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Warning: Mpreg and OCs
Another four months passed since Sitri and Dantalion had come home. These months brought heavy tension and frustration upon the married couple, with Sitri having had to work incessantly to make up for lost time. He and Dantalion never had time to see one another, except the nights when Sitri would return to their bedroom some hours past midnight while Dantalion slept soundly. Every night like that, Sitri would release a burdened sigh and caress his spouse's stomach, swollen with their child.
At the end of the fourth month, Sitri was finally called to the court once again. He sat before Samael, who brought news of his investigation. "Even demons talk through torture," said the Chief. "It seems that those who seek to harm His Highness, Dantalion, pledged loyalty to Balberith. Still, your uncle is locked in his home absent food and water as His Majesty decreed."
"So, is someone from his household bringing his orders to the outside?"
"No, Your Highness. All demons I interrogated said they worked for no one and merely sought to get done what Balberith wanted. They act out of devotion to the former High Priest."
The young king fell silent. He averted his gaze in mortification. He used to care for his uncle so much, despite the mistreatment and discrepancies between them. When Balberith caused injury to his Dantalion on their wedding day, however, all respect Sitri held for him was lost. The blue-haired pillar felt glad that His Majesty, Lucifer, had ordered his house arrest under the harshest circumstances and took away his titles. Balberith would have stayed nameless and insignificant if not for Dantalion's request to return his identity. With what Chief Steward Samael had recently told him, Sitri wished he refused to listen to Dantalion and beheaded his uncle instead.
Sitri thanked the chief steward for his work before he left the room, heading to the gardens where the servants had told him that Dantalion usually spent his afternoons in. When the young interim ruler found Dantalion nowhere in the field of flowers, he pressed forward to check in the gazebo. Upon arrival, Sitri's face fell. In the gazebo was Dantalion, asleep on Camio's shoulder as the Great President leaned asleep against him as well with his hand on the brunet's belly. As if lightning had struck him, the sight before Sitri had awoken him to the reality of what he had been doing for the past months. Downhearted, he fled to his study in need of time to reflect.
When the interim ruler retired to his chambers, it was two hours past midnight. Dantalion would be asleep, Sitri thought, and he could dote on the brunet and watch a while as his chest rose and fell gently from breathing. Yet when he arrived at the door, light still shone through the crevices. Perhaps Dantalion forgot to blow the candles before going to bed.
Carefully, Sitri pried the door open and slipped inside the room. He found Dantalion awake, on his feet and and being dressed by Camio. "What would happen to the child if you get little sleep?" Sitri voiced monotonously. His spouse flinched upon hearing him.
"I got a lot of sleep earlier."
"Yes, because napping in the gazebo counts."
"Sitri—"
"How long has this been going on for?!"
"What? Nothing has been going on!" the King Consort yelled.
"Nothing except you sleeping with Camio?"
"Sitri, that's enough," Camio interjected. "What lies have you been feeding your head?"
"What about you? Your job is to guard my spouse, not fall asleep with him! Wishing to be the father of his child, are you?!" To the blue haired demon's surprise, Dantalion grabbed Camio's arm and walked away with him.
Later in the day Sitri found himself brooding in his study. He just sat there, staring at the clear sky from the window. "Does Dantalion still hate cloudless skies?" the young ruler wondered. He lowered his head in shame, wishing he had presented better conduct and control of his emotions. After all, it would be devastating if he stressed Dantalion too much and caused him to miscarry.
"Not even one year of marriage yet and you already have troubles." Sitri whirled around when he heard Queen Astaroth's familiar voice. "Dantalion and Camio are in my manor," she informed the younger king. "They came knocking before the sun even shone."
"How fares my love?"
"Your love doesn't love you very much right now. What did you do?"
"I thought Camio was bedding him."
"Oh, ye of little faith," the nephilim tsked. "He's too loyal, you of all people know that."
"I trust him, but Camio worries me. What if he has feelings for Dantalion, too?"
"He's your best friend." Sitri kept silent. Camio, indeed, was his most trustworthy friend. So, why did he feel uneasy thinking about Camio nearing Dantalion and caring for him as Sitri's job as husband entailed?
Night fell once again, and that evening, Sitri had been freed from work and had returned to the bedroom quite early. He sat on their bed, a frown corrupting his gentle face. Dantalion still had not returned. Sitri felt the need to visit Astaroth's household and retrieve his spouse, but the chance that Dantalion was still angry with him stopped him from taking that risk. A desperate knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts.
"Enter," Sitri allowed. It was Lamia who visited.
"Your Highness!" she screamed from the doorway. "Dantalion is—" It became inconsequential for her to finish her sentence. Sitri had already rose to his feet and dashed out of the room. There was never a time when any matter concerning Dantalion, of course, had not demanded his full attention. He zipped through the streets, Lamia hot on his tail. She tried to level with him, catch up in order to tell him something, but he would not have it. His focus was on being by his spouse's side as soon as he was able.
Arriving at the manor, Sitri and Lamia were greeted by vicious screams. As if by instinct, Sitri blasted the doors open as he trembled in fear. Please be alright, he wordlessly prayed to God. He stormed into the hall, eyes frantically searching for his darling husband, when, suddenly, he caught Astaroth peeking from the stairway to guide his way. The screams increased gradually in volume as he and Lamia ascended to the second floor. Several other voices were clearly heard as they ventured deeper into the the hallway. There was Astaroth, disappearing into the last room to the left, which she left open, and began to yell. "Give him more analgesic!" her voice was booming, worry overflowing. Sitri could have sworn he also heard Camio say, "Keep your eyes on me, Your Highness. Just keep squeezing my hand as much as you need to."
Lamia stepped into the room, taking her place beside Camio to comfort Dantalion. Sitri followed, completely ignored as he swooped in to take his beloved's other hand. The young king lovingly stroked Dantalion's hair, whispering hushed promises that everything would be alright. Sitri was about to make a query as to what complications arose when Dantalion began to hiss again. "Sitri, get your hands off of me, you filthy swamp rat!" the laboring demon yelled furiously, swatting the fallen angel's hands away. Everyone else in the room was left speechless.
"How long has he been in labor?" Sitri pressed on, trying hard to ignore the sting which his husband's words had inflicted. As he feared, Astaroth lowered her head in shame. Ultimately, she admitted that they had been calling in all the finest medical practitioners in all the realm before summoning Sitri, and that each and every single one had failed to relieve Dantalion's pain. Sitri asked why they were unable to simply make a cut, and the Nephilim Queen merely clicked her tongue as if to admonish the younger ruler for thinking that they had not given that a thought.
"Tell us something we haven't considered," she retorted, eyes rolling. "No one knows how to separate them. Knife or magic, nothing we use can pry him open. Dantalion's system is rejecting the kid, but it wants to stay."
"What about Gilles? He loves mutilation, I am certain he can find a way."
"Yes, let's leave your spouse and child in the capable hands of a pedophilic psycopath."
"What other choice do we—" Sitri piped up, only to trail off when he lowered his hand to Dantalion's stomach in attempt to soothe. Dantalion's pained whimpers had died down, and only shallow breaths remained. When he moved his hand, he felt a slight blow to his palm. Sitri's face lit up like the fourth of July, looking to Dantalion who gave him an unsettled smile. "Are we to separate them now or wait until the right time?" Sitri queried, keeping his gaze trained on his spouse.
"The more we wait, the more Dantalion will suffer from his system's rejection," Camio spoke. He and Sitri locked eyes for a brief moment, as if acknowledging each other for the first time. The blue haired king nodded his head in agreement.
"Hand me a blade," Sitri ordered, and immediately obtained one from Lamia. "How long should the incision be?" Astaroth then instructed him to make a four-inch cut. Once more, Dantalion's cries filled the room. At least, Sitri thought, he was finally there to hold his hand. Thecontractions were gone, but they made Dantalion push nonetheless, and Sitri found his hand under crushing pressure. The King Consort began listing Sitri's faults one by one through gritted teeth, and claimed that Sitri had no trust in him, to which Sitri could only reply with, "I love you, too."
A few minutes more of pushing brought a new set of wails into the room. Lamia was instructed to take the baby away and clean it while Sitri and the others helped Dantalion with the afterbirth. The brunet was mostly placid by then, and Astaroth was about to sew him shut when he started thrashing again. "Don't!" he protested, tightening his grip once more on Sitri's hand before blacking out.
When Dantalion came to, he was under the furs of his and Sitri's bed. He sat up abruptly upon realizing that he was in different robes, feeling a dull ache in his midriff. He then heard several voices chattering, before he feels an all too familiar hand on his shoulder. He allowed his eyes to wander and eventually met Sitri's gaze. As the blue haired king kissed his lips, he hoarsely inquired, "What happened? Where's my child?"
Sitri did not answer him, choosing to keep a neutral face as he gave a signal to the people behind him. Frowning, Dantalion took it as a sign of disappointment and lowered his head. He pondered what he had done wrong. His first thought was that he must have given birth to a daughter, either that or the baby had died.
Before Dantalion was about to mutter an apology, Lamia came up to them with her hands full. Carefully, Sitri took something from her and presented it to Dantalion whose head snapped up when Sitri called his name. In Sitri's hands, he held a blue-eyed bundle of joy, with a tuft of thick, blue hair. Gently, Sitri placed the child in his Dantalion's waiting arms.
Tears trickled down Dantalion's cheeks as he was informed that the babe was male, elated to see that his wish—to have a son that looked like Sitri—had come true. He fondly cradled the child in his arm, and looked up to ask his husband for their newborn's name only to find Sitri holding another baby in his arms.
"Twin boys, Dantalion," said Sitri, planting kisses on the the other's cheek as he handed over the second child. "You did very well, love." Dantalion studied the second baby, who was his own spitting image.
"They kept crying until you awoke," Lamia told the King Consort.
"What are their names?" Dantalion inquired, and Sitri said that they have yet to be named. "Can we name one of them after our friend in Gehenna?"
"I prefer death over having my sons take after that sly demon," replied Sitri.
"But Mepishto is such a noble name!"
"For the last time, no! And since our second son takes very much after you—"
"Say 'Dantalion, The Second' and you'll sleep on the floor for a whole decade," Dantalion threatened without the joyous smile on his face fading.
"There will only be one Dantalion in my life," Sitri concurred, caressing the brunet's cheek. "I wish to call him 'Talion.' I find it beautiful and fitting." The reddening of the former Grand Duke's cheeks did not leave unnoticed. Behind Sitri, the royal couple could hear Lamia uttering something along the lines of "so romantic."
"Talion it is, then," Dantalion acknowledges, giving back the dark haired babe to Sitri before playing with the remaining child in his hold. "What about this little blessing?"
"The choice is yours, love." Sitri and Dantalion exchanged glances before Dantalion's stare wandered back to their cooing heir.
"This one," Dantalion paused for a moment, smiling to himself as he held up the blue haired infant. He became enthralled and forgot to finish his sentence, holding the newborn to his chest and reclining back down onto the mattress.
"Dantalion," Sitri anxiously called out to regain his beloved's attention. It worked, and soon, his red eyed husband was looking back at him.
"His name is Solomon."
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