of; he went against his father, for his freedom. Freedom from the rules that chained him down. Freedom from having to do a job he cared nothing for. Freedom to pursue all he desired: women, bloodshed, and even more bloodshed.
Though being a father was something he never wanted nor planned for.
He had spent the day killing for Azazel and reveling in the murder when he took her to his bed. A simple use of his magic and she was his to toy with. Though he hadn't expected this child out of his indiscretions. A child born from him and a human woman. If she hadn't died during childbirth he would have gutted her.
'What to do with the child in my arms, though?' The boy had a sacred gear. He didn't have Azazel's knowledge or skill on sacred gears, but he could tell that much. "That was perhaps the most useful thing the woman who birthed you ever did," he mused to his son.
"I wonder though, what will be your future? Will you be useful to me, to the Grigori? Will you honor me? Or will you be like me and rebel against your father?" The new father spoke.
The infant oblivious to the world around him slept.
Putting the child back in the crib Kokabiel looked at the nurse he hypnotized "Take care of him and all of his needs when I return for him give him to me with no arguments." With the matter of his son's care put to rest, he made his way outside.
'Hospitals have always annoyed me with that obnoxious smell' Opening the door he stepped onto the roof. Unfurling his wings and bringing them to the material world he let his power manifest. He closed his eyes reaching into the pool of power he possessed; he moved across space.
Upon opening his eyes he found himself outside the gate to his castle. The granite walls loomed over him, he could feel the enchantments placed to protect his soldiers and himself. The castle filled his peripheral vision. Opening the gates he walked a steady pace towards the castle. The wind howling and the rustling of the trees and the grass consumed his sense of hearing. As the castle grew closer he could hear the sounds of his soldiers practicing. Grunts and the sounds of weaponry and magic taking effect overtook the sounds of nature.
Walking into the courtyard he watched his men stop to bow to him 'good, as it should be'
"I have returned, as my loyal soldiers you should celebrate this joyous occasion with me." At their confused looks he explained "I have just become a father, though the mother to my new son was a human, her weak blood provided him with a sacred gear to make up for it. I expect him to grow strong and serve me and the Grigori in time."
At his proclamation, his men clapped and let out cheers. His second in command an angel boasting 4 wings in total came up to him "Sir where is the young master?"
A look of displeasure came to Kokabiel's face as he spoke: "He is at a human hospital, he shall remain there until I have procured the proper help in raising him from the Grigori." At this his subordinate nodded "I see sir, always thinking pragmatically, suppose that's why you lead us."
Kokabiel smiled at his soldiers before speaking "I am retiring for the day to my study, do not disturb me." At his command, they saluted before continuing their practice.
Walking into his study Kokabiel paused to savor the smell of the room and reminisce. It smelled of old parchment and incense. A smell that reminded him of better days, when he didn't have the burden of leadership, when he was free to kill and rape as he pleased. At the thought of his burdens, he was reminded of his son. He was a father now.
The boy was an investment, being of his blood and though he was tainted with human blood the sacred gear could potentially make up for it. It was in many ways a gamble. Worries over whether the boy and his future usefulness or lack of almost consumed him. He let the cool waters of logic and reason once more flow into his mind and calm the raging thoughts. 'It is pointless to speculate, the boy will either be of use or a failure'
As he started to write his reports he realized something. He allowed himself a feeling of superiority to come over him. He, Kokabiel, had a child of his own flesh and blood while Azazel did not. Azazel might be the strongest of them, but Kokabiel had something Azazel never could, a child of his own blood. Even that fool Baraqiel was boasting of having a child soon.
The next day
Kokabiel walked into the headquarters of the Grigori. Pride overcoming him for a second as he looked out at his people, his race. He saw Azazel and strode up to him and sat down next to him, in the chair reserved just for him.
"Hello brother, I need some favors," Kokabiel spoke. The leader of the Grigori looked up from his books with an inquisitive look "Oh, what would the great Kokabiel need?" he replied with a teasing tone.
Kokabiel carefully placed the look of pride on his face before he spoke "I've just had a son. Though the woman was a human the boy's sacred gear makes great amends." The look of shock on Azazel's face was enough to satisfy Kokabiel. "Congratulations brother, but what do you need from me?" The Governor spoke. Kokabiel let the look displeasure come to his face 'I truly hate relying on others'
Speaking with a decidedly neutral tone "I require personnel with knowledge on taking care of children. Nursemaids, physicians, and the like."
Azazel had a knowing look on his face as he responded "you don't know how to care for a child do you? No worries you shall have what you need, a prince of the Grigori can't be made to do without now can he?"
Kokabiel didn't have to fake anything as the smile came to his face "thank you, brother." As he got up to leave Azazel spoke "wait! Don't leave just yet, we have to tell the others the good news, Baraqiel and Shemhazai will be outstandingly happy."
So the two angels spent the day with talking with the other leaders of the Grigori about the child of Kokabiel.
Next year
Kokabiel looked out at his son walked for the first time 'I wonder if he'll be the kind of warrior who avoids and evades or decides to absorb damage' he stopped himself from continuing that train of thought due to the sheer stupidity of it.
He looked to his son's caretaker "how long until the boy is ready to be trained in combat?"
The caretaker, an elderly woman who despite her elderly look was surely orders of magnitude older due to the virtue of being an angel, her fallen nature notwithstanding.
She spoke with a patience that was telling "My lord the young prince can start physical training at the age of 6 no younger or he will not develop properly."
Kokabiel was displeased and his face showed it. "So the boy is of no use to me until then, very well. Raise the boy and guard him well, Baraqiel and his foolish actions that led to the loss of his child should be a lesson to you. If the boy dies or is stolen from me.." He let enough of his power shine through to place emphasis on his words. Power that was enough to make his son cry.
Kokabiel looked at his child 'crying out at a measly scrap of power, he had best learn to withstand it, else he is worthless to me.' He turned and walked out at that, he had better things to do than listening to a baby cry.
7 years later
The boy looked out, his dark brown eyes focused singularly on his hands. 'Not enough this is still too weak, father's blades can shatter mine with one blow, I have to make it better'
"Stop." The word rang out in the room breaking the child out of his concentration. He looked up at his instructor in angelic magic. "Why? I almost had it master!"
The older angel sighed, stroking his hand through his salt-and-pepper beard the man spoke "child, it is strong enough, only your father here is capable of testing your light, you have outstripped the others."
At this, the boy looked surprised "But, but father, I showed to him my light, and he laughed. He said it was pathetic and weak."
The elder looked down at the boy with pity. With a sigh, he spoke "Child, to your father it was surely weak, but realize your father is no normal angel fallen or otherwise. He has strength, enough to make him one of the strongest. To him it is weak. To us, those not blessed with his power, it is strong."
The child had a look of understanding. "But how, how can I gain more strength, how can I make dad be proud of me?"
The elder looked up.
'Truly, while lord Kokabiel is blessed with power, he is surely not one meant to raise a child'
"You have already mastered all you can for your age. Dark light projection is something that you have grasped, the usage of magic you understand, spell circles you know, Flight you have made second nature, anything else you might have is hmmm…..no it is not in your grasp."
The young boy ran forward to the elder. "Tell me, I command you!" He intoned with a voice he thought was just like his father. Though the elderly teacher didn't do as he ordered immediately like everyone else did when his father spoke. His teacher just stared at him.
He sighed, he let his excitement overcome his manners 'Minne is sure to be sad when she learns of my mistake.' "Forgive me, I meant to say please. Please tell me what I can learn."
At this the elder smiled 'Good, the boy is on his way to surpassing his father, in that regard at least.'
"As you wish, young prince. There is only one thing I can think of, your sacred gear."
Said wielder of sacred gear looked confused "Wait I have a sacred gear? What is it! Will it make me super powerful, able to defeat all the devils and angels!?"
At his student's childish ramblings the old man laughed "Ah child, no. I know not what gear you possess. You must awaken it, only then will it be known."
Frowning the student asked "well how do I awaken it? Please tell me, I wanna make dad proud."
The old teacher smiled and replied "There is no real way of awakening it. It will do so when it wants, to force it would be folly." The old man watched as the boy frowned again. "With that, this ends today's lesson, though I would hurry if I was you, you know your father hates to be made waiting."
He laughed as the boy ran out.