3/17/16 All chapters are being revised and edited. Expect new chapters by next week!
Careful Blues
"No, no, no—no!"
HIM threw his end table toward his screen. Angrily, he looked around for any piece of furniture to relieve himself of the scene on the monitor. Having finished witnessing Butch's demise had caused HIM an immediate, enraging head ache. His liar was furnished lightly and with no more furniture in reach his claw sprung to latch onto the next available object: the infant.
Grabbing the infant's wrist in his crushing claw, the devil met his crying response. Turning to the cries of the dangling infant the devil snapped out of his rage and embraced the baby in his arms. He massaged his back with his smooth claw.
"There, there, my boy," he gently bounced his tiny body, "Daddy's sorry, daddy's here."
His cries persisted and HIM never ceased his comfort. He let the infant's head rest on his shoulder to kiss his cheek. Shifting from the touch, he began leaning into the devil's neck. Wanting to sing the boy a lullaby, he made his way over to his chair, sitting down slowly and bringing the boy to lay on his back upon his arm. Cradling the sleepy infant made to easing his tension.
"Oh, boy, your uncle is an absolute brute, but I would have chosen him over your shameful father."
His calm attitude abruptly spiked. The infant who slept in his arms was a nameless one. He grinned and leaned back, his thoughts pondering over the excitement of choosing a name.
"Blaise?"
The boy shifted.
"You're right, I've had enough of that overrated letter," he moved his head from side to side, "Blossom, Bubbles, Buttercup, Brick, Butch, Boomer!"
His yelling was disturbing the drowsy baby. He silenced himself and rocked the infant with care.
"I hate them, too,"
A sudden name appeared in his mind. A toothy, wicked grin followed, and the devil couldn't help but snicker.
"I've got it!" he ran a claw over his face, "You shall be HIS. Yes, my child, you are mine—you are HIS."
HIM has such a gentle persona with HIS stolen infant...