Kaiden Dubois

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Kaiden felt his heart sink to his stomach when he heard his fathers voice in his ears after he had forced the door to his room open, a soft curse escaping him. He flinched away from Sammy, turning his head away from where it had been so close to his, almost inches away from his lips and he shuffled back on the bed. He crossed his legs into a basket and ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to seem casual, like nothing was happening but he knew it wouldn’t work, Pierre wasn’t stupid.

Coughing awkwardly, he swallowed the lump in his throat and steadied his breathing, his eyes darting between Sammy’s confused face and Pierre who lingered in the doorway with his arms crossed and his brows furrowed.

But he couldn’t and he was stuck now, he had to face the music and answer to his father, whether he bullshitted his way out of it using a lie or to own up and be honest with him, he was going to have to do something, and fast.

Pierre looked between the two for a moment before leaving the room, slamming the door so hard it made the boys jump. Sammy watched him leave with wide eyes then immediately turned to Kaiden, not really sure what to say. He was terrified for him. He grabbed his shaking hand and held it tight, hoping it calmed him down a little.

Kaiden’s voice was cut off by the door slamming shut, his father’s loud footsteps getting further and further away as he moved down the staircase. He knew where he would be, as soon as Sammy left, Kaiden would find him sitting at the kitchen table, a drink in his large, scale-covered hands and a look of pure rage on his face. His eyebrow would twitch and his leg would bounce up and down on the ground as he attempted to contain his anger, if Kaiden was lucky he would manage that and would keep his hands to himself. But Kaiden had never been the lucky one.

Screwing his eyes shut, the demon shook his head when Sammy spoke whilst a few stray tears slipped out of his closed eyes and down his cheeks where the pooled at his chin and dropped down onto the bedsheets. Shrugging and opening his eyes, he squeezed Sammy’s hand and shuffled closer, bumping the tips of their noses together and sighing, savouring the moment of silence and peace, the calm before the storm. He forced himself to pull away with another sigh before getting up off the bed and lifting the boy's bag off the floor to help him put his things away.  

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Kaiden felt his heart sink to his stomach when he heard his fathers voice in his ears after he had forced the door to his room open, a soft curse escaping him. He flinched away from Sammy, turning his head away from where it had been so close to his, almost inches away from his lips and he shuffled back on the bed. He crossed his legs into a basket and ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to seem casual, like nothing was happening but he knew it wouldn’t work, Pierre wasn’t stupid.

Coughing awkwardly, he swallowed the lump in his throat and steadied his breathing, his eyes darting between Sammy’s confused face and Pierre who lingered in the doorway with his arms crossed and his brows furrowed.

But he couldn’t and he was stuck now, he had to face the music and answer to his father, whether he bullshitted his way out of it using a lie or to own up and be honest with him, he was going to have to do something, and fast.

{ @sshort-circuitt }

Kaiden mustered up a small smile when he saw how excited the boy got at simply seeing his face. Sticking his hands in the pocket of his leather jacket, he twisted his hips from side to side and tapped the tip of his boots off the ground as he tried not to seem nervous. He really was though, he hadn’t been able to get the boys face out of his mind since they spent hours in the diner sharing from the whiskey bottle and he had left so drunk he forgot to even ask for his name or his number. 

So after a few days, he built up the courage to walk all the way back to seek him out, telling himself over and over again that there was nothing to be nervous about and that he was just here to get some lunch and chat.

He held the tray in his hands to his chest as the boy spoke, smiling as he went on and almost giggling at how nervous he seemed to be, finding it kind of cute. He bit his lip when he asked him about his name though, quickly coming up with an excuse for having such an unusual name.

Drumming his fingertips on the table, he stuck his lip ring between his teeth and tugged on it, nodding his head at K1′s question. His eyes trailed up and down as he studied the way he stood and acted, almost as if he was embarrassed but when he caught the smile on his face, that possibility left his head and he determined he was just a happy individual.

{ @dxddyissuess }

K1 looked up from cleaning up a table when he heard the door open and the bell jingle as a boy came in, soaked from the rain and looking kind of upset. He gave him a smile and straightened up, sitting the little spray bottle down.

K1 sat the cloth down and pulled the rubber gloves off of his hands, sitting them down too before heading over to the counter where his bag was sat. He rummaged through it and found a bottle of whiskey, smiling and sitting it to the side so he could take his apron off and toss it into his bag, grabbing the bottle and taking it over to the boy, sitting it in front of him. He wouldn’t usually share with humans, but this boy wasn’t human, he knew that right away. Something was off, he was different. With humans, he could know most anything about them from the first glance. Their name, age, etc, he was programmed to be able to do that. But with this boy? Nothing.

Kaiden straightened up when the bottle was placed in front of him. making quick work of opening it up and drinking straight from the bottle, savouring the taste of the liquor as it burned his throat. Not many people could drink whiskey straight, he supposed he got that from his father. Looking up at the boy through dark, damp locks, he caught his eye and began studying him after downing almost half the bottle, wiping a small dribble of whiskey from the corner of his mouth and wincing when he tugged on his lip ring. 

He wasn’t human, that much was obvious, if the purple eyes weren’t enough, the smell wasn’t like that of a human. But it wasn’t a race he was able to pick up on straight away, and while he talked, he ran through the thoughts and memories in his mind to attempt to identify what exactly he was.

K1 realised he was staring when they both caught eyes and quickly looked away, turning back to finish cleaning up the tables, but sticking close to the boy. He forgot he couldn’t just stand so still sometimes and that he had to simulate breathing, he caught himself forgetting more and more recently. If he kept it up, someone would end up noticing. He seemed to be doing okay at acting human so far though. 

He looked over at the boy when he spoke, remembering to breathe this time whilst still cleaning.

He couldn’t help but laugh at the way he acted, it was a bit odd but it amused him nonetheless, it was almost as if the boy had forgotten how to breathe. Crossing one leg over the other, he relaxed a little and kept a hold of the bottle with one hand and rested his arm over the back of the chair.

{ @dxddyissuess }

K1 looked up from cleaning up a table when he heard the door open and the bell jingle as a boy came in, soaked from the rain and looking kind of upset. He gave him a smile and straightened up, sitting the little spray bottle down.

K1 sat the cloth down and pulled the rubber gloves off of his hands, sitting them down too before heading over to the counter where his bag was sat. He rummaged through it and found a bottle of whiskey, smiling and sitting it to the side so he could take his apron off and toss it into his bag, grabbing the bottle and taking it over to the boy, sitting it in front of him. He wouldn’t usually share with humans, but this boy wasn’t human, he knew that right away. Something was off, he was different. With humans, he could know most anything about them from the first glance. Their name, age, etc, he was programmed to be able to do that. But with this boy? Nothing.

Kaiden straightened up when the bottle was placed in front of him. making quick work of opening it up and drinking straight from the bottle, savouring the taste of the liquor as it burned his throat. Not many people could drink whiskey straight, he supposed he got that from his father. Looking up at the boy through dark, damp locks, he caught his eye and began studying him after downing almost half the bottle, wiping a small dribble of whiskey from the corner of his mouth and wincing when he tugged on his lip ring. 

He wasn’t human, that much was obvious, if the purple eyes weren’t enough, the smell wasn’t like that of a human. But it wasn’t a race he was able to pick up on straight away, and while he talked, he ran through the thoughts and memories in his mind to attempt to identify what exactly he was.

K1 realised he was staring when they both caught eyes and quickly looked away, turning back to finish cleaning up the tables, but sticking close to the boy. He forgot he couldn’t just stand so still sometimes and that he had to simulate breathing, he caught himself forgetting more and more recently. If he kept it up, someone would end up noticing. He seemed to be doing okay at acting human so far though. 

He looked over at the boy when he spoke, remembering to breathe this time whilst still cleaning.

He couldn’t help but laugh at the way he acted, it was a bit odd but it amused him nonetheless, it was almost as if the boy had forgotten how to breathe. Crossing one leg over the other, he relaxed a little and kept a hold of the bottle with one hand and rested his arm over the back of the chair.

{ @dxddyissuess }

K1 looked up from cleaning up a table when he heard the door open and the bell jingle as a boy came in, soaked from the rain and looking kind of upset. He gave him a smile and straightened up, sitting the little spray bottle down.

K1 sat the cloth down and pulled the rubber gloves off of his hands, sitting them down too before heading over to the counter where his bag was sat. He rummaged through it and found a bottle of whiskey, smiling and sitting it to the side so he could take his apron off and toss it into his bag, grabbing the bottle and taking it over to the boy, sitting it in front of him. He wouldn’t usually share with humans, but this boy wasn’t human, he knew that right away. Something was off, he was different. With humans, he could know most anything about them from the first glance. Their name, age, etc, he was programmed to be able to do that. But with this boy? Nothing.

Kaiden straightened up when the bottle was placed in front of him. making quick work of opening it up and drinking straight from the bottle, savouring the taste of the liquor as it burned his throat. Not many people could drink whiskey straight, he supposed he got that from his father. Looking up at the boy through dark, damp locks, he caught his eye and began studying him after downing almost half the bottle, wiping a small dribble of whiskey from the corner of his mouth and wincing when he tugged on his lip ring. 

He wasn’t human, that much was obvious, if the purple eyes weren’t enough, the smell wasn’t like that of a human. But it wasn’t a race he was able to pick up on straight away, and while he talked, he ran through the thoughts and memories in his mind to attempt to identify what exactly he was.

{ @dxddyissuess }

K1 looked up from cleaning up a table when he heard the door open and the bell jingle as a boy came in, soaked from the rain and looking kind of upset. He gave him a smile and straightened up, sitting the little spray bottle down.

{ @dxddyissuess }

Rose jumped when she heard a voice coming from behind her. She’d been sitting on the sofa for hours now, the only sounds being Lani’s soft snores- poor thing had fallen asleep a while ago, they were both exhausted from looking for Kaiden- and her own quiet sobs, so the sudden voice scared her. She turned around as soon as she heard it, gasping when she saw who it was and quickly got up off of the sofa, going over to Kaiden. Seeing him only made her cry even more. She immediately pulled the boy in for a tight hug, standing on the tips of her toes and crying into his shoulder.

❝ Missed you too… ❞

Hushing Rosemary again, he pulled back and slipped his hand into hers, carefully tugging her out of the living room and into the kitchen where he shut the door and leaned against it. His face quickly screwed up and he ran a shaky hand through his messy hair whilst he tried his best not to cry.

He rested his elbows on the table and hid his face in his hands, he couldn’t decide if he was too ashamed to look at her or if he was too angry to look at her, he never found an answer so he just spoke with a muffled voice, still shaking his head.

{ @dxddyissuess }

Rose jumped when she heard a voice coming from behind her. She’d been sitting on the sofa for hours now, the only sounds being Lani’s soft snores- poor thing had fallen asleep a while ago, they were both exhausted from looking for Kaiden- and her own quiet sobs, so the sudden voice scared her. She turned around as soon as she heard it, gasping when she saw who it was and quickly got up off of the sofa, going over to Kaiden. Seeing him only made her cry even more. She immediately pulled the boy in for a tight hug, standing on the tips of her toes and crying into his shoulder.

❝ Missed you too... ❞

Hushing Rosemary again, he pulled back and slipped his hand into hers, carefully tugging her out of the living room and into the kitchen where he shut the door and leaned against it. His face quickly screwed up and he ran a shaky hand through his messy hair whilst he tried his best not to cry.

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His breath hitched in his voice when he heard the deep, accented yet tired voice from further ahead in the darkness, the cell stunk of what could only be described as rot, although it wasn’t coming from Pierre, it’s scent was one that was unfamiliar, yet the boy swore he had sensed it before. Kaiden stopped moving in mostly fear, his brows furrowing in thought as he pondered on what to say. He’d lived eighteen years not knowing who either of his parents are and suddenly everything had come to light, his mother was dead and his father was banished away to these dungeons, never to see the sun again. 

To say he was nervous would be the biggest understatement Hell had ever seen. His grip on the stick tightened, finally taking the few steps closer and holding the burning flame out in front of him to lay eyes on his father for the first time.

He looked awful, his face was hollow and sunken, bruised and covered in dirt. A thick stubble grew around his face, covering the tattoos inked into his skin and his body was hunched over, boney and malnourished, yet he still looked as though he could kill a man with one punch. He looked like a completely different person from the photos his mother had left him, but underneath the layers of dust and age, Kaiden could see how much the two looked alike. If you were to stand him next to his two sons, you wouldn’t be able to tell who was who.

He could tell he was somehow related to him as soon as he saw him. The boy looked so much like Ezra, his first thought was that he was his son. But he didn’t seem to have any of the angel in him at all, which confused him until the boy spoke.

He stood in silence for a few moments, his hands trembling as the demon’s simple presence terrified him, but he told himself to get a grip. This was his father, his real, biological father, sure he had done bad things like everyone had told him but Kaiden had spent all his life wondering who his parents could be, he wasn’t going to back out now and if his father was truly as fearsome and powerful as he had read, he would be a fool to show weakness in front of him.

He didn’t seem to be very happy, almost as if he was irritated by his presence which surprised Kaiden, if this was him, he’d be crying at the first sign of life in over twenty years but Pierre was not phased at all, he simply stared him down and balled his large, scaled hands into fists.

❝ They never talked about you, anytime I asked they would avoid the subject or brush me off. Rosemary tried telling me that Lanius was my father and she was my mother for a while but it’s pretty easy to see that’s not true. Me neither, he bugs me but I have to deal with him because Rosemary is in love with him… Yeah, they’re married now so Ezra will be King one day, with Esther as Queen. They have kids too, hybrids like them❞

When his mother’s skeleton was mentioned, his head snapped up almost dangerously and he scuttled even further away, his breathing heavy and he quickly rubbed at his hands as if has gotten something on them despite not ever touching the pile of bones. Tears filled his steel coloured eyes and he tried to blink them away, but it was too much for him and he turned his head to face in any direction but the bones, forcing himself to look Pierre straight in his eye so he didn’t have to acknowledge it any further.

Pierre couldn’t care less about Kaiden being upset about Tay. His face was blank at first, he felt nothing for him, but forced himself to give the boy a comforting smile, reaching out to pat his shoulder.

Kaiden screwed his eyes shut but that did nothing to stop the tears rolling down his face and onto the dirt floor beneath them. He flinched a little when Pierre’s firm, strong hand came down upon his shoulder but the comforting motions and supportive squeeze he got encouraged him to force his eyes open and wipe his tears away, his eyes darting between the skeleton and Pierre’s scaled face. 

He really could see both himself and his brother in the man’s eyes, even though his face was not human, he knew that his mother was telling the truth and that he had finally found his father. He wasn’t going to let him go anytime soon.

Pierre rubbed Kaiden’s shoulder with his scaled hand, his smile growing wide when the boy looked back at him and wiped his tears away, showing off his sharp teeth.

Kaiden watched Pierre and couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips when he saw the rows of pointed teeth that matched his own. Nodding, he stood from his spot and disappeared into the darkness of the dungeon, out of Pierre’s sight but shortly after, a mixture of disgusting sounds filled the air. Cracking bones and tearing flesh, then what sounded like hooves on the concrete, getting further and further away before coming to an abrupt halt. The guard couldn’t even scream before he was ripped to shreds, his blood splattering the walls and dousing a few torches that lit the hallways of the dungeon. Kaiden returned, soaked in blood and no longer human, but a mixture of demon and succubi, with large and tattered wings of a pale grey colour sprouting from his back, accompanied by a pointed tail matched the wings and swished around behind him. Rough, sharp horns that seemed almost marbled, protruded from the top of his head, sprouting through the dark locks that were damp with blood that was not his. 

The keys jingled as the boy made quick work of unlocking the chains that bound his father, taking comfort in hearing them clatter to the floor one by one. He moved to the painful metal collar that was wrapped around Pierre’s neck and unlocked it, tugging it off but keeping a hold of it for symbolism. He began to wonder how it would look around Vivian’s neck.

Pierre watched his son get up and walk off, listening to the sound of flesh ripping with a smile. He turned his attention to his scale covered arms, realising he didn’t even remember what he looked like. How he looked didn’t matter to him much, but the fact he couldn’t even remember his own face kind of bothered him.

He grinned when Kaiden returned covered in blood, and let him unlock his chains, his hands flying to his neck to rub the irritated skin once the collar was off. He slowly pushed himself up off the ground, his bones loudly cracking as he moved and stretched his arms above his head.

Kaiden placed a supporting hand on his father’s shoulder, ready to help him should he need it but when he stood up, Kaiden smile and stood back, letting him stretch his aching bones after years of being in the same place, hearing the bones crack and snap back into place. Nodding, he allowed his father to leave the cell first, following him and ducking his head down as he walked through the doorway, slightly grazing the metal doorframe with his horns. 

They moved quickly and quietly, son following his father as they weaved through corridors and narrow pathways, crossing paths with a few single guards but the boy made quick work of slitting their throats and tearing their heads off as they went. They eventually stopped at the base of a large set of stairs. Kaiden could smell Vivian from where he stood, his nose twitching and he felt the scales on his body rippling the thought of another kill.

As soon as Pierre was stable he started to lead the way out of the dungeons and through the castle, letting Kaiden kill whoever they came across. He stopped as soon as he smelled Vivian, his cat-like eyes dialating even more than they already were.

❝ The dutchess is there, she’s asleep but we’ll need to be quick in case she wakes up. ❞

Vivian sighed and used her free hand to rub her temples then balled her hand into a fist, rubbing it into her eye sockets with a groan. She let the quill rest on her desk so she could take a small break, leaning back in her chair before stretching her hands above her hand, smiling at the feeling of her bones popping back into place and cracking after hours of sitting in the same spot. However, her smile quickly faded when she sensed a familiar scent at her door, one she knew but couldn’t clearly identify just yet. 

Standing up, her chair scraped against the floor quietly and she crossed over to the doors, stopping a few steps away from it with her heart pounding in her chest, her nostrils twitching as her amber eyes flared and she felt the fangs begin to protrude from her gums. The scent was worrying her, it almost smelt like…

❝ Vivian, please... Please help me. ❞

The vampire's eyes widened when Kaiden’s familiar voice met her ears and she panicked, worrying for the boy's safety and she quickly ran to her door, throwing them open and stepping out, covering her mouth when she saw him on the ground, covered in blood. 

❝ Oh, Kaiden, what have you done? ❞  

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His breath hitched in his voice when he heard the deep, accented yet tired voice from further ahead in the darkness, the cell stunk of what could only be described as rot, although it wasn’t coming from Pierre, it’s scent was one that was unfamiliar, yet the boy swore he had sensed it before. Kaiden stopped moving in mostly fear, his brows furrowing in thought as he pondered on what to say. He’d lived eighteen years not knowing who either of his parents are and suddenly everything had come to light, his mother was dead and his father was banished away to these dungeons, never to see the sun again. 

To say he was nervous would be the biggest understatement Hell had ever seen. His grip on the stick tightened, finally taking the few steps closer and holding the burning flame out in front of him to lay eyes on his father for the first time.

He looked awful, his face was hollow and sunken, bruised and covered in dirt. A thick stubble grew around his face, covering the tattoos inked into his skin and his body was hunched over, boney and malnourished, yet he still looked as though he could kill a man with one punch. He looked like a completely different person from the photos his mother had left him, but underneath the layers of dust and age, Kaiden could see how much the two looked alike. If you were to stand him next to his two sons, you wouldn’t be able to tell who was who.

He could tell he was somehow related to him as soon as he saw him. The boy looked so much like Ezra, his first thought was that he was his son. But he didn’t seem to have any of the angel in him at all, which confused him until the boy spoke.

He stood in silence for a few moments, his hands trembling as the demon’s simple presence terrified him, but he told himself to get a grip. This was his father, his real, biological father, sure he had done bad things like everyone had told him but Kaiden had spent all his life wondering who his parents could be, he wasn’t going to back out now and if his father was truly as fearsome and powerful as he had read, he would be a fool to show weakness in front of him.

He didn’t seem to be very happy, almost as if he was irritated by his presence which surprised Kaiden, if this was him, he’d be crying at the first sign of life in over twenty years but Pierre was not phased at all, he simply stared him down and balled his large, scaled hands into fists.

❝ They never talked about you, anytime I asked they would avoid the subject or brush me off. Rosemary tried telling me that Lanius was my father and she was my mother for a while but it’s pretty easy to see that’s not true. Me neither, he bugs me but I have to deal with him because Rosemary is in love with him… Yeah, they’re married now so Ezra will be King one day, with Esther as Queen. They have kids too, hybrids like them❞

When his mother’s skeleton was mentioned, his head snapped up almost dangerously and he scuttled even further away, his breathing heavy and he quickly rubbed at his hands as if has gotten something on them despite not ever touching the pile of bones. Tears filled his steel coloured eyes and he tried to blink them away, but it was too much for him and he turned his head to face in any direction but the bones, forcing himself to look Pierre straight in his eye so he didn’t have to acknowledge it any further.

Pierre couldn’t care less about Kaiden being upset about Tay. His face was blank at first, he felt nothing for him, but forced himself to give the boy a comforting smile, reaching out to pat his shoulder.

Kaiden screwed his eyes shut but that did nothing to stop the tears rolling down his face and onto the dirt floor beneath them. He flinched a little when Pierre’s firm, strong hand came down upon his shoulder but the comforting motions and supportive squeeze he got encouraged him to force his eyes open and wipe his tears away, his eyes darting between the skeleton and Pierre’s scaled face. 

He really could see both himself and his brother in the man’s eyes, even though his face was not human, he knew that his mother was telling the truth and that he had finally found his father. He wasn’t going to let him go anytime soon.

Pierre rubbed Kaiden’s shoulder with his scaled hand, his smile growing wide when the boy looked back at him and wiped his tears away, showing off his sharp teeth.

Kaiden watched Pierre and couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips when he saw the rows of pointed teeth that matched his own. Nodding, he stood from his spot and disappeared into the darkness of the dungeon, out of Pierre’s sight but shortly after, a mixture of disgusting sounds filled the air. Cracking bones and tearing flesh, then what sounded like hooves on the concrete, getting further and further away before coming to an abrupt halt. The guard couldn’t even scream before he was ripped to shreds, his blood splattering the walls and dousing a few torches that lit the hallways of the dungeon. Kaiden returned, soaked in blood and no longer human, but a mixture of demon and succubi, with large and tattered wings of a pale grey colour sprouting from his back, accompanied by a pointed tail matched the wings and swished around behind him. Rough, sharp horns that seemed almost marbled, protruded from the top of his head, sprouting through the dark locks that were damp with blood that was not his. 

The keys jingled as the boy made quick work of unlocking the chains that bound his father, taking comfort in hearing them clatter to the floor one by one. He moved to the painful metal collar that was wrapped around Pierre’s neck and unlocked it, tugging it off but keeping a hold of it for symbolism. He began to wonder how it would look around Vivian’s neck.

Pierre watched his son get up and walk off, listening to the sound of flesh ripping with a smile. He turned his attention to his scale covered arms, realising he didn’t even remember what he looked like. How he looked didn’t matter to him much, but the fact he couldn’t even remember his own face kind of bothered him.

He grinned when Kaiden returned covered in blood, and let him unlock his chains, his hands flying to his neck to rub the irritated skin once the collar was off. He slowly pushed himself up off the ground, his bones loudly cracking as he moved and stretched his arms above his head.

Kaiden placed a supporting hand on his father’s shoulder, ready to help him should he need it but when he stood up, Kaiden smile and stood back, letting him stretch his aching bones after years of being in the same place, hearing the bones crack and snap back into place. Nodding, he allowed his father to leave the cell first, following him and ducking his head down as he walked through the doorway, slightly grazing the metal doorframe with his horns. 

They moved quickly and quietly, son following his father as they weaved through corridors and narrow pathways, crossing paths with a few single guards but the boy made quick work of slitting their throats and tearing their heads off as they went. They eventually stopped at the base of a large set of stairs. Kaiden could smell Vivian from where he stood, his nose twitching and he felt the scales on his body rippling the thought of another kill.

As soon as Pierre was stable he started to lead the way out of the dungeons and through the castle, letting Kaiden kill whoever they came across. He stopped as soon as he smelled Vivian, his cat-like eyes dialating even more than they already were.

❝ The dutchess is there, she’s asleep but we’ll need to be quick in case she wakes up. ❞

Vivian sighed and used her free hand to rub her temples then balled her hand into a fist, rubbing it into her eye sockets with a groan. She let the quill rest on her desk so she could take a small break, leaning back in her chair before stretching her hands above her hand, smiling at the feeling of her bones popping back into place and cracking after hours of sitting in the same spot. However, her smile quickly faded when she sensed a familiar scent at her door, one she knew but couldn’t clearly identify just yet. 

Standing up, her chair scraped against the floor quietly and she crossed over to the doors, stopping a few steps away from it with her heart pounding in her chest, her nostrils twitching as her amber eyes flared and she felt the fangs begin to protrude from her gums. The scent was worrying her, it almost smelt like...

{ @hhopeless-romvnticc }

His breath hitched in his voice when he heard the deep, accented yet tired voice from further ahead in the darkness, the cell stunk of what could only be described as rot, although it wasn’t coming from Pierre, it’s scent was one that was unfamiliar, yet the boy swore he had sensed it before. Kaiden stopped moving in mostly fear, his brows furrowing in thought as he pondered on what to say. He’d lived eighteen years not knowing who either of his parents are and suddenly everything had come to light, his mother was dead and his father was banished away to these dungeons, never to see the sun again. 

To say he was nervous would be the biggest understatement Hell had ever seen. His grip on the stick tightened, finally taking the few steps closer and holding the burning flame out in front of him to lay eyes on his father for the first time.

He looked awful, his face was hollow and sunken, bruised and covered in dirt. A thick stubble grew around his face, covering the tattoos inked into his skin and his body was hunched over, boney and malnourished, yet he still looked as though he could kill a man with one punch. He looked like a completely different person from the photos his mother had left him, but underneath the layers of dust and age, Kaiden could see how much the two looked alike. If you were to stand him next to his two sons, you wouldn’t be able to tell who was who.

He could tell he was somehow related to him as soon as he saw him. The boy looked so much like Ezra, his first thought was that he was his son. But he didn’t seem to have any of the angel in him at all, which confused him until the boy spoke.

He stood in silence for a few moments, his hands trembling as the demon’s simple presence terrified him, but he told himself to get a grip. This was his father, his real, biological father, sure he had done bad things like everyone had told him but Kaiden had spent all his life wondering who his parents could be, he wasn’t going to back out now and if his father was truly as fearsome and powerful as he had read, he would be a fool to show weakness in front of him.

He didn’t seem to be very happy, almost as if he was irritated by his presence which surprised Kaiden, if this was him, he’d be crying at the first sign of life in over twenty years but Pierre was not phased at all, he simply stared him down and balled his large, scaled hands into fists.

❝ They never talked about you, anytime I asked they would avoid the subject or brush me off. Rosemary tried telling me that Lanius was my father and she was my mother for a while but it’s pretty easy to see that’s not true. Me neither, he bugs me but I have to deal with him because Rosemary is in love with him… Yeah, they’re married now so Ezra will be King one day, with Esther as Queen. They have kids too, hybrids like them❞

When his mother’s skeleton was mentioned, his head snapped up almost dangerously and he scuttled even further away, his breathing heavy and he quickly rubbed at his hands as if has gotten something on them despite not ever touching the pile of bones. Tears filled his steel coloured eyes and he tried to blink them away, but it was too much for him and he turned his head to face in any direction but the bones, forcing himself to look Pierre straight in his eye so he didn’t have to acknowledge it any further.

Pierre couldn’t care less about Kaiden being upset about Tay. His face was blank at first, he felt nothing for him, but forced himself to give the boy a comforting smile, reaching out to pat his shoulder.

Kaiden screwed his eyes shut but that did nothing to stop the tears rolling down his face and onto the dirt floor beneath them. He flinched a little when Pierre’s firm, strong hand came down upon his shoulder but the comforting motions and supportive squeeze he got encouraged him to force his eyes open and wipe his tears away, his eyes darting between the skeleton and Pierre’s scaled face. 

He really could see both himself and his brother in the man’s eyes, even though his face was not human, he knew that his mother was telling the truth and that he had finally found his father. He wasn’t going to let him go anytime soon.

Pierre rubbed Kaiden’s shoulder with his scaled hand, his smile growing wide when the boy looked back at him and wiped his tears away, showing off his sharp teeth.

Kaiden watched Pierre and couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips when he saw the rows of pointed teeth that matched his own. Nodding, he stood from his spot and disappeared into the darkness of the dungeon, out of Pierre’s sight but shortly after, a mixture of disgusting sounds filled the air. Cracking bones and tearing flesh, then what sounded like hooves on the concrete, getting further and further away before coming to an abrupt halt. The guard couldn’t even scream before he was ripped to shreds, his blood splattering the walls and dousing a few torches that lit the hallways of the dungeon. Kaiden returned, soaked in blood and no longer human, but a mixture of demon and succubi, with large and tattered wings of a pale grey colour sprouting from his back, accompanied by a pointed tail matched the wings and swished around behind him. Rough, sharp horns that seemed almost marbled, protruded from the top of his head, sprouting through the dark locks that were damp with blood that was not his. 

The keys jingled as the boy made quick work of unlocking the chains that bound his father, taking comfort in hearing them clatter to the floor one by one. He moved to the painful metal collar that was wrapped around Pierre’s neck and unlocked it, tugging it off but keeping a hold of it for symbolism. He began to wonder how it would look around Vivian’s neck.

Pierre watched his son get up and walk off, listening to the sound of flesh ripping with a smile. He turned his attention to his scale covered arms, realising he didn’t even remember what he looked like. How he looked didn’t matter to him much, but the fact he couldn’t even remember his own face kind of bothered him.

He grinned when Kaiden returned covered in blood, and let him unlock his chains, his hands flying to his neck to rub the irritated skin once the collar was off. He slowly pushed himself up off the ground, his bones loudly cracking as he moved and stretched his arms above his head.

Kaiden placed a supporting hand on his father's shoulder, ready to help him should he need it but when he stood up, Kaiden smile and stood back, letting him stretch his aching bones after years of being in the same place, hearing the bones crack and snap back into place. Nodding, he allowed his father to leave the cell first, following him and ducking his head down as he walked through the doorway, slightly grazing the metal doorframe with his horns. 

They moved quickly and quietly, son following his father as they weaved through corridors and narrow pathways, crossing paths with a few single guards but the boy made quick work of slitting their throats and tearing their heads off as they went. They eventually stopped at the base of a large set of stairs. Kaiden could smell Vivian from where he stood, his nose twitching and he felt the scales on his body rippling the thought of another kill.

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His breath hitched in his voice when he heard the deep, accented yet tired voice from further ahead in the darkness, the cell stunk of what could only be described as rot, although it wasn’t coming from Pierre, it’s scent was one that was unfamiliar, yet the boy swore he had sensed it before. Kaiden stopped moving in mostly fear, his brows furrowing in thought as he pondered on what to say. He’d lived eighteen years not knowing who either of his parents are and suddenly everything had come to light, his mother was dead and his father was banished away to these dungeons, never to see the sun again. 

To say he was nervous would be the biggest understatement Hell had ever seen. His grip on the stick tightened, finally taking the few steps closer and holding the burning flame out in front of him to lay eyes on his father for the first time.

He looked awful, his face was hollow and sunken, bruised and covered in dirt. A thick stubble grew around his face, covering the tattoos inked into his skin and his body was hunched over, boney and malnourished, yet he still looked as though he could kill a man with one punch. He looked like a completely different person from the photos his mother had left him, but underneath the layers of dust and age, Kaiden could see how much the two looked alike. If you were to stand him next to his two sons, you wouldn’t be able to tell who was who.

He could tell he was somehow related to him as soon as he saw him. The boy looked so much like Ezra, his first thought was that he was his son. But he didn’t seem to have any of the angel in him at all, which confused him until the boy spoke.

He stood in silence for a few moments, his hands trembling as the demon’s simple presence terrified him, but he told himself to get a grip. This was his father, his real, biological father, sure he had done bad things like everyone had told him but Kaiden had spent all his life wondering who his parents could be, he wasn’t going to back out now and if his father was truly as fearsome and powerful as he had read, he would be a fool to show weakness in front of him.

He didn’t seem to be very happy, almost as if he was irritated by his presence which surprised Kaiden, if this was him, he’d be crying at the first sign of life in over twenty years but Pierre was not phased at all, he simply stared him down and balled his large, scaled hands into fists.

❝ They never talked about you, anytime I asked they would avoid the subject or brush me off. Rosemary tried telling me that Lanius was my father and she was my mother for a while but it’s pretty easy to see that’s not true. Me neither, he bugs me but I have to deal with him because Rosemary is in love with him… Yeah, they’re married now so Ezra will be King one day, with Esther as Queen. They have kids too, hybrids like them❞

When his mother’s skeleton was mentioned, his head snapped up almost dangerously and he scuttled even further away, his breathing heavy and he quickly rubbed at his hands as if has gotten something on them despite not ever touching the pile of bones. Tears filled his steel coloured eyes and he tried to blink them away, but it was too much for him and he turned his head to face in any direction but the bones, forcing himself to look Pierre straight in his eye so he didn’t have to acknowledge it any further.

Pierre couldn’t care less about Kaiden being upset about Tay. His face was blank at first, he felt nothing for him, but forced himself to give the boy a comforting smile, reaching out to pat his shoulder.

Kaiden screwed his eyes shut but that did nothing to stop the tears rolling down his face and onto the dirt floor beneath them. He flinched a little when Pierre’s firm, strong hand came down upon his shoulder but the comforting motions and supportive squeeze he got encouraged him to force his eyes open and wipe his tears away, his eyes darting between the skeleton and Pierre’s scaled face. 

He really could see both himself and his brother in the man’s eyes, even though his face was not human, he knew that his mother was telling the truth and that he had finally found his father. He wasn’t going to let him go anytime soon.

Pierre rubbed Kaiden’s shoulder with his scaled hand, his smile growing wide when the boy looked back at him and wiped his tears away, showing off his sharp teeth.

Kaiden watched Pierre and couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips when he saw the rows of pointed teeth that matched his own. Nodding, he stood from his spot and disappeared into the darkness of the dungeon, out of Pierre’s sight but shortly after, a mixture of disgusting sounds filled the air. Cracking bones and tearing flesh, then what sounded like hooves on the concrete, getting further and further away before coming to an abrupt halt. The guard couldn’t even scream before he was ripped to shreds, his blood splattering the walls and dousing a few torches that lit the hallways of the dungeon. Kaiden returned, soaked in blood and no longer human, but a mixture of demon and succubi, with large and tattered wings of a pale grey colour sprouting from his back, accompanied by a pointed tail matched the wings and swished around behind him. Rough, sharp horns that seemed almost marbled, protruded from the top of his head, sprouting through the dark locks that were damp with blood that was not his. 

The keys jingled as the boy made quick work of unlocking the chains that bound his father, taking comfort in hearing them clatter to the floor one by one. He moved to the painful metal collar that was wrapped around Pierre’s neck and unlocked it, tugging it off but keeping a hold of it for symbolism. He began to wonder how it would look around Vivian’s neck.

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His breath hitched in his voice when he heard the deep, accented yet tired voice from further ahead in the darkness, the cell stunk of what could only be described as rot, although it wasn’t coming from Pierre, it’s scent was one that was unfamiliar, yet the boy swore he had sensed it before. Kaiden stopped moving in mostly fear, his brows furrowing in thought as he pondered on what to say. He’d lived eighteen years not knowing who either of his parents are and suddenly everything had come to light, his mother was dead and his father was banished away to these dungeons, never to see the sun again. 

To say he was nervous would be the biggest understatement Hell had ever seen. His grip on the stick tightened, finally taking the few steps closer and holding the burning flame out in front of him to lay eyes on his father for the first time.

He looked awful, his face was hollow and sunken, bruised and covered in dirt. A thick stubble grew around his face, covering the tattoos inked into his skin and his body was hunched over, boney and malnourished, yet he still looked as though he could kill a man with one punch. He looked like a completely different person from the photos his mother had left him, but underneath the layers of dust and age, Kaiden could see how much the two looked alike. If you were to stand him next to his two sons, you wouldn’t be able to tell who was who.

He could tell he was somehow related to him as soon as he saw him. The boy looked so much like Ezra, his first thought was that he was his son. But he didn’t seem to have any of the angel in him at all, which confused him until the boy spoke.

He stood in silence for a few moments, his hands trembling as the demon’s simple presence terrified him, but he told himself to get a grip. This was his father, his real, biological father, sure he had done bad things like everyone had told him but Kaiden had spent all his life wondering who his parents could be, he wasn’t going to back out now and if his father was truly as fearsome and powerful as he had read, he would be a fool to show weakness in front of him.

He didn’t seem to be very happy, almost as if he was irritated by his presence which surprised Kaiden, if this was him, he’d be crying at the first sign of life in over twenty years but Pierre was not phased at all, he simply stared him down and balled his large, scaled hands into fists.

❝ They never talked about you, anytime I asked they would avoid the subject or brush me off. Rosemary tried telling me that Lanius was my father and she was my mother for a while but it’s pretty easy to see that’s not true. Me neither, he bugs me but I have to deal with him because Rosemary is in love with him… Yeah, they’re married now so Ezra will be King one day, with Esther as Queen. They have kids too, hybrids like them❞

When his mother’s skeleton was mentioned, his head snapped up almost dangerously and he scuttled even further away, his breathing heavy and he quickly rubbed at his hands as if has gotten something on them despite not ever touching the pile of bones. Tears filled his steel coloured eyes and he tried to blink them away, but it was too much for him and he turned his head to face in any direction but the bones, forcing himself to look Pierre straight in his eye so he didn’t have to acknowledge it any further.

Pierre couldn’t care less about Kaiden being upset about Tay. His face was blank at first, he felt nothing for him, but forced himself to give the boy a comforting smile, reaching out to pat his shoulder.

Kaiden screwed his eyes shut but that did nothing to stop the tears rolling down his face and onto the dirt floor beneath them. He flinched a little when Pierre’s firm, strong hand came down upon his shoulder but the comforting motions and supportive squeeze he got encouraged him to force his eyes open and wipe his tears away, his eyes darting between the skeleton and Pierre’s scaled face. 

He really could see both himself and his brother in the man's eyes, even though his face was not human, he knew that his mother was telling the truth and that he had finally found his father. He wasn’t going to let him go anytime soon.