The Baby Dilemma Ch 11
Devi pulled his sluggish body to a sitting position. He felt so weak and sore. His aura had been violated by Aridan's healing, leaving him shaky and nauseous.
"Is Aridan going to be okay?" Devi rasped, clutching his child to his chest as he watched several of his warriors race the Forger's unconscious body out of the room.
"I don't know. He pushed so much of his life into you to heal you that he doesn't have much left in his own body," Sevriel admitted. He seated himself on the bed, wrapping his arms around both Devi and the child.
He went completely still when Torian suddenly snarled, eyes glowing bright violet as they moved over the blood that coated the sheets.
"Don't move," Devi whispered to Sevriel.
Torian hissed, baring his teeth. He stumbled backward, trying to gain control over his hunger. He didn't want to kill Devi again. The last time had been too much.
Devi had smiled sadly at him in understanding, opening his arms to Torian's beast.
"I hope my death will calm your heart, please forgive me that I couldn't save you," Devi had whispered, wrapping his arms around Torian. He had let Torian rip into him.
Torian curled up in a ball on the floor, sobbing hard as he yanked at his hair in frustration.
"You can't help what you are, Torian. Its okay," Devi said very softly. He could feel Torian's anguish, his eyes stung with tears and his throat tightened.
"Its not okay! How could I think of hurting you and your kid? You should kill me now, save yourself the trouble later," Torian went limp when Abel wrapped his arms tightly around him, kissing the top of his head.
"I trust you, Torian. You won't let your hunger get the better of you, and we will need your strength when the other demons start to attack us. I can already smell them. Soon you will be able to eat all you want," Devi assured. He purred when Sevriel's hand slid up his thigh.
He tilted his head up, letting Sevriel claim his lips, devouring him.
"What's the baby's name?" Seth asked, interrupting the two. She brought the 'it's a girl' balloon over, tying it to the bedpost.
"Triana," Devi smiled, kissing the little baby's cheek. She was the size of a two year old with shoulder length black hair and little fangs poking over her lip, typical for a demon child.
Her eyes were mismatched, one red and one silver, both glowing bright as she watched her parents cuddle.