A/N:

SORRY. SORRY. SORRY. SORRY. HERE TAKE ALL MY COOKIES. THANK YOU FOR THE WONDERFUL REVIEWS AND BEING SO LOYAL YOU'RE ALL SO AMAZING AND YOU GUYS ARE THE REASON I WRITE!

HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS SHORT CHAPTER! HAHA SORRY ONCE AGAIN I WAS BEING UNINTENTIONALLY MEAN.

You looked over at your husband and smiled, he was sound asleep and you didn't want to bother him so you pulled away the covers and screamed. That thing on your stomach was no pillow—no it was your stomach! You stared wide eyed at the swollen tummy. Amaimon let out a brief chuckle.

"Surprise you're going to be a Mother!"

It took a while for Amaimon to explain and calm you down-after all this was a lot to take in. On the second day of you being awake Amaimon allowed visitors and you and him shared the glorious news with all your friends.

The news was happily received and Shiemi was completely overjoyed and excited. Shiemi went off on tangents about buying baby clothing, furniture, toys, diapers, and neither you nor Amaimon had the heart to tell her or anybody of the terrible news that the baby may be killed.

The doctors kept you on bed rest, but it was for good reasons you were due any day and it would help reduce any stress. But there was nothing that could prepare you for when the contractions started. You screams filled the entire birthing wing of the medical ward. Amaimon offered you his hand but you politely declined-you didn't want to break his knuckles. So instead your hands found the bed rails, those would be much easier to replace.

The doctors were quick to respond and you were immediately rushed to the ICU where several priests waited in the hallways, in case something went wrong. But you had more than enough brains to conclude that the priests were there for an emergency exorcism.

Your screams only intensified as the minutes rolled on, and your skin shown with a light layer of sweat. Your breaths were ragged and slapdash as you tried to suck in air as quickly as possible. Then through all the pain, sweat, and tears you heard it. Like an angelic cry, it was the only thing your ears heard.

The cry of your child.

It pierced your eardrums like a sweet melody, and your body was instantly relived but that relief was short lived. Then suddenly shouting began breaking into your eardrums, there was a lot of movement. Orders were being given but you could not comprehend any of the words, the doctor holding your child turned to the door and standing in the doorway was the Paladin, Arthur Auguste Angel. He held a rather smug look on his features and the doctor approached him, fear began welling up within the bowels of your being.

Your voice couldn't find its way through your throat, so you just watched with horrified eyes. Amaimon was standing by the bedside carefully watching the Paladin. The Paladin picked up the baby boy and raised him above his head.

"In the name of the Vatican, have life."

Your muscles relaxed and you sunk into the bed, Amaimon took your hand and lightly squeezed it. Arthur gave the baby back to the doctor and quickly left the medical ward. You watched as your baby boy was escorted out of the room to be weighted, fingerprinted, and cleared.

Amaimon looked at you

"[Name]-chan what are we going to name him?"

His voice was surprisingly calm and collected, his eyes were inviting. You turned to him, your eyes meeting his.

"Arthur, that shall be his name."

Amaimon nodded his head and stood,

"I'll let them know."

he gave a goofy smile as he waltzed out of the room. But as soon as he left so did the smile from your face, something was right. The look that the Paladin had when he blessed your child, you now began regretting naming your son after his savior.

Was the Vatican planning something, you began chewing your lip as you tossed the idea back and forth through your brain. You decided you were just too paranoid because you had given birth and you were extremely exhausted plus that IV was pumping medicine into your veins. Well whatever was making you crave sleep overrode your sensory systems and a large yawn escaped from your lips and you snuggled into the covers, all your worries washed away as you met with the comforting clutches of sleep.

But somethings you could never escape, not even in your dreams. You were being hunted by fiery demons, and a booming voice spoke to you.

"The prophecy has been fulfilled and the second rising of our lord, Lucifer shall begin..."

A/N:

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brainfart.

megaderp.

THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN ALL YOU LOYAL READERS, SERIOUSLY I WOULD BE NOTHING WITHOUT YOU. I ALSO PROMISE TO TRY AND GET BACK INTO THE SWING OF THINGS! MY HIATUS IS OVER!~

Stay tuned to find out what this mysterious 'prophecy' is!