He wasn't royalty. He wasn't poor. He wasn't normal.
He was just a child.
A child in a cathedral, standing along side his father. He was nervous. He knew that his father was a devout religious Cathelic. He knew his birth parents would be surprised to see him getting baptized in a Cathelic church. But his father seemed so happy, and Peter didn't mind.
He felt a surrealness to the whole situation. A demonic appearing man watching as his son was baptized. Grimly, Peter thought of his grandmother and grandfather. The demonic teleported in another demension and a shapeshifter. His father he, well he hadn't been entirely welcome to talking about them.
Suddenly, there was cheering from the small group there to observe his baptism.
"Vell done mein son."
"I just kind of, you know, stood there."
"Nien. You let our Lord into your heart. You accepted him."
Peter smiled at his father.
Peter was happy as the day continued. He had rosary beads in his pocket and was happy to be like his dad.
Thoguh going to bed that night, he was surprised to find two packages at the head of his bed. Two boxes.
He picked one up and peeked inside.
"Oh," he sighed. A satanic looking arm band. And, a note from his grandfather Azazel.
'Best wishes grandson.'
"I'm ten. And he's sending me satanic jewelry."
Peter closed the box and slid it into his dresser drawer. He would deal with that later. But now the second box had him worried. If the first was his grandfather, then the second would be his grandmother. They were the only two who would send gifts in tandem. Partially because his grandfather was as good at teleporting as his father. That, and he swore his grandparents were still together. Well, as together as a demonic mutant in another demension and a mutant shapeshifter could.
Peter, though still wary, opened the second box. This time, he read the note first.
'My dear grandson. I have heard you have been baptized. I wanted to congratulate your congregation. Inside, is my blessing for you. I know your father wouldn't want me to be there for your special day. But what kind of grandmother would I be if I didn't give you this?'
Inside was a set of Rosary beads, made of gemstones. Oh, they were probably stolen. Yeah... The most unChristian trying to be Christian gift ever.
"Hey dad?" Peter called out.
"Vat is it Peter?"
"Grandma and Granpa visited."
And cue the fireworks.
Nightcrawler and his insane family. I could have sworn someone requested it. But I can't seem to find the review.
Oh well, next chapter is our inglorious chapter fifty. New dads are welcome until I post chapter 50.
