"How did it go?"
"Fair enough," Lucifer clicked his tongue as he turned his face to the other side.
"Boring piece of shit," Monica seethed as she cursed at Lucifer with scorn on her face.
"Pray tell me what happened during your little trip, Damien," Monica narrowed her eyes on Eosphorus, acting like she didn't just call him by his real name.
"It was an angel's work," Eosphorus said.
"Is," Lucifer corrected.
"Yes, it is an angel who stole the heir to Hell," Eosphorus said as he narrowed his eyes at the young-looking lady before him, trying to find out the emotions of the mysterious woman.
"Don't sweat it; nothing will work," Monica glanced at Eosphorus with a grim look on her face.
"What's the situation?" Monica turned her attention to Lucifer.
"I have to see my mates," Lucifer said with a serious expression on his face. Monica glared at him sharply.
"Okay, okay. The baby was placed under a 'sleeping spell' and a 'graceless wailing spell,'" Lucifer conceded.
"So what you are trying to say is that the child might not wake up, and we won't be able to know if this child is yours or not?" Monica dryly said.
"Accurate," Lucifer replied.
"That's why you called for my son," Monica said, amused. Eosphorus was intrigued that a woman this young had a grown-up son already. Well, nothing was surprising in the world of supernaturals.
"Yes, he might be the only one who could break this curse," Lucifer explained.
"Hmm, but can I give it a try?" Monica demanded as she outstretched her arms to take the baby from Lucifer's arms, but she stopped when she felt a tense aura oozing off Eosphorus. She retracted her hands as she cleared her throat to say something.
"Well, let me introduce myself. I'm Monica, the Crown Princess of the Jabjongs." Monica introduced herself with her head held high.
"I have a direct bond with Samantha, Damien," Monica finally revealed, looking deep into Eosphorus'/Damien's cold eyes.
"Yes, she's Sam's Auntie," Lucifer clarified.
"Bring the baby," Monica outstretched her hands to collect the infant in her arms.
"He has Sam's eyes," Monica cooed.
'She can't even see its eyes,' Eosphorus thought.
"Trust me, she can," Lucifer dryly said.
"Get out of my head, idiot," Eosphorus glared.
Monica examined the baby in her arms. She placed her hand on the baby's belly, reaching for the child's energy core, but found it was barely there. She closed her eyes in concentration, attempting to channel part of her energy into the baby's core—the keyword being 'tried.' As she attempted the energy transfusion, her eyes widened. The energy repelled back into her core with enough force to make her bleed from her nose. Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked Lucifer in the eyes before stating:
"Let him take a look."
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"Sam, wake up. I'm hungry," Bruno whined as he tapped on Sam's back to rouse him.
"Five more minutes," Sam whined.
"You've said that ten times already!" Bruno complained.
"Baby..." Sam grumbled, his face buried in his fluffy pillow.
"Or don't you love me anymore?" Bruno sniffed, feeling hurt by his mate's negligence. He'd been trying to get Sam up for the past forty-five minutes, but Sam was feeling exceptionally lazy today.
Sam heard his mate's broken voice and quickly sat up, hitting his head on the headboard of the bed. Ignoring the slight pain, he focused on his upset mate.
"Bruno, you know that's a lie," Sam said as he pulled Bruno closer, placing him on his folded legs.
"You really are something," Bruno said with a sniff, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.
"You know I love you. I'm sorry for hurting you. Please forgive this stupid mate of yours," Sam said, burying his face in Bruno's belly.
"I love you too," Bruno replied, a tear dropping from his eye. Sam looked up when he heard his mate's broken voice.
"Why are you being so emotional? Please don't cry," Sam pleaded, hugging Bruno tightly.
"I miss them!" Bruno burst out with a loud sob. Sam knew he was talking about their mate and son.
"Me too," Sam sadly said, clenching his fists.
"Please stop crying, I beg you. It hurts to see you cry," Sam pleaded desperately.
"I'm sorry!" Bruno said in between sobs.
"Stop crying." Sam cupped Bruno's cheeks and kissed him all over his face.
"It tickles," Bruno half-sobbed, half-giggled. The weird mix made Sam give out a breathy chuckle. He continued to assault his mate's face, which resulted in Bruno snorting quite loudly.
Sam smiled lovingly at his mate as he stopped his attacks on his mate's face.
"You are so beautiful," Sam said, astonished by his mate's beauty; which in turn made Bruno beet red.
"Aw, so cute," Sam cooed at his mate's cuteness. Bruno puffed out his cheeks.
"Carry me," Bruno whined, clinging to Sam like a koala bear.
"Let's go to the drawing-room first, then I'll inform one of the maids to prepare something for you," Sam said, wrapping his arms around Bruno as he stood up and headed for the drawing room.
As they neared the drawing room, they heard hushed voices from the room.
"Who is there?" Bruno asked Sam.
Sam shrugged.
"Let's find out," Sam breathed out.
As Sam stepped into the room, his eyes opened wide with shock. His legs almost gave out as uncontrollable tears spilled from his honey-brown eyes. Bruno was confused as to why Sam suddenly stopped walking.
"What's-" Bruno cut himself off when he saw the tears on his lover's face. Sam was frozen, looking past Bruno.
"Why are you crying?" Bruno worriedly asked as he tapped his mate's cheeks with his small hands to get his attention. Sam's gaze didn't move from what his eye sockets were bulging at.
"Wha-" Bruno was cut off when Sam lowly whispered, more tears spilling out:
"Lucifer."