A/N can I point out that I am aware that this story isn't authentic to the
1800s; this is just a fic about Cole and his parents.
Part 9
Elizabeth broke her son's embrace and hoisted him up onto her lap. She
noticed that Cole's warm smile was no longer there, and in its place was a
look of pain.
"Sweetie, are you okay?" she asked worriedly. A sweat broke out on his
forehead and he cried out. Elizabeth's worst fears were confirmed when Cole's
pale skin turned red and black treble markings formed. His shockingly bright,
usually cheerful, blue eyes faded into soulless black eyeballs. Elizabeth gently
put the thing back on the floor. Her beautiful, loving son was gone.
In his place was Belthazor.
Ben Turner squinted under the morning sun as he walked across town. It was
going to take him forever to get to his client's home. He didn't have enough
money to get a horse and cart over there, and his own horse was sick. He had
no choice but to walk. He cheered himself up on the way by thinking of his
wife and son. Unlike his friends' marriages, his hadn't fallen apart after the
birth of their first child. In fact, it had brought them closer. Even though
Elizabeth had been acting a little nervous and shifty lately, but he was sure that
it was common with any first time mother. As far as he knew, Elizabeth was an
only child and didn't grow up around other little kids and therefore was worried
that she might make a mistake with Coleridge.
As far as Ben was concerned, they had both done a great job raising
Coleridge so far. He was really smart for a three-year-old boy and amazingly
gentle. He once approached this stray cat (a Siamese, if Ben remembered
correctly), despite Elizabeth's yelling, that was hissing like nobody's business
and stroked its head. It had looked a little scared at first, but then began to
purr and rub itself against Cole's leg. He had wanted to keep it as a pet, but
their next door neighbour hated cats and literally ran it out of town. Poor Cole
cried like anything that night, so Elizabeth stitched a cat onto his blanket and
attempted to make it look like the one he had befriended. Of course, he had
still been upset, but he loved the blanket even more. Ben's smile grew wider-
as it always did at that particular memory. He remembered how Elizabeth had
been worried that Coleridge would be a very naughty, violent child- though
why she would think that was beyond Ben- and was so happy when her son
turned out to have a soul as pure as the stars.
The love Benjamin felt for his family was overwhelming. He wanted it to stay
that way forever.
Elizabeth held back the tears that threatened to stream out of her eyes out of
the knowledge of what her son had become. She leant down to the baby
demon and gazed deeply into his eyes,
"Cole? Are you there? Come back right now." Luckily, her obedient son was
still in there, and he managed to push Belthazor aside. The red and black skin
melted away, leaving Cole's human form behind, and the pits on his face
morphed back into those loving blue eyes that Cole had inherited from his
parents. Elizabeth blew out a sigh of relief, which stopped halfway when a gust
of wind blew through their small house. Without warning, she grabbed her son
and held him tightly to her, as two forms appeared in front of them.
The demonic grandparents.
Part 9
Elizabeth broke her son's embrace and hoisted him up onto her lap. She
noticed that Cole's warm smile was no longer there, and in its place was a
look of pain.
"Sweetie, are you okay?" she asked worriedly. A sweat broke out on his
forehead and he cried out. Elizabeth's worst fears were confirmed when Cole's
pale skin turned red and black treble markings formed. His shockingly bright,
usually cheerful, blue eyes faded into soulless black eyeballs. Elizabeth gently
put the thing back on the floor. Her beautiful, loving son was gone.
In his place was Belthazor.
Ben Turner squinted under the morning sun as he walked across town. It was
going to take him forever to get to his client's home. He didn't have enough
money to get a horse and cart over there, and his own horse was sick. He had
no choice but to walk. He cheered himself up on the way by thinking of his
wife and son. Unlike his friends' marriages, his hadn't fallen apart after the
birth of their first child. In fact, it had brought them closer. Even though
Elizabeth had been acting a little nervous and shifty lately, but he was sure that
it was common with any first time mother. As far as he knew, Elizabeth was an
only child and didn't grow up around other little kids and therefore was worried
that she might make a mistake with Coleridge.
As far as Ben was concerned, they had both done a great job raising
Coleridge so far. He was really smart for a three-year-old boy and amazingly
gentle. He once approached this stray cat (a Siamese, if Ben remembered
correctly), despite Elizabeth's yelling, that was hissing like nobody's business
and stroked its head. It had looked a little scared at first, but then began to
purr and rub itself against Cole's leg. He had wanted to keep it as a pet, but
their next door neighbour hated cats and literally ran it out of town. Poor Cole
cried like anything that night, so Elizabeth stitched a cat onto his blanket and
attempted to make it look like the one he had befriended. Of course, he had
still been upset, but he loved the blanket even more. Ben's smile grew wider-
as it always did at that particular memory. He remembered how Elizabeth had
been worried that Coleridge would be a very naughty, violent child- though
why she would think that was beyond Ben- and was so happy when her son
turned out to have a soul as pure as the stars.
The love Benjamin felt for his family was overwhelming. He wanted it to stay
that way forever.
Elizabeth held back the tears that threatened to stream out of her eyes out of
the knowledge of what her son had become. She leant down to the baby
demon and gazed deeply into his eyes,
"Cole? Are you there? Come back right now." Luckily, her obedient son was
still in there, and he managed to push Belthazor aside. The red and black skin
melted away, leaving Cole's human form behind, and the pits on his face
morphed back into those loving blue eyes that Cole had inherited from his
parents. Elizabeth blew out a sigh of relief, which stopped halfway when a gust
of wind blew through their small house. Without warning, she grabbed her son
and held him tightly to her, as two forms appeared in front of them.
The demonic grandparents.