A/N I'm evil. If you have any comments, reviews are always welcome.
James Anderson stared down at his newborn son, noting the dark shade of his unruly locks, and his rather unusually shaped eyebrows. Neither were traits that the boy had inherited from him, all of his relatives had sandy blonde hair and perfectly arched eyebrows, a trait that came from his ancestors. No, the boy had black hair with a tight curl, something that he could not possibly have gotten from his mother, who had long flowing brown hair without a trace of curl. James looked down into the baby's deep hazel eyes with bemusement, thinking of how any other father would wonder about the boys paternity. But he was not any other father.
You see, James knew exactly why the boy had dark hair and hazel eyes. He knew exactly who the father of the child was, and it certainly was not him. As he looked down into the boy's eyes, Blaine- as his mother had named him-, he could only wonder how things had come to be the way they were.
James had made quite a few bad decisions in his life. Deciding not to attend the most prestigious schools as a child, despite his parent's insistence. Not following in his father's footsteps and becoming a lawyer, declaring that the real money was in politics. Getting a woman pregnant and letting her father force him into a marriage. The worst of all was letting greed go to his head to the point where he used the woman he had grown to love for power. Yes, even a corrupt man as himself had a limit, and he had let himself pass it.
About ten months ago, James was at the top of his game, he had won over a large city and was leading in the polls. He was on the path to power, and nothing short of a scandal could stop him. But, as the saying goes, Karma was a bitch. James was in the middle of celebrating his son Cooper's election as student body president when he received a phone call from his campaign manager, bearing some bad news. Apparently one of his contenders had been digging up dirt and had found a rather interesting gem, one that could ruin his credibility as a family man and wonderful father.
James was not a bad looking man by any means, and the way he held himself was a rather good indicator that he was well off. It was only natural that women would be attracted to a man such as himself. He had many one night stands on business trips out to the cities, making sure to be very careful and always use protection to ensure that nothing could be held against him. But it seemed that he wasn't careful enough.
Just six months ago he had been in New York City, at a conference, when he had met a gorgeous blonde twenty-something. She was a student maybe, perhaps an aspiring actress, he didn't care to remember. He was sure that he used protection, but the condom must have broken- that was the only explanation. Obviously, the girl had decided to keep the baby and was far along enough to show. It had been the perfect ploy for his rival to ruin his reputation. No voter would have believed him after such a scandal. James, however, had a plan.
James had acquired a very powerful ally many years ago, when he was in a bind. He had just discovered his girlfriend's pregnancy. Unsure what to do, he had hit up the local bar. That was when he met him. James was on his third glass of scotch and was starting to feel inebriated, when a slightly older gentleman, maybe thirty, had introduced himself as Lucas Samael. He offered good advice, urging James to do the right thing and marry his pregnant girlfriend, saying it would help further his career. The man said he could see James' potential, his future, and that he could guide him down the right path.
James didn't believe what he was hearing at first, who would? He blew off the mysterious man's words as nonsense, but the man just laughed. He heeded James to take his advice, regardless. He turned to leave, but not before shaking James' hand and telling him that he was the best ally a man could ever have, and the worst enemy anyone could ever make. He told James that if he ever needed help, to seek him out, and he would be there.
James had only called on Samael twice since he met him, and he preferred to have as little interaction with the man as possible; there was something about the man that scared James. When James found out about his bastard child, and the potential for scandal to ruin his career, he called on Samael again. Over the years, James had come to see him as what he really was, the devil. He knew that if there was anyone that could fix his problem, it was him.
When Samael came to him, it was late in the night, around dinner time. He heard the doorbell ring while his wife was setting the table, and left from the kitchen to answer. The man smiled at James as he opened the door and beckoned him in. He followed James into his den, where they could talk in private. Samael wasted no time in getting to the point. He stated that he had been lenient in asking for James to return his favors, and in order for James to receive his assistance that time, that he wanted something valuable in return. He stated that it was the most opportune moment, that it could not wait.
Samael told James that he would make his problem disappear, and that James would give him an equal payment, no negotiation. Samael was past agreements, it was the only opportunity he would give. All he needed to seal the deal was a handshake, that he very hesitantly received from an apprehensive James. He smiled his wicked smile, and handed something to James, not needing to say anything further. James looked down at the bottle in his hands and knew what he had to do. Samael stated that he would be back later, and reminded James that he would be severely punished should he try to back out.
Later that night, after his son had gone to bed, James and his wife settled down to enjoy a glass of wine together. Halfway through her drink, his wife told him that she had been keeping track of her ovulation, and that she very much wanted another child. She stated that then was the perfect night, that she had been planning to ask him. He smiled at her and nodded in agreement, kissing her before going into the kitchen to refill their glasses. While he was pouring the wine, he slipped one of the pills Samael had given him into her glass, feeling a pang of guilt as he did. He shook the feeling away, and went back to his beautiful wife.
A few sips into her drink, she began to swoon, and James knew he had only had a few moments to get her into their bedroom. He carefully guided her up the stairs and into their master bedroom, before settling her back on the bed and kissing her passionately. Just as she started to fall asleep, James felt a tap on his shoulder. He didn't need to look, he already knew who it was. He stepped away from the bed and went to leave the room. The last thing he saw through the sliver of the door was Samael undoing his expensive tie, before leaning down to kiss at his wife's neck.
It was arguably the worst thing James had ever agreed to, and nine months later he held the evidence of his treachery in his gentle embrace. He never thought that he would have been able to do such a heinous thing, but then again, what wouldn't he do for power?