Oh my god somebody likes my story! \(u)/=3=3=3=3 Happiness overflows! A bit rushed, I know, but I just wanted to give you an idea as to how Amaimon came into Lilith and Mephisto's hands. Also, I will be editing the first chapter, just to tweak it a bit. I just read over it and realized how shitty it was :'(…
Several Months Prior
Caught up in the intensity of her job and loving the adrenaline rush that came with it, a baby was the last thing on Lilith's mind.
A forest setting was her current playground as she reloaded her automatic firearm, blessed be, with blessed magazines. She was to exorcise any and all demonic organisms that had been occupying an area dangerously close to a children's playground.
To say that she loved her job would be an understatement. She absolutely adored it.
The feeling of her weapon, her faithful, relentless gun, unloading mag after mag into the impure flesh of her demonic victims. How lovely it was to send such wretched beasts back to Hell; not knowing which breath would be her last, it was all so invigorating!
Her prey was approaching quickly. A horde of hobgoblins, thinking they could somehow, by luck, gain the upper hand.
Oh, how horribly wrong they were.
There was nothing that made her job more interesting than having to exorcise a cocky demon.
It seemed her gun had a mind of it's own as she mowed down the entire flock in three swipes of her automatic.
She moved cautiously through the thick forestry, a slowly dying cigarette between thick lips. It was hard for her to tell what was smoke and what was demon-dust. Her breath fell away from her face in large, visible puffs of condensation and sweet smelling smoke. Though she was enjoying herself, she stayed on high alert. There was no way she'd let her guard down now, knowing how unpredictable these demons were; even more so now since they were in their element.
She had no partner to watch her back, but that was how she liked it. No group to slow her down, or move ahead when she needed to breathe. She could move at her own pace and get the job done just as efficiently. *In case of emergencies though, there is of course a radio strapped to my shoulder.
As she made herself comfortable upon a fallen tree to recuperate, the sound of hisses and grunts reached her sensitive ears.
Nagas and… more hobgoblins?
Their behaviour was definitely a mystery to her. Earth demons weren't normally so aggressive.
She held her gun up defensively, not even trying to be inconspicuous about the fact that she was there to kill, but a piercing cry alerted her to a nest made in thick brush. Taking a step closer, the demons became restless and desperate, going after her like never before. It was clear that whatever was in their possession had to have been precious.
"They seem to be protecting something," she spoke into her communication device.
Well, what is it then?
She parted the brush carefully. She had no idea what to expect, it could have been anything. The sound of high pitched wailing assaulted her ears.
"A-a… a baby?"
*And from the looks of it, he was hurt, and naked, and utterly alone. I saw so much of myself in that little boy, I nearly wept with him.
His soft porcelain skin was marred with strawberry gashes and discoloured bruises and gritty black soot. And he was marked with odd tattoos. They may have been tribal, but my studies on diverse cultures of Assiah were lacking.
She stepped into the warmth of the brush, observing the tiny gift. There wasn't much to see. It was just him, a simple child. A simple, stark naked child; as if he was born from the earth itself. His shocking green curls covered his head and made waves in odd directions, much like over-tread grass.
She gave the child a pitiful but loving look.
Lilith, are you there? What did you find?
"Just send the *cutter. Mission complete."
The child had nothing. Who would leave their baby in such a horrible condition, not a rag on his back?
She kneeled beside the flimsy bed of leaves, arms outstretched, receiving the baby delicately, avoiding the possibility of irritating his wounds further.
The poor thing was shivering, his pale naked body bathed in injury.
She wrapped the mossy haired infant in the open flaps of her trench coat. Glancing around, the demon spawn seemed a little more at ease, and less willing to attack her. Still, she was on edge as she padded her way out of the forestry and after the disturbed landing area of the cutter.
