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“Who Is in Your Heart Now”

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☄️- In a dangerous situation

The demon lead Lovecraft through the city, walking alongside him as a few people gave the unusual couple looks that ranged from “What the?” to “Holy shit.”. He ignored it, as he just really wanted to eat something at this point and keep his unborn creatures happy until snack time at five. Finally, the two got to the buffet. “Ready to scare the owner?” he looked at Lovecraft with a wicked grin on his face.

“Of course,” he answered after a slight pause- he had forgotten to breathe again, hadn’t he? He opened the door and held it for the smaller man behind him, nose registering all of the smells that would be delightful to a normal human and noting that they seemed to have everything Sebastian had noted- not in one place, of course. He could smell something else- fear from the wait staff. His eyes dragged lazily across the patrons already there and seated, it was packed, of course it was packed. For one who was worshipped as a God, he still had what was best described in human terms as “crippling anxiety as an introvert.”

Sebastian went in first, and the host was quivering in fear as the odd couple followed them to their table. They got sat down at a small, square table that was in the middle of the room, since all the booths were taken. “Just a water, please.” Sebastian told the host with a warm smile. He couldn’t wait to start dishing up- He did have an army to feed, after all, and the flutters that he felt were getting frequent as they anticipated getting fed.

His eyes widened a bit as one of the children behind him backed into his chair, tangling their greasy little fingers into his hair. It was oily and slimy already- obviously- but he didn't want people putting their hands in it! Breathe in, breathe out. He sighed warily as he slumped forward a bit, trying to distance himself just a bit from the party behind him. "You're enjoying this on some level, aren't you." Can't have only Sebastian suffer, after all!

The demon lead Lovecraft through the city, walking alongside him as a few people gave the unusual couple looks that ranged from “What the?” to “Holy shit.”. He ignored it, as he just really wanted to eat something at this point and keep his unborn creatures happy until snack time at five. Finally, the two got to the buffet. “Ready to scare the owner?” he looked at Lovecraft with a wicked grin on his face.

"Of course," he answered after a slight pause- he had forgotten to breathe again, hadn't he? He opened the door and held it for the smaller man behind him, nose registering all of the smells that would be delightful to a normal human and noting that they seemed to have everything Sebastian had noted- not in one place, of course. He could smell something else- fear from the wait staff. His eyes dragged lazily across the patrons already there and seated, it was packed, of course it was packed. For one who was worshipped as a God, he still had what was best described in human terms as "crippling anxiety as an introvert."

Another sigh and he saw an eyebrow twitch then a special little smirk cross that face, oh yes, it was a smirk that only presented itself when one was ready and willing to play with fire. Lovecraft bore almost an eternal grimace at this point to the droning on and on, but the boy had swiveled around in his chair rather quickly, after only a few words, motioning with his hand for the demon and abomination to leave the room. Lovecraft was unapologetic as he left the room with Sebastian, leaning in as he whispered in a low tone, “Did he say anything important? I was rather vacant the entire time.”

This was where Sebastian came in. He was told by him to make a contract with someone he deemed powerful, so he could make his own little army. The demon was reluctant, and found Lovecraft. Three months later- he was finally showing in the belly area, looking to be six months pregnant, and Ciel was getting very impatient about it. The demon took all of the boy’s ramblings with a smile that hid his true feelings. Finally, the two were excused. Sebastian sighed as they walked down the hallway. “If being told that development of monster children should be faster was important, then he needs to lower his expectations.” he replied.

“It seems a waste to use us this way- but it isn’t a permanent arrangement. Say- have you any cravings for food?” While Lovecraft was typically always hungry, Sebastian seemed to be devoid of an actual need for sustenance, at least any physical part anyway. That didn’t mean the demon never ate, but simply that he had to be in the mood to eat. “Or do we actually have some sort of work to do? I shudder to think that he would call us in solely to complain… but I have no doubts he would do just that.”

“Now that you mentioned it.” he said, looking up at the ceiling for a moment. “Whipped-cream covered bacon on fettuccine noodles sounds pretty good right now. Maybe a side of deep-fried shrimp with teriyaki sauce with it.” He looked to Lovecraft. “We can wait until after lunch to do more work. The young master is going to find something to complain about anyway.”

Lovecraft never saw himself as ‘parent material’ and honestly still didn’t- even if his mate this time around was more resilient than a human, he doubted muchly their contractual overlord would get his desired results. Why he couldn’t just work Lovecraft like anyone else that dredged him up from the sea, he would never know. Still- the children were good practice, he supposed. “I do believe that’s missing all forms of chocolate as well as hotsauce, how peculiar. To cook, or have others cook for us…” His default position on the issue was ‘have others work,’ but he wouldn’t complain if he was told to cook- his legitimate contracter was the demon, after all.

The demon did want kids of his own, and didn’t think this was the way he would get them. Was it because he thought he couldn’t carry, or how a man would look pregnant that stopped him? Even if he was carrying abominations- he saw them as his children, and liked feeling their movements. “Oh?” he found it amusing when Lovecraft wanted to eat. “We would need to find a place to eat that would accommodate our cravings. The closest would be the buffet, but I get the feeling the one in the city dreads seeing us.”

He must have been getting old, though, as it became harder and harder to stay awake now as he was summoned seemingly more often than ever before- there wasn’t even a great war or a plague or natural disaster for his beckonings anymore, and he could certainly class all of his tasks now as inane. He did miss the free banquet- of offerings and human tributes both. The garbage that humans ate now would likely make them taste just awful, but he could still remember that iron and salt taste at a moment’s notice. “On the other hand, we could simply hire someone to make our food from a local lodging. It isn’t as though he was worried about the cost instead of the time.” He was mirthful at that, showing in a slight twinkle of his eyes even as his face remained tired and impassive as ever.

“Like who? You know what happened the last time we allowed Bard to cook something.” Sebastian’s face shifted to that of annoyance, remembering the plate of charcoal that Bard dared called “food”. He almost threw up from that meal. “And how will we explain our situation to said hired cook anyhow?”

“I leave it to you to decide where we go, I haven’t had any luck with finding restaurants on my own. Of course, we could always ask for help, not from that explosive one though.” He shook his head, perish the thought! That human was more than a handful! Lovecraft had a difficult time remembering mortal names, and even forgot Sebastian’s or his mortal one at times. An all powerful eldritch creature worshipped as a God was a bit of a stretch from what he was now….

His gloved fingers kept tapping the surface of his belly as he considered the options. He didn’t feel like cooking all that much for now, and they were going to be on their lunch break soon. “The buffet for today. We can call around for a personal cook later.” he replied. “The young master will have to deal with his life choices.”

That of course didn't mean he wouldn't visit or help Sebastian. The demon was doing his level best in an honestly infuriating situation that would have irked Lovecraft himself to no end. More of his kind would help further his ultimate goals though, so the contract between himself and Sebastian wasn't a total loss. Hm, his shoulders felt stiff. He would have to go rouse up some trouble some time soon.

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Another sigh and he saw an eyebrow twitch then a special little smirk cross that face, oh yes, it was a smirk that only presented itself when one was ready and willing to play with fire. Lovecraft bore almost an eternal grimace at this point to the droning on and on, but the boy had swiveled around in his chair rather quickly, after only a few words, motioning with his hand for the demon and abomination to leave the room. Lovecraft was unapologetic as he left the room with Sebastian, leaning in as he whispered in a low tone, “Did he say anything important? I was rather vacant the entire time.”

This was where Sebastian came in. He was told by him to make a contract with someone he deemed powerful, so he could make his own little army. The demon was reluctant, and found Lovecraft. Three months later- he was finally showing in the belly area, looking to be six months pregnant, and Ciel was getting very impatient about it. The demon took all of the boy’s ramblings with a smile that hid his true feelings. Finally, the two were excused. Sebastian sighed as they walked down the hallway. “If being told that development of monster children should be faster was important, then he needs to lower his expectations.” he replied.

“It seems a waste to use us this way- but it isn’t a permanent arrangement. Say- have you any cravings for food?” While Lovecraft was typically always hungry, Sebastian seemed to be devoid of an actual need for sustenance, at least any physical part anyway. That didn’t mean the demon never ate, but simply that he had to be in the mood to eat. “Or do we actually have some sort of work to do? I shudder to think that he would call us in solely to complain… but I have no doubts he would do just that.”

“Now that you mentioned it.” he said, looking up at the ceiling for a moment. “Whipped-cream covered bacon on fettuccine noodles sounds pretty good right now. Maybe a side of deep-fried shrimp with teriyaki sauce with it.” He looked to Lovecraft. “We can wait until after lunch to do more work. The young master is going to find something to complain about anyway.”

Lovecraft never saw himself as ‘parent material’ and honestly still didn’t- even if his mate this time around was more resilient than a human, he doubted muchly their contractual overlord would get his desired results. Why he couldn’t just work Lovecraft like anyone else that dredged him up from the sea, he would never know. Still- the children were good practice, he supposed. “I do believe that’s missing all forms of chocolate as well as hotsauce, how peculiar. To cook, or have others cook for us…” His default position on the issue was ‘have others work,’ but he wouldn’t complain if he was told to cook- his legitimate contracter was the demon, after all.

The demon did want kids of his own, and didn’t think this was the way he would get them. Was it because he thought he couldn’t carry, or how a man would look pregnant that stopped him? Even if he was carrying abominations- he saw them as his children, and liked feeling their movements. “Oh?” he found it amusing when Lovecraft wanted to eat. “We would need to find a place to eat that would accommodate our cravings. The closest would be the buffet, but I get the feeling the one in the city dreads seeing us.”

He must have been getting old, though, as it became harder and harder to stay awake now as he was summoned seemingly more often than ever before- there wasn’t even a great war or a plague or natural disaster for his beckonings anymore, and he could certainly class all of his tasks now as inane. He did miss the free banquet- of offerings and human tributes both. The garbage that humans ate now would likely make them taste just awful, but he could still remember that iron and salt taste at a moment’s notice. “On the other hand, we could simply hire someone to make our food from a local lodging. It isn’t as though he was worried about the cost instead of the time.” He was mirthful at that, showing in a slight twinkle of his eyes even as his face remained tired and impassive as ever.

“Like who? You know what happened the last time we allowed Bard to cook something.” Sebastian’s face shifted to that of annoyance, remembering the plate of charcoal that Bard dared called “food”. He almost threw up from that meal. “And how will we explain our situation to said hired cook anyhow?”

"I leave it to you to decide where we go, I haven't had any luck with finding restaurants on my own. Of course, we could always ask for help, not from that explosive one though." He shook his head, perish the thought! That human was more than a handful! Lovecraft had a difficult time remembering mortal names, and even forgot Sebastian's or his mortal one at times. An all powerful eldritch creature worshipped as a God was a bit of a stretch from what he was now....

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Another sigh and he saw an eyebrow twitch then a special little smirk cross that face, oh yes, it was a smirk that only presented itself when one was ready and willing to play with fire. Lovecraft bore almost an eternal grimace at this point to the droning on and on, but the boy had swiveled around in his chair rather quickly, after only a few words, motioning with his hand for the demon and abomination to leave the room. Lovecraft was unapologetic as he left the room with Sebastian, leaning in as he whispered in a low tone, “Did he say anything important? I was rather vacant the entire time.”

This was where Sebastian came in. He was told by him to make a contract with someone he deemed powerful, so he could make his own little army. The demon was reluctant, and found Lovecraft. Three months later- he was finally showing in the belly area, looking to be six months pregnant, and Ciel was getting very impatient about it. The demon took all of the boy’s ramblings with a smile that hid his true feelings. Finally, the two were excused. Sebastian sighed as they walked down the hallway. “If being told that development of monster children should be faster was important, then he needs to lower his expectations.” he replied.

“It seems a waste to use us this way- but it isn’t a permanent arrangement. Say- have you any cravings for food?” While Lovecraft was typically always hungry, Sebastian seemed to be devoid of an actual need for sustenance, at least any physical part anyway. That didn’t mean the demon never ate, but simply that he had to be in the mood to eat. “Or do we actually have some sort of work to do? I shudder to think that he would call us in solely to complain… but I have no doubts he would do just that.”

“Now that you mentioned it.” he said, looking up at the ceiling for a moment. “Whipped-cream covered bacon on fettuccine noodles sounds pretty good right now. Maybe a side of deep-fried shrimp with teriyaki sauce with it.” He looked to Lovecraft. “We can wait until after lunch to do more work. The young master is going to find something to complain about anyway.”

Lovecraft never saw himself as ‘parent material’ and honestly still didn’t- even if his mate this time around was more resilient than a human, he doubted muchly their contractual overlord would get his desired results. Why he couldn’t just work Lovecraft like anyone else that dredged him up from the sea, he would never know. Still- the children were good practice, he supposed. “I do believe that’s missing all forms of chocolate as well as hotsauce, how peculiar. To cook, or have others cook for us…” His default position on the issue was 'have others work,’ but he wouldn’t complain if he was told to cook- his legitimate contracter was the demon, after all.

The demon did want kids of his own, and didn’t think this was the way he would get them. Was it because he thought he couldn’t carry, or how a man would look pregnant that stopped him? Even if he was carrying abominations- he saw them as his children, and liked feeling their movements. “Oh?” he found it amusing when Lovecraft wanted to eat. “We would need to find a place to eat that would accommodate our cravings. The closest would be the buffet, but I get the feeling the one in the city dreads seeing us.”

He must have been getting old, though, as it became harder and harder to stay awake now as he was summoned seemingly more often than ever before- there wasn't even a great war or a plague or natural disaster for his beckonings anymore, and he could certainly class all of his tasks now as inane. He did miss the free banquet- of offerings and human tributes both. The garbage that humans ate now would likely make them taste just awful, but he could still remember that iron and salt taste at a moment's notice. "On the other hand, we could simply hire someone to make our food from a local lodging. It isn't as though he was worried about the cost instead of the time." He was mirthful at that, showing in a slight twinkle of his eyes even as his face remained tired and impassive as ever.