I don't own Trinity Blood, because I'm not as creative as Sunao Yoshida and Kiyo Kyujo. I really wish I did own them though, )
I don't own the Forger/Shades of Gray, Shannon Neprily does. This story is rated M, for language and possible MxM sexual scenes. Mpreg
The Baby Dilemma Chapter 4
"Hello Uncle Abel," Seth greeted him cheerfully. Seth had taken to calling him uncle to avoid confusion with his younger self.
"You look lovely today, Seth," Abel grinned at her. It didn't matter how different everything else in this world was, Seth would always be a beacon to him.
"Thank you," she latched onto his hand, ready to go wherever he had come to take her.
"A friend of ours is pregnant. We thought you might want to help out," Torian said, grinning at the little girl.
"Really?" Seth squeaked with excitement, her eyes lighting up.
"We couldn't think of anyone better to help out. You bring a smile wherever you go," Abel led Seth toward the doors. Things would be much easier with Seth around. She had a woman's touch even at such a young age, and she wouldn't put up with any of Devi's crap either.
"How long until the baby's born?" Seth asked, skipping alongside Abel as they walked out of the building.
"Demon pregnancies are always different, sometimes it takes days, sometimes months. There's really no telling how long it will take."
"Uncle, something smells weird. It smells like bloody feathers," Seth frowned. Seth frowned. She had never smelled anything like it before.
"Do you think the Seraphim are already alerted?" Torian asked, eyes wide.
"We'd better run!" Abel scooped Seth up into his arms as they charged toward Devi's haven.
Torian gasped as they reached the doors. Circling the skies above the apartments were seven Seraphim, all shrieking as they glided.
"I'll take care of them, you get Seth over to Devi. She can help protect him," Abel shouted before letting his wings loose. His eyes glowed bright red as he launched up into the skies.
It was times like this that Abel wished he still had his huge scythe to fight with. Because of changes that Torian had made to the past Abel had been left fighting by hand.
Abel slammed into the nearest Seraphim, knocking it out of formation. He still couldn't bring himself to kill, but he could injure them enough to send them running.
He ripped his claws into the angel's abdomen. One down! Abel spun quickly enough to avoid an attack from behind.
He slashed the angel's throat. A wound like that would heal if the angel turned tail.
Abel watched the five remaining Seraphim shriek and roar as they made a new formation.
Abel's wings sparked for a moment before electric charges flew off them, striking the remaining angels.
He flew down, slipping in through the balcony doors.
Devi and Seth were chatting amiably as Torian searched the room for invaders.
Abel's shoulders slumped with relief. They were safe again for the time being.