Yesterday was my first encounter with my father. Strange, that's for sure. I don't know his name and mother's name yet. But, I have no intention of getting to know my father. He is crazy. Giving his youngest son a pet demon. What kind of a psychopath does that?
... My dad.
But at the same time, I'm somewhat curious about this pet demon. Is it like Cerberus? A disfigured demonkind? If it's scary, it's going to give me nightmares for eternity.
I never see any demons around my brothers before. Does that mean he didn't give them pet demons? Why only me? Because I inherited his power?
I wouldn't know unless I grew up. I'll ask my father about it when I can talk.
I turned my head to the side when I heard the door creak.
"Where's my favorite little baby brother-!"
"Aga!"
Christopher! I excitedly kicked my legs inside my crib. Christopher smiled brightly at me.
Where have you been? It's almost been a week since I last saw your angelic face!
"Aguu!" I reached my hands to him. Christopher understood and lifted me carefully.
"Oof, you've gotten bigger. Stay small, okay?" Christopher chuckled softly and giving me small kisses on my cheeks.
"Aga!" I laughed happily.
Sure, it's strange that he's kissing me like this. I'm a twenty-year-old guy inside of a four-month-old baby. But since I've been in this body for a while, my mind started to think like one. I like getting Christopher's attention. My new brother. Favorite, lovely, angelic brother.
"..."
Oh! I didn't even notice him until Christopher turned his body around. There's Sylvester fidgeting while looking at me shyly. It's been four months, but he's still very distant. This is the second time he had ever visit me.
"Sylvester is a bit shy. But he's scared you won't remember him if you don't see him often," Christopher explained.
Sylvester's face redden. He looked down at his blouse while fiddling with his thumbs. I looked at Slyvester. Oh, I thought he hated me. Time to activate my charm card!
"Agu!"
"Aaaw," Christopher's eyes sparkled and showered me with kisses on the cheeks.
Sylvester's face reddened even more.
".. C-Cute," He mentioned, glancing shyly at me. He then covered his face with his hands.
No Sylvester, you're the cutest one here.
Maybe I should tease him a little more?
I reached my short arms to him while giggling. He gasped. Visibly flustered.
"He wants you to carry him," Christopher said happily.
"B-But! I'll drop him!" Sylvester shrilled in panic. He waved his hands in front of him and took a couple of steps back.
"Ng," I pouted sadly, furrowed my eyebrows sadly.
"Look at his face Ves," Christopher furrowed as well, rubbed his cheek with mine.
Sylvester's eyes began to well up. He bit his bottom lip and trembled.
This is too cute.
Then slowly, Sylvester reached his hands to me. His hands are shaking. Christopher looked at his trembling hands and smiled innocently.
"Maybe not," He said. I nod my head in agreement.
I don't want to injure my handsome babyface.
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In another place, exactly a large office. There's a man writing something on a paper. Papers stacked on each side of his desk. The man lifted his head when he heard a knock on the door.
"Come in,"
The door opened after he said that. It was his most trusted informant, Chael Lenchester. He closed the door behind him and walked closer to the man's desk. He bowed his head.
"I've found him. The Coordinator is born in the Conover house. He's the youngest son of Duke Rothe Conover,"
The man opened his eyes wide. An eerie smile formed on his face. He put his feather pen to the side and stood up.
"Call one of your men. Order him to take the baby,"