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“Dad: a daughter’s first love.” – Unknown
“Fathers, be your daughter’s first love and she’ll never settle for anything less.” – Unknown
In all of his years of human life on Earth and afterlife in Hell, it never crossed his mind that one day he would have offspring. Honestly, on a normal day, he probably would have laughed hysterically, with a laughter track following soon after in the background. He would have thought it to be hilarious. His brain wouldn’t be able to wrap itself around that thought, and at one point, it was a hilarious imaginative moment. In those rare moments of his past, it would have been fun to indulge himself. The thought of himself having a potential offspring that could make him proud and even make his legacy greater, being even better than the Original Radio Demon of Hell, made his heart skip a beat.
Oh, the thought sent a shiver down his spine.
But like other times in his past, he pushed the thoughts away to focus on the ever-growing tasks on his list. Being an overlord and sponsoring a hotel wasn’t easy, especially with the establishment’s precarious situation at the time.
And to shake things up even more, you were barreling into hell like you were thrown into the deep end with the sharks.
Let’s just say that you were a demon in hell and that you were definitely an oddity.
When you met Alastor, he was an enigma of his own, and you didn’t know how to react to him. Let’s be honest. He scared the hell of you with good reason. He’s the RADIO DEMON. OVERLORD OF HELL. A POWERFUL TERROR UNLIKE ANYTHING HELL HAS EVER SEEN!
But that was in the past. The present was more important with the two of you as a team. You were going to need each other after what was going to be thrown your way.
Month 1: When you told him, Alastor was in shock. He didn’t know how to react other than to give his best Alastor-esque smile and spin you around in a circle in delight. He kissed you soundly and sweetly as he held you in his arms. You felt safe within his arms, like you were guarded in a castle, your head fitting into the crook of his neck, his arms wrapping around you. He told you he was thrilled about the unexpected event, but you, the deer demon, were lying through his teeth beneath his Cheshire Cat smile. He kept a pretty confident front with you, but you knew him too well. Yes, sir. You knew dead well that he was panicking inside. While you slept, you could pick up the sounds of his shoes pacing back and forth upstairs, becoming routine as the nights dragged on. You tried to show that you didn’t know about his worrying, overthinking, and extra planning. As his partner, reassuring him that everything was okay would take a little while for him to accept that you were okay. Both of you had a lot of time.
Month 2: Being pregnant in Hell. You learned earlier on that it was a nightmare to deal with. All the horror stories from your old life about pregnancy being crazy didn’t compare to the actual experience. And according to Charlie, her own mother’s pregnancy was a struggle. There was a complicated story that didn’t completely explain why pregnancy was literal hell. Some say it was about when humans rebelled against God and he made it as a punishment for sinners. Other times, it was done as punishment against Lucifer for taking away Lillith from Adam and Lillith for refusing to submit to her husband.
Either way, it fucking sucked. Morning sickness makes you sick like a dog, making you worship the porcelain throne like a damn altar. You couldn't eat anything for almost the entire day, leaving you tired and wanting to sleep. And with you being stubborn and not wanting to be in bed all day, it worried Alastor even more. And, it got you into a few spats with Alastor a few times. You agreed to let him care for you on the condition that he not pin you to the bed all day.Both of you accepted the deal, even though he secretly left his shadow to watch you. At least one positive thing you could note was that Alastor, at home, definitely opened up more to you. He wanted to engage more in physical contact like cuddling and kissing, and simply enjoying you in his arms was a real treat. Even in the early months of pregnancy, he started his routine of rubbing your belly and talking to it as if he already knew them. Lord help you and him.
Month 3: As your first trimester came to an end, you had completed the first leg of the race. The morning sickness was beginning to even itself out. You still throw up like crazy, but not as much as before. You were able to eat a bit more, much to Alastor’s relief. The love of your life had a tendency to go overboard when it came to a few things. A definite possibility: cooking. With you falling pregnant in the fall and going into winter, he always loved making the food of his heritage. You have to admit, it took a while to acquire the rich flavors of Cajun food. While you weren’t so crazy about the jambalaya (which your partner still hasn’t gotten over to this day), you were always asking for more of his chicken and sausage gumbo. You were showing signs of early cravings, and you were always craving salt. Like you were always making Alastor cook rice dressing like it was the only thing you would eat. Soon enough, he had to put some limits on that so you could eat other healthy things for your little one.
A huge milestone that both of you experienced was something very special. In a concerning visit with an appointment for the baby (who’d thought there would be hospitals in hell), both of you were trying to make sure everything was going smoothly with the pregnancy, even though you definitely felt rough through the ride. There was concern about any health defects since both you and Al were mortal sinners. A lot of things were up in the air with this being a virtual unknown pregnancy. However, Alastor was confident that both of them were going to do okay with this. To end the third month on a good yet humorous note, you tried to find out the gender of your little one. Knowing the genetics between you and him, it didn’t come as a surprise how stubborn your flesh and blood were, determined to do this on their own terms. They refused to turn in the right direction to reveal themselves. Alastor laughed proudly at this, but it didn't take him too long to keep those emotions going. Soon enough, that humorous happiness shifted into something more poignant and emotional. Tears burned in both your and Alastor’s eyes as you heard the sound of what truly made the new chapter in your lives real: your baby’s heartbeat.
Month 4: This month had both highs and lows. In better words, a fucking rollercoaster. And hell threw you plenty of the best corkscrews it had to offer. The highs were definitely something to remember. The morning sickness stabilized and gave you a break from worshipping the porcelain throne. You still felt tired, but it was manageable. This was the first month that you could feel the little flutters of your baby moving. Alastor was insistent on finding out if he could feel the movement too, even though you told him multiple times that it was too early. It still gave him the excuse to come around and wrap his arms around your belly. It made your heart skip when he pressed kisses around your bump, filling your chest with warm and gooey things that you’d thought in your lifetime you would never experience. You knew, with your expanding waistline, you would need to make time to get more maternity clothes down the road.
Now, this was also when you were finally beginning to show that trouble was beginning to start. Other demons could smell your mate's offspring in your belly. They could smell Alastor's mark on you, giving them the signal and opportunity to exploit you as his weakness. It wasn't the lower level demons that worried you and Al. It was the overlords, especially concerning Vox. Alastor's biggest rival. Ironically enough, he wasn't the one who you should have been concerned with. It was Valentino. You knew of him from the few times you'd seen Angel Dust be afraid of talking to him, but you had no idea Valentino was planning something sinister.
It all started when you forgot your place one day. Unexpectedly, Val came to the hotel grounds, finding Angel Dust and physically abusing him. You couldn’t stop the visceral reaction coming from beneath you, triggering your demonic powers. You were angry, so angry to the point you completely forgot the reality of the situation, ignoring your mate’s warnings to stay out of it. Eyes blazing, you landed a decent hit across Val’s face, effectively pissing off the overlord to the point where you got added to his list. People who were going to be dead once his red eyes landed on you knew you fucked up. Not just for you, but for your entire family. With the strength only an overlord possessed, he tossed you across the lobby like a ragdoll, making a hole in the wall and you landing in the next room in a tumbling heap.
That alone was enough to push Alastor over the edge. His demon transformation happened faster than any other time in hell, his rage driving the transformation to the point where he truly became the terrifying visage of why he was known as the Radio Demon. He fought Valentino, and it didn’t take long before Alastor drowned in moth’s blood. Ripping him into ribbons until nothing was left save for his heart, which the Radio Demon eagerly and angrily ate, consuming the deceased overlord’s strength for himself.
The worst was yet to come. Cramps blossomed around your abdomen and shot lightning bolts of pain up your spine. You could feel something damp, sticky, and messy pooling between your legs. Fearing the worst, you clamped down on your legs as if you could stop what was coming. You screamed out Alastor’s name like it was your lifeline. With unnatural speed, he came to your aid, weaving a protection spell from his voodoo to prevent any more damage from occurring until he brought you to the hospital. Your friends soon followed the two of you as you came to the hospital, waiting in the room as the doctors worked on you. You panicked and your anxiety shot up, your breathing becoming shallow fast. Alastor tried to comfort you, but it was to no avail. Quickly apologizing, he used his magic to produce a sleeping spell to knock you out and calm you down. It didn’t take long before your world became black.
When you came to, you realized you were in a hospital bed, with Al sitting close by your side. All of the recent memories from before you woke up hit you like a ton of bricks, almost restarting your panic. But then you felt your stomach, the bump you’d come to know these last few months was still there. Relieved tears burned your eyes as your hands held your belly, thanking whoever above that you didn’t lose one of the few blessings that came into your life with no expectation. Hearing your hushed cries, Al woke up and didn’t waste time in taking you into his arms. For the first time in a while, he didn’t say anything. Neither did you. Both of you were just relieved that you didn’t lose the most precious thing between the two of you.
Month 5: You are now halfway through your pregnancy. Your mind still holds nightmares from the previous traumatic event. It was enough to shake you to your core and make you think about a few things. There were definitely a few nights where you woke up screaming, grasping your stomach. Little did you know that your own mate had a few inner demons of his own. You knew something was wrong, and you knew it was your fault. But it still hurt that Alastor didn’t talk as much around you. He didn’t say anything other than what was required, and the silence saddened you. You were so used to him being a chatterbox.
There was definitely a distance between the two of you. It didn’t take long before the silence built up to the point where you wanted him to say anything or even yell at you just to see if y’all were alive. There were worse thoughts of you and him not working out after what you did and how you fucked everything up. Eventually, though, your fears were abated somewhat. Alastor opened up. He couldn’t believe that you would disregard what he said (his warnings were there for good reason) and put your life in danger to the point where you almost lost your life, both you and the baby. You knew you were in the wrong, but you couldn’t stop what had already happened. Angel Dust, while prickly at first, slowly becomes your best friend after going through stuff with the hotel. The spider becomes your family. Alastor hated the loyalty you had to him, and it caused a lot of arguments between you. Between that and your growing mood swings, it felt like an uphill battle sometimes. but eventually came to the point where you had to promise him never to be so reckless again. It took a lot of meaningful conversations throughout the night, but everything came full circle. It would take a while for you to earn his trust again, but the work would be worth it. You loved him too much not to do it.
Month 6: You've both improved this month, becoming more relaxed. Both of you were slowly mending your bond, coming to trust each other more again. These changes were gradual, and it was the best pace for both of you. Speaking of changes, you could definitely feel more of them in your body. It felt like someone had inserted a basketball that rested above your belly button. The skin around your body tightened and stretched as your baby grew, creating some of the most annoying itchy fits you’ve experienced. Poor Alastor earned a slap upside the head for laughing at your dilemma. You were lucky the Radio Demon was in love with you, otherwise your soul would have been pulled into his microphone for that offense.
You were sure you were gaining a pound a week, and you were only going to get bigger. The insecurities about your weight grew in your head like weeds in a garden. No matter how much you pulled them from the soil, more popped up. A wiser part of you knew it was silly, but the emotional part of you took over the driver’s seat and you couldn’t shake your thoughts. You were afraid of becoming like a beluga whale and never returning to more of your normal size. You thought Alastor would lose interest in you, especially with you still blaming yourself for what happened last month. I thought that he would find someone better and abandon you and your child. Of course, Alastor would say you were a silly dame to ever think such things. He knew that you were the only one for him and he would never, under any circumstances, abandon his own flesh and blood. But you didn’t believe him. It was only when he took you into his arms, your head tucked underneath his chin and held you in his arms, that it began to sink in. He reassured you that you never had to question your beauty in his eyes. It wasn’t physical beauty that attracted him to you in the first place, but overall, you were beautiful in your own way. Alastor was happy with that. It’s not often he falls for anyone anyway. Plus, being pregnant with his child, watching your belly grow, brought out a primal instinct in him that made him want to do things that weren’t natural for him in the past.
His need for physical touch came to him like a heatstroke. He wanted to ravish and show you how much he meant to you. For him, it was rare for him to even get physical like this, but you were grateful for it. Both of you have grown and changed during this relationship, and it would only get better from here if both of you put the work into it. Hehehe. Let’s put it this way. He certainly reassured you this time about who you were to him in his life.You held a secret place in his heart, and no one else would be able to have it but you.
Month 7: You've finally reached the end of your pregnancy, and you're starting to feel more of the baby. Your baby shifted downward into the head-first position, which is a good sign, but it put pressure around your pelvic bone. Not to mention you feel like you have to go to the bathroom every thirty minutes. Stretch marks appear gradually around your body. They were more prominent around your breasts, belly, and inner thighs. You were more accepting of these changes after the pep talk Al gave you. It was still remarkable to look at them and see how they branched out as you went further into your pregnancy. It didn’t surprise you, but your heart skipped a beat when the Radio Demon tells you that the stretch marks are a batch of pride.
On top of that, with Alastor's being so tall, you were not surprised about how big your belly had become, but still. That didn’t stop him from being possessive of your belly whatever chance he got. You knew it was adorable, but you playfully had to warn him to give you some space. Additionally, waddling like a penguin was neither cute nor amusing in your eyes, but lord help you when it came to Alastor. The bastard of a troll thought it was adorable, and it only made you glare daggers at him more. But he more than made up for that. He definitely took care of you very well with the massages that helped your aching back and swollen feet. Having him tending to almost your every need felt strange and surreal, and it was a bit awkward. You had the thought that you didn’t deserve him, but you quietly shook those thoughts out of your head.
You had weird cravings like there was no tomorrow, and the contents of those cravings delighted Alastor. You were craving a lot of meat this time. Venison, beef, and chicken. Even bacon. Alastor was more than happy to allow you to try a lot of dishes with his favorite part of the food pyramid. He actually thanked Lucifer that you weren’t vegetarian. He even whipped up some Cajun dishes for you to test your palate. Alastor even hoped that your cravings would turn more into his style and more cannibalistic, but alas, it was not meant to be. You knew you could not change that part of Al, and neither would you try, but that didn’t mean that that type of lifestyle was meant for you. You let Al have his quirks. It was just easier that way. But then your sweet cravings took more of a stranger turn. You loved your ice cream a lot. You always made sure to have a supply of it in the house. But then you craved other things to put in it too, like a strange sundae from hell. At first, you threw in the normal things. Chocolate sauce, chocolate chips, chocolate ribbons, and then you threw in a lot of globs of peanut butter. And then you even threw potato chips into the bowl. And to make it even more interesting, you liked to guzzle it down with orange juice. So to say the least, Alastor was a bit concerned, but he supposed there had been stranger times.
Definitely one of the upsides was the surprise baby shower at the hotel. Unknown to you, Charlie came to Al early, wanting to surprise you. You decided that this was a good time to let you have time to yourself after you almost throttled his throat from driving you nuts being in your space and needing to vary the time you spent with him. Al dropped you off at the hotel to take care of "an errand", reassuring you that it was nothing major. Deciding it was a good time to head inside and spend time with some friends, you stepped into the lobby, not expecting at all to be surprised by the mystery baby shower. Decorations everywhere, presents, cake. You thought it was a birthday or something. Either way, it was really nice and it made you feel grateful to have such a supportive circle of people in your life. You knew you'd have a very different life than the one you have now in hell. Things didn’t seem so bad with them. You can handle all the craziness. You could handle anything thrown your way.
Month 8: There was still one month until departure. You finally came up with a name for your growing baby. If I may add, for both genders. Alastor repeatedly claimed that he had no gender preference when it came to y’all’s child. But secretly, you did come across an adorable sight of Alastor in his armchair the other day. He was happily in his own world, twirling his hands with his snapping motion, with objects floating around and doing various things, like in the scene with Merlin in The Sword in the Stone. There was a sketchbook with a pencil drawing various designs of infant-sized dresses and miniature tailored suits, and the same designs coming to life in many shades of red to match the scheme of Alastor. It made you smile that Al was so passionate about everything he did, especially with his creative hobbies. You couldn’t sew to save your life, so you were glad to have him in that department.
Both of you helped (you really supervised, honestly) with the process of finishing up the nursery. He's got to love Alastor for him to do his snapping motion with his magic and get everything done in a jiffy. Plus, his shadows helped a bit too with the extra finishing touches. You swear your heart must have grown three sizes seeing the finished masterpiece, and that’s when it kind of fully hit you. You and Al were going to be parents. It should have been impossible, given the circumstances of mortal sinners unable to reproduce. However, it was something you couldn’t explain other than the fact that it was a once in a blue moon miracle. It was too late to back out now. Y’all were in this for the long haul.
Month 9: It was finally showtime, and you were eager to be finished with this demonspawn. You had gone through the ringer to get her to the finish line, and it was time for you to be done. Done. Done. Done. Surprisingly, you are actually overdue. With the due date having come and gone, you were still round, tired, and beyond annoyed. It took a lot of energy just to do even simple things. Thankfully, your dreams were going to come true, but hey. You needed to be careful with what you wished for.
Early labor began late one afternoon when you were in the middle of taking a nap. You felt cramps similar to period pains blossoming around your belly, but it wasn’t enough to be majorly painful. You and Al had both done some research on the labor situation.Both of you decided to stay home since he knew how to use his magic to aid you during the birth, but y’all had the hospital as a backup just to be safe (even though reliability in hospitals in hell was rare). You knew that it was better to relax and rest at this early stage of the game. Alastor was more than happy to provide that relaxation for you. Being accustomed to touch after how long you’ve been together, both of you settled down on the couch comfortably. He gathered you into his arms, sitting with his back against the arm of the sofa. You sat in front of him with your back leaning against his chest, really comfortable in his arms. Your head fell against him, just relaxing and breathing as his hands fell around your belly, rubbing small circles into the skin. Both he and you killed time easily by just talking or by listening to some oldies from Al’s uncanny ability to be the "Radio Demon". You fall into a light sleep again, listening to the lullaby of the radio static.
A few hours before midnight, your contractions rose to another level of pain. While you could sleep it off and take your mind away from it, you couldn’t do so anymore. The contractions were coming in more often now; the pain was angry enough to where you gritted your teeth. Alastor knew you needed help to get through this, so he patched in to Charlie, seeing if there was anyone she knew who would be best suited for the job. Surprisingly, that answer came in the form of her own mother: Lilith. Her own mother had a special spot in her heart for other pregnant demons since she knew what actual hell it was to go through labor, especially in this place. She helped the few natural-born demons who worked for her personally give birth if they showed loyalty to her. Since you were Charlie’s friend and stayed close to her, Lilith was more than happy to lend a hand. The gang from the hotel was more than excited to be a part of the birth, but even Charlie knew Alastor wouldn’t want the whole gang at his house in one sitting. So along with Lilith and Charlie, Angel Dust and, reluctantly, Husk, headed for Alastor’s estate, not knowing what would come for them.
You couldn’t lie. Having your best friend with you during this thing really helped you out and helped you endure the pain for a little while longer. Angel Dust felt like he owed you after you tried to save his life from Val, which he was grateful to Al, even though Al had notions of wanting to kill the spider at some point. As long as Angel kept his distance from Smiles, he was good. Al was more happy to have Husk come to his event and tried to push the role of godfather onto him. Husk vehemently refused, arguing he had lost his ability to love a long time ago. Still, that went over Alastor’s head, and he pretty much denied it. But now, with the contractions getting worse, you needed space and everyone out. Lilith took action and ordered the overlord to take you into the bedroom with Charlie following close behind her to help with the birth. Breathing through the pain was hard. You were tired from the pain, lack of sleep, and hunger. You were a mess. The contractions were the worst. Each contraction felt as if you were pushing a watermelon out of a keyhole and the pressure of a bowling ball was sitting right on your pelvis. How big was this damn kid?!
As time ticked on slowly through the painful haze, you only got worse. Waiting for you to be fully dilated felt like a century in hell to pass. Alastor has been supportive through the whole process, encouraging you and being your rock as you edged closer towards the finish line. He was the only thing keeping you moving with all of the pain wearing you out and making it harder to breathe. You screamed at one point and begged for him to push the baby out for you. He felt so sorry and guilty for causing you to be in such a state. He tried to use a painkiller spell through his magic, but it only did so much. You were already at the final stage of labor, and you were in the home stretch of the birth. It wasn’t going to be long now. Lilith guided you through labor, your lighthouse in the sea of confusion as you tried to get to shore. She coached you, telling you when to push and then to take breaks. Alastor continuously gave you sweet nothings in your ears and kissed you, singing your praises for how brave you were and how it was almost over. Soon, instead of just you, there would be another for him to love in his eternal damned life.
Birth was hell. It was a fucking nightmare...but it paid off.
The wailing of your newborn baby girl signaled the end of it. She cried and cried, angry at the world for taking her away from the sweet, dark, and warm place inside of her. Your daughter definitely voiced her outrage, being talkative already at birth. Both you and Alastor knew early on that she was his daughter.
Charlie couldn’t stop the emotional tears streaking down her face, looking at the bloody baby in her mom’s arms. She couldn’t believe she had helped with this. "Wow, mom. This was so crazy…"
"I can definitely agree with that, my love." The Queen of Hell agreed, her silver eyes observing the crying baby in her arms, using a towel to dry her off as much as possible. "You did a wonderful job."
Charlie beamed at her mom, her heart skipping a beat with gaining her mother’s approval. Nearly forgetting her dear friend, she came over to Al, giving him a proud smile. "You did amazing through this, Al. I’m so happy for the two of you."
For once in his life, Alastor was quiet. He was stunned by the silence. "I...I...don’t know how to feel."
Man, if only she had a camera to record that moment.
"How about being happy that you now have a daughter to love and she’s gonna love you back too?" Charlie suggested, now turning to you next. "You get plenty of rest, okay. I’m gonna check in with Angel and Husk and give them the good news. Stay put."
"Don’t worry," you reassured her. "I won’t be able to move much. I feel like I got run over by a truck."
"The only thing she has left is the afterbirth and I’ll help you further with that. Go with the others, Charlie. You need a break." Lilith softly ordered her as she finished cleaning the overlord’s offspring.
Charlie left the bedroom when she felt fully confident everything was okay.
The baby was still crying, wringing her limbs around as Lilith tried to get her dressed. Before she could do so, there was one last thing that needed to be done. Turning to Alastor, the queen brought his baby before him and handed him a pair of scissors. "Would you like to do the honors, Alastor?"
Now? What?
"You need to cut the cord, Alastor." Lilith remarked. "It’s okay, it’s not going to hurt her."
"Are you sure?" Damn this uncertainty.
"No, it won’t at all."
He turned to you, his unsure red eyes waiting for your approval. You nodded back to him. "It’s okay, Alastor. Go on."
With one collected breath, he took the scissors in hand, and took his first step as a father by cutting the cord. He almost flinched, thinking he had caused his daughter pain, but Lilith reassured him once more. "You did well, don’t worry."
"What happens now?" You asked the Queen of Hell wearily.
"Your daughter is now clean and you'll start feeding her soon. Usually, it’s best to do it every two hours. Don’t worry. Everything was going to work out."
In all honesty, Alastor was shocked to see Lilith take care of both you and your child so smoothly and proficiently. The Queen of Hell definitely made sure that people under her wing were provided for to the fullest extent. She guided you through the afterbirth and helped you with the first feeding of your baby. Latching your daughter to your breast was something you never thought you would experience since you never had children before you died. It took a bit of legwork, but it worked. Alastor hung back, giving the women space, trying to mentally process his own emotions through the whole process.
He created a baby. He fathered a baby. He was a father.
How did "father" become a part of his title?
He still didn’t know to this day, but who was he to question it? His heart was already open to the new being in his life from the moment you mentioned your pregnancy to him. It was time to enjoy it.
Lilith finished up with a few last minute tasks before leaving the couple to their privacy as she laid the baby in the bassinet. She was on her way out of the room before Alastor stopped her.
"Thank you, your highness." The overlord said. "For everything."
"You’re welcome, Alastor." She nodded back to him, giving a motherly smile. "I was more than happy to help."
It didn’t take long for her to leave the room and leave you and Alastor alone with your little one.
All of the energy you spent through this ordeal left you limp and heavy with low energy. You had trouble keeping your eyes open, blinking them awake to stay focused on the present. Alastor, taking notice of this, came to your side and brought his hand to caress your cheek.
"You need to sleep, darling." His warm voice curled around you like a warm blanket, and the temptation to sleep was heavier than ever.
"Will you promise me to wake up if she needs something?" You asked softly, your eyes fluttering close as you were ready to pass out.
He nodded to you with a soft grin, eskimo kissing you as he wove a quiet sleep spell over you. "I will...now sleep, mon cherie."
Your eyes finally closed, allowing you to relax into a dreamless sleep.
But now, looking at you resting in bed, Alastor couldn’t help but wonder how such a sweet and kind soul had such a rare strength that came so easily for you, but he struggled with it on a daily basis. Dealing with him and being by his side, and even giving him such a rare gift on top of that. What a marvel you accomplished. He struggled with basic concepts such as kindness, selflessness, and love, being that he rarely received any of that treatment from anyone other than his own beloved mother. And now in hell with you in his life. Every day was a learning moment, but it was worth it.
He ran his fingers through the long strands of your hair, brushing them back away from your face as the sweaty dampness got caught on the edges of his claws. It didn’t bother him a bit. You sweated, cried, and almost died to bring the rarest gift in hell to both of your lives: a child.Your flesh and blood.
He never thought in all of his years that his black heart would have the room to give the two most precious souls he’d come to love a home. Both you and your little one had a home in their hearts, and he’ll be damned before he lets anyone ruin that. Not even the King of Hell himself would be able to take you both away from him. He would rip the fallen angel apart before that could occur. Let’s just hope it will never come to that.
He bent down slowly, pressing his lips against your forehead chastely, almost lingering too long before he stopped. He didn’t want to wake you up from your well-deserved slumber. You poor thing, you were completely tuckered out after the birth.
Speaking of which, most likely an hour later, she decided to vocalize her demands in loud cries, wanting someone to pick her up. Alastor had been reading a book nearby before his ears picked up his offspring’s cries.
His ears shifted in that direction, hearing his little one’s cries. Chuckling to himself, he slowly padded over to the bassinet and gathered his baby girl into his arms. "What are you doing up, my sweet little doe?"
Finally, having her in his arms, he fixed her close to his chest, trying to comfort her as she cried. "Now, now. How can such a beautiful little girl be so sad? We can’t have that, you know," he tutted as he brought his nose to hers in a fatherly eskimo kiss.
But his baby girl wasn’t having it.
She let out a nasty wail, piercing his hearing and letting her cries be practically known throughout the nine circles of hell.
"WAHHHH!!!!!!" his little doe cried out with a vengeance.
Hell, even his shadow whimpered, coming up behind him to see what was wrong, only for him to cover his ears in desperation.
"Oh good hell," he exclaimed in surprise, "that's not going to do. What’s wrong?"
And as if the dolt couldn’t get it, she cried out now at a higher pitch, really waking all of the citizens of hell. (Well, not everyone, but you know the deal).
And then it finally hit Alastor like a wall of bricks.
It finally hit his nose.
"OH FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS DAMNED!" he cursed loudly, to the point where he couldn’t drown out even his daughter’s own cries. And even through all of that, you never even made a peep through the process. Alastor’s sleeping spell really did its work.
Finally, taking care of his daughter’s soiled clothing, he snapped his fingers and the ghastly smell that tried to kill his nose finally disappeared from existence. He replaced her clothes with a pink onesie with (get this) designs of knives within the fabric. Of course, only Al would pull that type of thing. His little doe’s cries finally calmed down to whimpers, her little deer ears finally perked up and pricked forward in alert. Poor Alastor’s heart needed a break from his own child trying to kill him with her supersonic screaming. Finally getting to enjoy her again, he gently rubbed one of her ears, earning him a few happy mewls of approval. She was finally happy again in her daddy’s arms.
"You happy now, you little hellion?" he asked jokingly, shaking his head at her, almost proud. He had held her up right in his arms and in front of him, finding her cute and deadly in her onesie. Yep, she was definitely his kid. And to add to the cuteness, his little girl showed her pleasure by squealing, trying to grab her father's nose in some strange display of affection, her tail wagging happily as she went.
He didn't know what to think, and you could almost imagine the question marks popping like bubbles on top of his head.
This was completely new territory for him. And trust me, deep inside him was enough fear to swallow him whole. He wondered often if he was worthy of having something like this or if he was even going to be a good father in the first place. His father was truly the worst of the worst, and with Alastor's questionable behavior sometimes, it made him doubt himself a lot.
"You, little lady, need to go back to sleep," he whispered to her, shifting the little one back closer to his chest, allowing her fingers to grasp his own. "Lucky me, I have the remedy for that."
Alastor always had a secret weapon that worked every time, even while you were pregnant. To get your little girl to stop kicking you in the middle of the night, Al would sing to your belly and rub small circles into the skin until she settled down. It made your heart skip a beat every time he did that.
Settling into the rocking chair, the deer demon gently pushed the rocker with his feet, allowing the rocking motion to start the process of pushing his baby girl towards the edge of sleep.
As he looked at her in his arms, his own eyes mirrored back the same shade of red coming from her. He watched as the rocking motion slowly edged her closer to giving into her low energy. Seeing this precious bundle wanting to almost purr and snuggle further into his arms, a rush of warm feelings flooded his chest like a dam breaking. All of this was so foreign and new to him, but it was a feeling he didn’t want to fight. It made sense in some ways.The closest thing he could describe this feeling was actually the cliché he used to make fun of for years: love at first sight.
He loved his daughter with all his heart and damned soul.
And none of his past demons and sins that his father scarred him with will ever haunt the good things in your little family.
Before singing to her, his static reached a comfortable and low hum. For your little girl, this was a familiar tune that would always put her to sleep. You even introduced this song to Alastor, and he couldn’t stop himself from enjoying it. After all, Louis Armstrong was a classic. It was a pleasant surprise.
"Hold me close and hold me fast. The magic spell you cast. This is "La vie en rose". When you kiss me, heaven sighs."
Alastor let his voice draw out. His hand, now free, slowly twirled his magic in the air, allowing glowing red notes to float and dance around above your daughter, her eyes enraptured by the pretty colors and lights. The Radio Demon couldn’t stop the soft grin pulling at the corners of his face.
"And though I close my eyes, I see "La vie en rose"."
Watching your little girl, Al smiled a bit more as she tried to fight the sleep and tried to capture the musical notes with her tiny hands. His sweet little doe. He could already see bits of your sweet soul peeking through those beautiful ruby eyes of hers.
"When you press me to your heart, I'm in a world apart. A world where roses bloom."
Slowly winding on the magic, he used his claws to gently start scratching and rubbing one of his little girl's ears to get her more comfortable and even more sleepy. And he was a wizard at putting his baby girl to sleep. You and Alastor definitely agreed that he would take over the duty of putting their little hellion to sleep. After all, he didn’t need as much sleep as you did. You might as well take advantage of that perk as much as you can.
"And when you speak, angels sing from above. Everyday words seem to turn into love songs."
And finally, Alastor won the battle against his daughter in getting her to sleep. She tuckered out and bowed out of this round. Her eyelids closed shut, her chest rising and falling with her breathing and being asleep. His sweet little doe slept against her father's chest, feeling safe and warm in his protective cocoon. The love coursing through his veins, he gently pressed his lips to his sleepy little one’s head in a chaste kiss before finishing the lullaby.
"Give your heart and soul to me, and life will always be "La vie en rose.""
With his daughter asleep soundly in his arms, he found himself in a certain predicament. If he moved her, he’d risk waking your daughter up and starting this process all over again. Deciding it wasn’t worth it, he made himself comfortable in the rocking chair, careful not to jostle her.
"Make sure to wake me up if she gets up." Alastor softly commanded his shadow, watching him nod back to his master and sweep to under the bed, where he could keep an eye on you.After that, Alastor allowed his eyelids a small reprieve.
It wasn’t often that Alastor slept. For him to be tired, it had to be significant. His heart definitely could use a break from all of the excitement that has sparked over the last few days. The brief escape into sleep was more than enough to help him out.
About an hour later, your eyes cracked open, leaving you wondering where you were for a moment. You tried to shift your body, but your bottom half felt so heavy like lead that you could barely move. You couldn’t describe how there were multiple systems in your body that wreaked havoc on your body. You honestly didn’t know how you were starting your first day as a mother, but turning your head, the doubts spinning around washed away at the sight of your mate holding the other love of your life in his arms. Their little hellion was worth all the pain and the work. She’s yours forever.
"Al…" you called out with a yawn.
His shadow woke up in a hurry, whipping from under the bed and gently prodding his master on the shoulder. As Alastor jostled awake, he rubbed his tired eyes with his free hand. His glowing red eyes shifted to his shadow, the same shadow pointing towards the bed you resided in. The deer demon's tired expression has changed to a happier one now that you've awoken. "Hello, my sleeping beauty," he said softly, his soft sharp grin on your face.
"Hey…" you yawned again. "Where is she?"
"She’s right here, sweetheart." He answered you, gently pushing himself off of the rocking chair and settling him on the edge of the bed next to you. "I'm pretty sure she’s going to be hungry soon."
You sent a tired smile to him.
"If anything, she probably has your appetite."
He chuckled to himself. "That I can agree with proudly."
"Can I have her?"
"Let me get her to you then."
With a rare gentleness that not many demons will see, the Radio Demon deposited your daughter into your arms, the warm weight bringing a flood of love steadily streaming through your chest. You felt Alastor’s claws gently bringing the strands of bed hair out of your messy hair out of your face. When she finally settled into your arms, he brought his hand to your cheek, his thumb stroking across the bone. He bent down and pressed his lips against your own in a chaste manner, lingering as he tried to taste you. It didn't take long, like clockwork, for your baby girl to make her presence and demands known.
Your kiss broke when you turned your attention to your daughter’s whimpers. She kept turning her head instinctively to your chest, her hands trying to grab the familiar flesh that she knew would satisfy her needs. She was sharp because she inherited your and her father's animal qualities.
"Hey baby girl," you crooned to her, giving her a sweet smile. Her glowing red eyes blinked up at you and she whimpered as she nudged her head against your chest again, making you try to hold back the tenderness that came with your breasts. Your breasts had turned rock hard and engorged with milk, and you knew you needed to feed her to help ease it out. Her cries began to steadily rise, and you knew what you needed to do, even though you hadn’t done this before.
"Alright, I got ya." You reassured her, lifting part of the slit in your nursing bra up and gently guiding her to try to catch onto the nipple so she could finally feed. Alastor watched all of this, enraptured at the sight before him. He never thought in all of his years that he would even see this or have this in his life. What also amazed him was that even with all of the curveballs, challenges, and bumps thrown at you, you took all of this in stride like a trooper. You showed him that the strongest demons in hell weren’t just the ones full of power or those with enough territory to control.
The strongest demons were the ones who had the grit and the inner strength within their soul, like you. You showed enough times that even when you were at your wit’s end and towards the end of your rope, you held on. At this moment, you held on to the biggest and most precious weight of gold.
"There you go, love." You whispered to your daughter, allowing her to latch on. The weird sensation of her feeding from you was puzzling to process. Your face contorted into a weird look, which caused the father of your child to chuckle just a bit.
"You doing alright, dear?"
"As much as I can be. I hope feeding your daughter is bringing you enough entertainment."
"Trust me, darling." Al brought his arm around your shoulders and kissed your hair before his eyes landed on your daughter, watching with interest. "I think we’re going to have all the entertainment we are going to need for a long time."
You turned to him this time, arching an eyebrow, but giving him a smile all the same. "I love you, Al. But we’re still going to have to keep an eye on her so she can stay out of trouble. It’s still Hell after all."
"I know, sweetheart. But my instincts are telling me she’s going to be a character that Hell won’t be able to hold back. She’s my daughter after all." He boasted proudly, bringing his finger to slightly tickle her feet while she fed.
"She’s our daughter." You reminded him. "At the center of it, I truly think she’s going to have a kind heart. She gets it from both of us, even from you, Al. Even as the Radio Demon, there is love within you. I know that for a fact, and she is going to be loved by both of us so much."
You loved them both so much beyond description.
"Don’t say that too loudly, my love. We don’t want to ruin my reputation," he joked with a teasing smile. He kissed you again before speaking again, his tone reaching low and soft as if he were in a confessional. "But you’re absolutely right. She’s going to be loved by us. And I love both of you so much. There isn’t anything too much I wouldn’t do for you. I would move Heaven and Hell for you both."
Reaching out for his free hand, you squeezed it firmly and nodded back to him with a knowing smile. He returned the same sentiment to you and pressed his forehead to yours, eyes closed, as both of you breathed the other person in. You were there for the other person, and he was as good as you. No one else would compare.
Alastor had to admit it. He didn’t plan on redeeming himself or going to heaven any time soon. No, heaven above was exaggerated. It wasn’t the white pearly gates or the tales of happy ever after that made Heaven the way it was. Everyone's idea of heaven was unique to them.Through everything that had gotten him to this moment, he had learned a valuable lesson, probably the most important of his time. His heaven was in his arms with you and your daughter, right within the circle that encompassed your little family.
And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
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