"Hold still you unholy demon child!!" Hale Dorian shouted on top of his lungs, if not for the perfectly sound proof walls of his room, the neighbourhood would think that he was unto no good.
Unfortunately for him, he was trying to do some good— he really was— but failing miserably at it because the little child wouldn't stop squirming on the bed as Hale tried to change his diapers.
Baby Ahren whined with all his might, squirming and turning over in agitation while Hale tried to grab hold of his hands and keep them in place while he was trying to prod open his diaper.
He poked it in places as the child grumbled.
"Stay still peasant, or I will suffocate you to death!" The teenager threatened, scowling at the child as he shoved off the small pants enclosing the baby's feet. Upon stripping, he found the child's body to be marked with strange symbols and tattoos beautifully etched in his skin. He had seen them yesterday, tried to understand the symbols but the words were absolutely incomprehensible.
Not that he cared.
The child kicked Hale again, and if not for all the muscle he put up by playing sports then he would have landed a whole room across.
Ignoring the skin to be some yet another strange mystery of the bewitching child that Hale couldn't bother himself with, he proceeded to unstick the diaper.
He succeeded.
Only to wish of death in return.
"What the fuck dude, did you eat nuclear waste?! Inhale fucking sewage toxins?! WHAT IS THIS SMELL?!" Hale all but cried out, gagging on thin air. Wrong move, shouldn't have spoken. Now he could feel the smell invade his insides.
The repulsively pungent odour easily took over the enclosed space of his room and surrounded them in a quick minute; Ready to choke Hale with its metaphoric arms.
Cherishing life, Hale ran up to the glass windows and opened them all in a quick motion, sliding out into the open balcony. He wheezed in the fresh air.
Life returned to him momentarily and he looked back at the child, who was now a cackling mess upon seeing Hale's suffering.
"Little bitch," Hale breathed bitterly under his breath as baby Ahren giggled, small bunny teeth shining cutely under the moonlight.
Sucking in a deep breath, Hale covered his nose under one arm and rushed in to pick up Ahren's dirty diaper and run back out with equal haste to throw the diaper out of the balcony.
Quite aimlessly.
Simply.
He didn't care where ever the fuck it would land.
Stomping back inside, he locked the window behind him. The room felt better to breathe in again and Hale didn't want Ahren's baby voices to go out.
Walking up to the child, he scowled at his shining face and glimmering purple eyes. "Try something and I'll throw you down the balcony just like that diaper."
Ahren's smile was immediately replaced by a small cute scowl, eyebrows furrowing and cheeks puffing. Hale rolled his eyes at his antics.
"What, huh, what are you gonna do? Cry about it? Cry in my head? Huh? Will you pee at me? Huh?!" Hale challenged, mockingly, just wanting a reason to run away from home and hide at Aedion's or Elvi's.
But when Ahren's puffy scowl was replaced with a mischievous glimmer in those beautiful purple eyes, Hale regretted ever opening his mouth. Heck, he regretted ever getting up that darned Sunday. Double heck, he regretted moving to town to stay close to his brother and leave his family behind.
He regretted everything.
He regretted looking at Ahren's face and recognizing the shade of pretty pink it made.
He regretted not running away in that instant.
"S-s-stoP!" Hale stuttered out and before Ahren could release the pressure building within, Hale lunged a pillow on the baby's crotch.
And baby Ahren peed.
And the fucking pillow burnt to ashes.
It was his favourite pillow!
A man lives his lives with regrets and maybe Hale had one too many.
Hale screamed. But out of sheer exasperation, nothing but air came out. A dragged, tired, breath of air.
Ahren's face was pure mirth.
Hale cursed his ancestors, thrice in a row, picked up the wet wipes and the diaper set that Nova oh-so-kindly dropped by after driving Ceridwen home, and picked up Ahren's legs to aggressively clean his bum and put him in a new diaper — curtsy the 'how to master that diaper' tutorial he saw on YouTube a little more than 31 times.
Somehow, Ahren was absolutely calm about it. As if being cleaned was suddenly fun and he enjoyed being pampered like a prince.
Though, Hale paid no notice to this. He could care less of the sweet giggles erupting from Ahren and went along the lines of, "Fucking scammer. Always crying your eyes out through everything. Crying in a cradle, crying in a pram, crying in everyone's arms— but you just had to stop and sleep in that weird girl's hug. Always creating troubles for me, little purple eyed demon with tattoos. You aren't even cute, like what the fuck are you and why the fuck can you not stay away from me?!"
As soon as he was done, Hale pulled up the old pants on the child and picked him up. Ahren giggled, a small part inside Hale broke.
"Now off you go demon!" He shouted, opening the window and throwing the baby away with the intensity of a football quarterback.
Tonight would be a peaceful night, Hale thought, locking all the windows and doors closed.
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"Earth. Of all the good old planets grandfather could have sent me on, he chose Earth. Seriously, I could do so much better. I could be ruling magical kingdoms, fighting Cerberus, fishing for treasures in the Atlantis but I was sent to woo a girl. It is a sin to exist if not royalty and here grandfather is sending me to mate a human. The most filthiest lowlives in the entire galaxy?!"
She kicked a stray pebble stranded beside the river bank. It flung into air like a charged meteor and pierced a hole through a concrete bench nearby. The girl gave a satisfied smirk, sharp teeth peeking on either sides of her puckered heart lips.
A gust of wind blew on her furry ears and fluffy tail, making her whimper from the cold. She was barely clad, aside from the fur covering her chest, crotch and paws. Travelling through space and time had burnt her Royal outfits into nonexistence.
"My, My, I guess I'll have to eat someone and steal their clothes. While we're at it, let's cause some chaos," She grinned to herself, brushing a hand through her peach hair she spotted a car driving by. Instantly, she transformed herself into a bunny.
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Millicent Qlint was having a bad day. She woke up late and chipped one of her $705 real diamond nail extensions somewhere in her bathroom. Had to suffer in a 'LINE' at Starbucks because her butler was on maternity leave and her replacement was running late. Then, she got her coffee spat in.
Yes.
Someone spat in her coffee!
Though the barista insisted that the order was exchanged by mistake and the mocha latte with extra whipped cream in her hands was just a revenge prank on ex and not her original order. But Millicent knew better than to accept reasons for her inconveniences. Therefore, she called the manager and got the peasant sacked.
Surely he hates her more now, but meh, who cares? You gotta have haters to thrive.
Thereafter, school was supposed to be fun because The Aedion Dorian —national hot stuff, college stud, the guy with beauty, brains AND manners who also happened to be her childhood love— had a presentation scheduled in her school, and though Millicent hated science more than rough hair extensions, she was so gonna work hard in that presentation class. But, but, BUT! A mousy creature in the form of a girl passed out in between and wrecked havoc!
Her dearest Aedion had gone flying to pick that mousy girl in his arms. It was pathetic to witness and the worst part, Millicent couldn't get to talk to Aedion because as soon as the presentation was over— Aedion and Elvi all but bolted to the infirmary to see that mousy creature.
Why?
That girl didn't even exist before today and suddenly she has high school royalty running after her?!
Millicent could not bear the thought of it.
So she spent the evening prodding Elvi, who came home suspiciously late, and trying to get any information out— but failed like a freaking umbrella in the rain.
"If you don't date that mouse, then why the fuck were you too so chummy together?!" Millicent had complained whilst sitting at the outhouse in a poised stance and sipping on lavender tea with Elvi.
"Sister, my oh my, we go to church every Sunday. Can't have you swearing around on my watch. Drop a grand in the swear jar," The blonde tipped his head to the right, pointing at the crystal swear jar.
Holding up pretences was hard, but it came naturally with Elvi for he cared about his image as much as the rest of Salvatores and Qlints did.
"You're—," Millicent seethed in, controlling her breathing rate, and giggled in the most princess-ly of all fashions. "—a sweetheart, why thank you for reminding me so. I shall do that in an instant. Now tell me about the girl."
Elvi carded a hand through his lush blonde hair and gulped the tea in one go, standing up he shook his head, tongue licking the sweetness on his plush lips. "Don't wanna tell ya," her cousin winked at her and strolled out of the greenhouse, though all Millicent wanted was to throw her block heels at the white blob of his head.
But she didn't, because she was a Lady.
So she decided to conclude her answers by striking the source of the problem and drove all the way to Hale Dorian's place. She stood behind the mansion, parking her car to hide in plain sight— when something flung out of the window and landed on her car roof. It plopped, looking like a diaper, and started dangerously emanating a stench that had Millicent coughing her lungs out like a Tuberculosis patient.
"W-wha-T, the—" she gasped out, running away from her car to catch a breath across the streets when she witnessed Hale open his window and fling something out.
Or rather, someone. Who moved.
What on earth—
The thing was caught in the arms of a strange shadow-like figure, who lulled the crying baby. Patiently.
Millicent's breath hitched. The figure was huge, almost as tall as the height of Hale's mansion and had erupted out of thin air as if it was spying on them. After comforting the child, the pointy shadowy hollow walked away — but not before turning back to spare Millicent a ghastly smile. It had no face, just a mouth, and it smiled at her in the most sinister of ways possible.
Her breathing paced at the creature's retreating figure and cold sweat broke all over her body.
Millicent lost her footing, and fell on the ground, cowering in fear as she crawled backwards. A strong sense of Deja vu embraced her. A memory, hazy and dull, invaded her head. She couldn't pinpoint it, couldn't figure out the details. It was her, walking up to Hale's doorstep with a basket in hand...but she never went to Hale's— and then, in her memory, the black egg of a face of that strange creature popped grimacing.
So, like a normal person— all she did was screech.
And passed out cold on the streets where a bloody rabbit grinned over her unconscious body.
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