Chapter two is now up. Thanks again for reading! Totes appreciated. TOTES.

Natasha looked the seamstress's shop up and down in distaste, "I hate English clothes." The owner of the shop knew better than to be helpful when this horde of women were in her store, so she stayed in the back.

"You'd look stunning in anything we put you in, baby, " her oldest sister smiled. Scarlett was two and a half centuries old and fully matured. She had the human appearance of a woman in her early twenties.

"There's so much fabric! What do they do when the weather gets too hot?"

"Simply put, they don't wear clothes," her third eldest sister joked, "They walk the streets of their towns in the nude." Makayla was one hundred and thiry-seven years old, almost reaching the full extent of her capabilities.

"That's disgusting, Makayla! Stop trying to corrupt my child," Evangeline sneered, covering Natasha's ears. She was Natasha's second oldest sister by a full century and the one she could tolerate the most.

Makayla shrugged, looking through fabric in the small store, "She already knows the basics, though! I mean, all things considered she's probably the most innocent little demon back home."

"QUIET!" Scarlett snapped, "Don't say things like that out loud, you idiot!"

"Things like what?" she asked in a small voice, pouting her lips, "I was only stating the truth. Kids now-a-days know a whole lot more than they're supposed to. I mean, it's not like she don't know what a penis looks like!"

Scarlett sighed, "And I thought today was going to be the day you decide not to be a perverted monster. I'm glad our baby sister isn't going to take after you. The whole family would have aneurysms."

Natasha stared at her three older sisters, "Are you guys visiting Father, too?"

"I haven't seen Dad in a long time, not since that gala we had for you when all our mothers were together," Scarlett mused, "It'd be nice to see him again, but I have a contract to fulfill."

Evangeline shook her head, "He and I crossed paths three years ago. We were sharing stories, when all of a sudden a soul in extreme despair called out to him. Naturally, that ended our little reunion."

"Dad's stories are the best! You're lucky, Evangeline. I think Dad's still a little peeved at me for taking a mate so early," Makayla giggled while sifting through different colored fabrics, "Remember the beating he gave my poor Alex? It was hilarious!"

The two eldest sisters scoffed. "Your 'poor little Alex' deserved it. You shacked up with an idiot, Makayla."

"I wish I had been born before then," Natasha muttered, "I've never seen Father angry before, not ever. It kinda makes me want to provoke him."

Makayla quickly took hold of her little sister's chin and held her face close, "Be a good girl, Natasha. You don't ever want to be on Dad's shit list. He's an elite, top-notch demon. Even by our standards, he's very powerful."

Natasha gave out a small chuckle, until she noticed her sister's furious scowl. "Oh, that's a first. You're serious about this."

"Hey! I can be serious! That was so rude, Natasha!" she whined.

"If it had't been for your mother, Alex would be dead," Evangeline said, sifting through the fabric Makayla had grabbed, "This is hideous, sister. It's the color of vomit."

"Alex would be dead?" she wondered, "Did Father try to kill him? Ooh, that is ugly. Makayla, what makes you think I would wear that?"

"I thought it would be a nice color for autumn, when the leave changes colors.."

"Dad never tries to kill, Natasha. He eliminates anything that manages to piss him off. Once he's decided on the punishment, he more often than not goes through with it."

"How did my mother fit into this," she insisted, "You said if it weren't for my mother that Alex would be dead. Why?"

As Scarlett and Evangeline concentrated on picking the fabrics for Natasha's clothes, Makayla finished her story. "Well, once Dad found out that Alex and I bonded ourselves to each other, he was pissed. And that's putting it lightly, but anyways, the thing that made it really bad was that nobody knew about it. We had eloped and oh- I was so happy! Everyone was so mad at me, though."

"How are you still alive, Makayla?" Natasha said dramatically, "Eloping doesn't sound like a crime worth killing someone over."

"Well, I was seventy-seven years old." She sighed, "At the time, I honestly didn't know something very important. Thinking back, it was a really stupid mistake." She grabbed a lock of her blonde hair and began twirling it, "My mom would always brag about how I would be a great demon once I fully matured. I just- I didn't know I gave all that up when I got together with Alexander."

Natasha's interest piqued, "What do you mean?"

Makayla looked down, "His powers weren't fully developed and neither were mine. We destroyed each other's full potential." She got up and grabbed her little sister's hands, "It was a massive disgrace to both our families. My mother was livid and Father was intent on sending Alex into oblivion." Her tone became devastated.

"Is this the part where my mom comes to play?" Natasha asked, steering the conversation playfully, "You keep getting side-tracked, it's annoying."

She laughed, "Your mother is so sweet, Natasha. She takes an extra special part in this story, and so do you."

"Me?"

"Yes, you. After Dad had beaten Alex within an inch of his life.. Your mother just stopped him. It was the most marvelous thing I had ever seen in my life at that time and even now I have so much love and respect for the demoness who birthed you."

The child frowned, "But how did she save you guys? Makayla, you're getting side-tracked again!"

"Sorry, sorry!"

"Just tell me," Natasha groaned, "I'm getting tired."

Makayla rolled her eyes, "Fine. When Dad was about to give Alexander the final blow, Charlotte hugged him. Everyone was so shocked I mean-"

"A hug? That's it?"

"Stop interrupting me!" she fumed, "But yes, all your mother had to do did was hug him. He was still pissed, but not as much. He stopped attacking Alex because his mate was in the way.. And so was their child."

Natasha's eyes widened, "Mom was pregnant with me?" she screeched, "Why would she get in his way if she was pregnant with me of all things! Holy shit, I could have have never been born!"

Her sister laughed, "No man, human, demon or whatever would have the audacity to harm his partner and their offspring. I mean, Dad absolutely melts when it comes to you or Charlotte. Besides, it was so cute!" she gushed, "His body language immediately relaxed, his face became less menacing. It was incredible!"

"He picked her up in his arms and flew her away to their special hideout," Scarlett remembered, "I'd never seen him so conflicted before. On one hand, his daughter had practically destroyed not only her future, but someone else's.."

Evangeline smiled, "And on the other, he was going to have a baby to coddle again. Except this time, it was his love child. We were all happily waiting for the heir of our house. The manor was positively buzzing with excitement until you were born."

"Which is why you turned out to be such a spoiled brat," Makayla sighed, shrugging her shoulders, "I guess that would be our fault, though. I remember when you were a baby, demons from all over would come bringing gifts and mating proposals. Of course, your loving big sisters would always be at your nursery babysitting when your parents were away. I'd always bring you sweets. We spoiled you rotten," she reminisced, "Definitely. You're a rotten child."

"I don't mind," Natasha grinned, "I get everything I could possibly want."

Makayla's eyes watered, "Time needs to slow down!" she wailed, "I want my baby forever!"

Scarlett was busy with Evangeline putting fabrics together and disagreed, "Our little sister needs to grow up and surpass all of us. Getting everything handed to you, although relaxing and fun, is no way to live."

"I'm fine with getting everything handed to me," Natasha joked.

"For now," Evangeline stated, "There's something invigorating about being able to take care of yourself and survive on your own."

"Doesn't that get lonely?"

Makayla scoffed, "Which is why demons take companions! Once you're old enough and you find your mate, it isn't lonely anymore. Now, come on and let us dress you! Tomorrow is your last day home in our world and then you'll be unleashed to the humans."

"Oh goody. You can't imagine how excited I am to be spending a decade with food," Natasha remarked sarcastically.

Evangeline laughed, "Not all of them are food. Who knows? Maybe you'll even make a friend or two out there."

"Don't be so prejudiced," Makayla agreed, "Humans have the capability to be whatever they want."

"Remember to act human when you're there. And don't underestimate anyone. Don't trust anyone. Stay with Father and Earl Phantomhive at all times. There are angels, reapers and rouge demons roaming freely in the human world. You're still young and anything could happen to you," Scarlett advised.

"Okay, I'll be careful. Now, can we finish up here?"

I'm going to try to have a chapter up five days a week, but you know.. Shit happens and I'm on vacation and some days I want to be an antisocial bitch, so I might sneak in an extra chapter every now and then.

Again, thanks for reading, much obliged.