Grometheus was always a busy man…demon. Warp someone's dreams, making sure his servants are staying on task, making sure the demon hunters are kept out. Keep the various demonic beasts from being disturbed or provoked. Etc...
Leaves were softly drifting down from the trees, being a particularly normal day on the Knee. Grometheus was patrolling the forest, making sure none of those pesky emperor's coven members were in his forest again. Or there were any challengers seeking to claim his home; dealing with them was always his favorite. Making their fears a reality was a fun hobby to him. As well as warping their dreams and consuming them as a snack, depending on his mood.
He senses something alive nearby, but non-moving. Leaves rustled, some crunching underfoot far off. A menacing smirk grew on his face; looks like a new victim had happened to wander into his forest. It would be a matter of time before they tripped up one of his traps!
It was snowing lightly that morning as well, a white mist covering the ground. Grometheus always particularly liked these mornings, as it made the atmosphere more relaxing which often got intruders to lower their guards. While he did like messing with them, it did get annoying once in awhile if there was a huge influx of intruders. So he let the forest beasts sometimes do the talking of keeping out unwanted visitors.
The lifeform was growing nearer as he traveled farther. The creature was still in one place, he found. Were they sitting? Or sleeping?
Even better. Maybe he could "convince" them into servitude just as he had done with the other lesser demons.
He stopped, a confused frown making his face fall. A basket with a purple blanket laid there, but according to his intuition this is where the soul was. Was the minions pulling a prank on him? That happened more than he liked to admit.
He slowly picked up the basket, only to drop it not a second later.
His eyes stared wide, a shocked look on his face.
It was a human child.
No, a baby. A breathing, living, definitely-not-dead human baby. She didn't look quite developed, at a glance she didn't look any older than about ten months, maybe less. She had a head full of brown hair, a purple and yellow pacifier in her mouth. She was quite chubby, but then again when was a baby not?
But that meant she was well taken care of. It's possible her parents left her like this so they could do something else while not putting her in harm's way. But then again, all she was wearing was a diaper. For the colder side morning like this, he would've at least expected a onesie.
Still how did a human much less a baby ended up on the boiling Isles?
Ah, no matter. Her parents would come back eventually. Being quiet so as to not disturb her, he placed the blanket on her once more. He made sure she could breathe, and left. Hey, for someone whose called the "Fear Bringer", he wasn't one to hurt children. Well… at least not infants. First off, even if he was that heartless it'd be no fun. Second off, well, he always had a hidden soft spot for the tykes. Teenagers on the other hand though...
Whoosh
Grometheus looked up from his book. He was used to them now, blizzards that ravished the forest. It was more on occasion, but they weren't rare. Heck, he usually uses this to his advantage when he finds an unfortunate soul so he could goad them further into servitude. He watched as it get stronger and the wind increased in intensity.
Suddenly the kid came to mind, and at first he would've just shrugged it off. But something just felt so… off. With a sigh, he stood, dog earring the page. Might as well just make sure; it's not like he could get hurt.
Hail pelted at his form, not that he really minded. He didn't often go out in weathers like these, but they didn't bother him too much.
Unfortunately for him, the basket was there. Beyond the howling winds , he could hear her crying and wailing. Deep down, he felt pity for the little girl. The howling of the wind made her cry even louder. He stood for a moment, admittedly a little hesitant.
He had no idea how to take care of a child! What if her parents came back? Should he just move her under a bush? But the blizzard...
He removed the blanket, sheltering her with his body as he picked her up with his arm. He couldn't just leave her out here, especially with no other (sane) people in sight. When he did find them, however, they weren't gonna get off so easy. The pity mixed with boiling rage; who would do something so appalling, so abysmal to a child?! They could have at least left her with a babysitter or something!
"Come on, I got you Kid," He mumbles, making sure she was under his neck. He placed the blanket around his neck like a scarf, and started traveling.
He wasn't gonna leave her out here alone.
He wasn't that cruel...
So this was an idea that we have been cooking up for a while. Basically we read a few fanfics where a baby Luz was adopted by Eda or Belos depending on the au. Then Rothem just went "Hey what if in another au a more humane grometheus raised Luz?" and now here we are.If you want to see more of this just favorite, follow, or Review.