FirstDarkAngel2001

"Dark, my dearest doe, you should be resting, not putting up party decorations."

Alastor had just returned to the hotel after an overlord meeting, which he hoped would be the last before the baby was due. He hadn't expected to walk in and find the mother of his child putting up decorations for the baby shower Charlie had insisted on throwing for them.

"The others are more than capable of doing this, you have enough work to do keeping our our fawn safe and sound for a little longer."

"The meeting was mostly tedious, discussions of territory rearrangements and the like, nothing particularly important." The subject of Vox, however, broadend his grin. "Unfortunately, Vox couldn't make it. He sent Velvette instead. I asked her to pass on an invitation to our little soiree later. I'm sure Vox would love to congratulate us in person."

Dark heard a slight crash before Niffty laughed, and it caused her to shake her head. "We will have to keep our little one away from Niff for a while. They'll already be insane enough just with our combined insanities." She giggled a bit. Hearing Charlie overreacting and trying her best to not yell or sound panicked gave an ever better reason to laugh. "The amazing life of chaos we have when we're not causing it... I'm jealous." Dark smiled then, and looked down at Alastor.

"Just imagine the chaos we'll cause as a family, my darling doe. A few more weeks is worth it for that, isn't it? Now, have you eaten yet? Whatever you're craving, your every wish is my command."

"I think this time we eat something you'd like to eat. That's my wish. I know I need to eat, but I have no cravings for anything, so I leave it to the expert southern chef for your culinary divinity." She grinned, her touching his nose for half a second. "Though, because there's only about a month left, we should figure out the name of our fawn. So, maybe before the baby shower, we talk of that, or do you want to wait until after the gender reveal?"

He helped her to her feet, a steadying hand at the small of her back as it so often was these days. "Maybe we should eat in the kitchen? I know Charlie wanted to have some element of surprise around the party preparations." Ideally he would have just shadow magicked them to their destination, but while neither of them could be sure it wouldn't harm the child it wasn't worth the risk for the sake of a few steps.

"I don't see any harm in discussing names before the reveal, then we can announce the name tonight as well if we choose one. Did you have anything in mind yet, my love?"

Sitting down at the kitchen island, she took in the smell of the jambalaya, and smiled with a sigh. "Mamman knew the best recipes to fatten a person up." She rubbed her stomach a little. "So, for names... I actually have a couple, but I'm not sure on if they would be good or not. I want to hear your ideas first though. I know you're very intelligent, mister master manipulator." She teased with a grin.

She heard Charlie practically vibrating with the excited way she spoke, and shook her head with a laugh, hearing Vaggi/Vagene try to calm her down with barely any success. Because of the two, she knew it was going to be ready within three hours, right on time for everyone to get there. With her and Alastor about to eat, it was perfect timing, and she was glad of it. While waiting, Dark decided to draw small doodles of chaos and the things that she had made for fun in her realm.

"My dear Mamman was always taking care of people. What little we had she would share with anyone who needed it." He tested the food while he talked, deeming it perfect and turning off the stove. "She was so many things to so many people; a cook, a teacher, a nurse, a confidant. I have no doubt she would have loved to pass on her recipes to you, especially for her grandchild."

He dished up two bowls, setting one in front of Dark, along with a glass of water, then did the same for himself. "I do have one name suggestion, if I may. If the baby happens to be a girl, my Mamman's name was Claire. Not only would it honour her, but it also has a delightful irony to it, your name being Dark, while Claire means clear and bright."

She made sure to clear her mouth before speaking again. "I'd imagine that I would've been hit with the wooden spoon many times in trying to get it perfectly right. I can cook, but not as good as this. You're doing your Mamman proud." She took a sip of water, and looked at him for a moment, her just enjoying the calm at the moment without anyone running around or causing chaos right next to them. "I think, for a boys' name, we could go with either Darien or Lucien. I thought of Damian, but wasn't sure on it."

Soon enough, there was an audible noise that made a couple of the crew members go silent, and Charlie start to talk of welcoming someone to the hotel, but wasn't as over the top happy like normal. She sounded actually to have a forced cheer when speaking to the ones than came in, and Dark knew who entered. "I guess the Vees are here now."

"As for names, of those choices, Darien would be my personal preference. Lucien is a little too close to your adopted father's name for my liking - that doesn't mean I would be against it if that was your choice, of course." Alastor would love their child no matter what, though he wasn't sure he'd be able to stand Lucifer's crowing about the baby being named similarly to him.

There was a little more commotion, and the sound of new voices joining those of their friends and the Vees; this time, it was Rosie and Carmilla - and judging from the nervous sound greetings from Charlie and the others, Zestial was with them.

Outside of the dining area, the Overlords were all gathering, lounging or looking around. Rosie made sure to put down a gift that was slightly heavy, but she moved it around as if like air. Zestial only placed a small black box on the table, not speaking to the others for the moment, sipping some tea. Velvette looked around the place, making faces from it looking tacky and not modern enough to her tastes. She took a couple of photos, posting them only to make fun of the decor, memes immediately popping up on her device as well.

Angel Dust ended up knocking on the dining table door for their attention, dropping his voice to whisper towards Alastor and Dark. "Smiles, make sure ya keep close to Dark. Val ain't lookin' pleased at being here, so he might start somethin'. I doubt the Vees are here for good reasons, but now my boss is lookin' mad, so it might be worse. Dark, stay at his hip. Don't want nothin' happenin' to your baby or you."

"While I appreciate the warning, there really is no need to worry, I have no intention of letting this beauty out of my sight, or more than a step away from my side." And any time Dark did stray even a step away, his shadow would be there, ready to protect her and the baby. "The guests can, and will, wait my love; this party is for you, after all, not them."

Alastor finished his food, listening to bits and pieces of Dark and Angel's conversation, but mostly his ears were focused on the party guests, and the sounds of Vox's growing agitation at being kept waiting. Once Dark had finished eating, Alastor rose and held out his arm, ready to help her to her feet.

"Shall we go and put our guests out of their misery, my love? Maybe you could let them know we're on our way, Angel?" Alastor turned his gaze towards the spider sinner.

"Sure thing, Smiles. See ya in a minute, toots."

She leaned against his arm all the way until they were about to open the door to see everyone. From there, she stood straight, keeping elegance with an undertone of her normal chaotic self. Coming to the lobby, she looked at the overdone decorations completely, and hid a laugh with her hand. "Geez...it's even more insanely overdone than I thought." She saw the crew, the Overlords, then lastly the Vees.

Rosie smiled widely. "Still such a lady even with a bun in the oven that's almost done. Alastor, you should bring them over for some proper outfits sometime. Stacy has the fingers that will make your child look absolutely darling." Velvette scoffed. "Well, when they want to look old before they hit one, I'm sure they can go to your little shop. I got just the designs that will give them a newer look that's trending for the next 3 days." Zestial gave a faint nod with a raised tea cup to give a congratulations and hello towards the two.

"Aw, thank you, Alastor! It's not every day that we get to celebrate something so special."

Alastor guided Dark to one of the lobby couches, always being mindful of how long she'd been on her feet. "Please sit, my love. Husker, a drink for the guest of honour!" It had been hard to find in Hell, but a few bottles of nonalcoholic 'champagne' had been acquired for the evening.

Vox had carefully moved closer to the couch where Alastor had now taken a seat next to Dark, Valentino rolling his eyes and muttering under his breath before he stalked off to go and take his frustrations out on Angel Dust.

Velvette nodded with another click of a picture. "Gonna be the talk of the town for at least a couple of weeks. Maybe months if it's gonna be that crazy here."

Dark gave another smile, then looked at Vox, not trusting him for a moment now that he was closer to them. "Welcome to the celebration of not only the first child born from a sinner and being of Void and Chaos, but also Alastors', at that." She wanted to rub salt into his wounds for fun.

Rosie took a sip of champagne herself, a smile crossing her features as she did so. She was curious of how this verbal match was going to go.

Vaggi worked on getting the cake to be ready, knowing where to cut it to reveal the gender. She had to make sure Charlie didn't rainbow color it all, and watched the interaction carefully in case something went away.

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"Dark, my dearest doe, you should be resting, not putting up party decorations."

Alastor had just returned to the hotel after an overlord meeting, which he hoped would be the last before the baby was due. He hadn't expected to walk in and find the mother of his child putting up decorations for the baby shower Charlie had insisted on throwing for them.

"The others are more than capable of doing this, you have enough work to do keeping our our fawn safe and sound for a little longer."

"The meeting was mostly tedious, discussions of territory rearrangements and the like, nothing particularly important." The subject of Vox, however, broadend his grin. "Unfortunately, Vox couldn't make it. He sent Velvette instead. I asked her to pass on an invitation to our little soiree later. I'm sure Vox would love to congratulate us in person."

Dark heard a slight crash before Niffty laughed, and it caused her to shake her head. "We will have to keep our little one away from Niff for a while. They'll already be insane enough just with our combined insanities." She giggled a bit. Hearing Charlie overreacting and trying her best to not yell or sound panicked gave an ever better reason to laugh. "The amazing life of chaos we have when we're not causing it... I'm jealous." Dark smiled then, and looked down at Alastor.

"Just imagine the chaos we'll cause as a family, my darling doe. A few more weeks is worth it for that, isn't it? Now, have you eaten yet? Whatever you're craving, your every wish is my command."

"I think this time we eat something you'd like to eat. That's my wish. I know I need to eat, but I have no cravings for anything, so I leave it to the expert southern chef for your culinary divinity." She grinned, her touching his nose for half a second. "Though, because there's only about a month left, we should figure out the name of our fawn. So, maybe before the baby shower, we talk of that, or do you want to wait until after the gender reveal?"

He helped her to her feet, a steadying hand at the small of her back as it so often was these days. "Maybe we should eat in the kitchen? I know Charlie wanted to have some element of surprise around the party preparations." Ideally he would have just shadow magicked them to their destination, but while neither of them could be sure it wouldn't harm the child it wasn't worth the risk for the sake of a few steps.

"I don't see any harm in discussing names before the reveal, then we can announce the name tonight as well if we choose one. Did you have anything in mind yet, my love?"

Sitting down at the kitchen island, she took in the smell of the jambalaya, and smiled with a sigh. "Mamman knew the best recipes to fatten a person up." She rubbed her stomach a little. "So, for names... I actually have a couple, but I'm not sure on if they would be good or not. I want to hear your ideas first though. I know you're very intelligent, mister master manipulator." She teased with a grin.

She heard Charlie practically vibrating with the excited way she spoke, and shook her head with a laugh, hearing Vaggi/Vagene try to calm her down with barely any success. Because of the two, she knew it was going to be ready within three hours, right on time for everyone to get there. With her and Alastor about to eat, it was perfect timing, and she was glad of it. While waiting, Dark decided to draw small doodles of chaos and the things that she had made for fun in her realm.

"My dear Mamman was always taking care of people. What little we had she would share with anyone who needed it." He tested the food while he talked, deeming it perfect and turning off the stove. "She was so many things to so many people; a cook, a teacher, a nurse, a confidant. I have no doubt she would have loved to pass on her recipes to you, especially for her grandchild."

He dished up two bowls, setting one in front of Dark, along with a glass of water, then did the same for himself. "I do have one name suggestion, if I may. If the baby happens to be a girl, my Mamman's name was Claire. Not only would it honour her, but it also has a delightful irony to it, your name being Dark, while Claire means clear and bright."

She made sure to clear her mouth before speaking again. "I'd imagine that I would've been hit with the wooden spoon many times in trying to get it perfectly right. I can cook, but not as good as this. You're doing your Mamman proud." She took a sip of water, and looked at him for a moment, her just enjoying the calm at the moment without anyone running around or causing chaos right next to them. "I think, for a boys' name, we could go with either Darien or Lucien. I thought of Damian, but wasn't sure on it."

Soon enough, there was an audible noise that made a couple of the crew members go silent, and Charlie start to talk of welcoming someone to the hotel, but wasn't as over the top happy like normal. She sounded actually to have a forced cheer when speaking to the ones than came in, and Dark knew who entered. "I guess the Vees are here now."

"As for names, of those choices, Darien would be my personal preference. Lucien is a little too close to your adopted father's name for my liking - that doesn't mean I would be against it if that was your choice, of course." Alastor would love their child no matter what, though he wasn't sure he'd be able to stand Lucifer's crowing about the baby being named similarly to him.

There was a little more commotion, and the sound of new voices joining those of their friends and the Vees; this time, it was Rosie and Carmilla - and judging from the nervous sound greetings from Charlie and the others, Zestial was with them.

Outside of the dining area, the Overlords were all gathering, lounging or looking around. Rosie made sure to put down a gift that was slightly heavy, but she moved it around as if like air. Zestial only placed a small black box on the table, not speaking to the others for the moment, sipping some tea. Velvette looked around the place, making faces from it looking tacky and not modern enough to her tastes. She took a couple of photos, posting them only to make fun of the decor, memes immediately popping up on her device as well.

Angel Dust ended up knocking on the dining table door for their attention, dropping his voice to whisper towards Alastor and Dark. "Smiles, make sure ya keep close to Dark. Val ain't lookin' pleased at being here, so he might start somethin'. I doubt the Vees are here for good reasons, but now my boss is lookin' mad, so it might be worse. Dark, stay at his hip. Don't want nothin' happenin' to your baby or you."

"While I appreciate the warning, there really is no need to worry, I have no intention of letting this beauty out of my sight, or more than a step away from my side." And any time Dark did stray even a step away, his shadow would be there, ready to protect her and the baby. "The guests can, and will, wait my love; this party is for you, after all, not them."

Alastor finished his food, listening to bits and pieces of Dark and Angel's conversation, but mostly his ears were focused on the party guests, and the sounds of Vox's growing agitation at being kept waiting. Once Dark had finished eating, Alastor rose and held out his arm, ready to help her to her feet.

"Shall we go and put our guests out of their misery, my love? Maybe you could let them know we're on our way, Angel?" Alastor turned his gaze towards the spider sinner.

"Sure thing, Smiles. See ya in a minute, toots."

She leaned against his arm all the way until they were about to open the door to see everyone. From there, she stood straight, keeping elegance with an undertone of her normal chaotic self. Coming to the lobby, she looked at the overdone decorations completely, and hid a laugh with her hand. "Geez...it's even more insanely overdone than I thought." She saw the crew, the Overlords, then lastly the Vees.

Rosie smiled widely. "Still such a lady even with a bun in the oven that's almost done. Alastor, you should bring them over for some proper outfits sometime. Stacy has the fingers that will make your child look absolutely darling." Velvette scoffed. "Well, when they want to look old before they hit one, I'm sure they can go to your little shop. I got just the designs that will give them a newer look that's trending for the next 3 days." Zestial gave a faint nod with a raised tea cup to give a congratulations and hello towards the two.

"Dark, my dearest doe, you should be resting, not putting up party decorations."

Alastor had just returned to the hotel after an overlord meeting, which he hoped would be the last before the baby was due. He hadn't expected to walk in and find the mother of his child putting up decorations for the baby shower Charlie had insisted on throwing for them.

"The others are more than capable of doing this, you have enough work to do keeping our our fawn safe and sound for a little longer."

"The meeting was mostly tedious, discussions of territory rearrangements and the like, nothing particularly important." The subject of Vox, however, broadend his grin. "Unfortunately, Vox couldn't make it. He sent Velvette instead. I asked her to pass on an invitation to our little soiree later. I'm sure Vox would love to congratulate us in person."

Dark heard a slight crash before Niffty laughed, and it caused her to shake her head. "We will have to keep our little one away from Niff for a while. They'll already be insane enough just with our combined insanities." She giggled a bit. Hearing Charlie overreacting and trying her best to not yell or sound panicked gave an ever better reason to laugh. "The amazing life of chaos we have when we're not causing it... I'm jealous." Dark smiled then, and looked down at Alastor.

"Just imagine the chaos we'll cause as a family, my darling doe. A few more weeks is worth it for that, isn't it? Now, have you eaten yet? Whatever you're craving, your every wish is my command."

"I think this time we eat something you'd like to eat. That's my wish. I know I need to eat, but I have no cravings for anything, so I leave it to the expert southern chef for your culinary divinity." She grinned, her touching his nose for half a second. "Though, because there's only about a month left, we should figure out the name of our fawn. So, maybe before the baby shower, we talk of that, or do you want to wait until after the gender reveal?"

He helped her to her feet, a steadying hand at the small of her back as it so often was these days. "Maybe we should eat in the kitchen? I know Charlie wanted to have some element of surprise around the party preparations." Ideally he would have just shadow magicked them to their destination, but while neither of them could be sure it wouldn't harm the child it wasn't worth the risk for the sake of a few steps.

"I don't see any harm in discussing names before the reveal, then we can announce the name tonight as well if we choose one. Did you have anything in mind yet, my love?"

Sitting down at the kitchen island, she took in the smell of the jambalaya, and smiled with a sigh. "Mamman knew the best recipes to fatten a person up." She rubbed her stomach a little. "So, for names... I actually have a couple, but I'm not sure on if they would be good or not. I want to hear your ideas first though. I know you're very intelligent, mister master manipulator." She teased with a grin.

She heard Charlie practically vibrating with the excited way she spoke, and shook her head with a laugh, hearing Vaggi/Vagene try to calm her down with barely any success. Because of the two, she knew it was going to be ready within three hours, right on time for everyone to get there. With her and Alastor about to eat, it was perfect timing, and she was glad of it. While waiting, Dark decided to draw small doodles of chaos and the things that she had made for fun in her realm.

"My dear Mamman was always taking care of people. What little we had she would share with anyone who needed it." He tested the food while he talked, deeming it perfect and turning off the stove. "She was so many things to so many people; a cook, a teacher, a nurse, a confidant. I have no doubt she would have loved to pass on her recipes to you, especially for her grandchild."

He dished up two bowls, setting one in front of Dark, along with a glass of water, then did the same for himself. "I do have one name suggestion, if I may. If the baby happens to be a girl, my Mamman's name was Claire. Not only would it honour her, but it also has a delightful irony to it, your name being Dark, while Claire means clear and bright."

She made sure to clear her mouth before speaking again. "I'd imagine that I would've been hit with the wooden spoon many times in trying to get it perfectly right. I can cook, but not as good as this. You're doing your Mamman proud." She took a sip of water, and looked at him for a moment, her just enjoying the calm at the moment without anyone running around or causing chaos right next to them. "I think, for a boys' name, we could go with either Darien or Lucien. I thought of Damian, but wasn't sure on it."

Soon enough, there was an audible noise that made a couple of the crew members go silent, and Charlie start to talk of welcoming someone to the hotel, but wasn't as over the top happy like normal. She sounded actually to have a forced cheer when speaking to the ones than came in, and Dark knew who entered. "I guess the Vees are here now."

"As for names, of those choices, Darien would be my personal preference. Lucien is a little too close to your adopted father's name for my liking - that doesn't mean I would be against it if that was your choice, of course." Alastor would love their child no matter what, though he wasn't sure he'd be able to stand Lucifer's crowing about the baby being named similarly to him.

There was a little more commotion, and the sound of new voices joining those of their friends and the Vees; this time, it was Rosie and Carmilla - and judging from the nervous sound greetings from Charlie and the others, Zestial was with them.

Outside of the dining area, the Overlords were all gathering, lounging or looking around. Rosie made sure to put down a gift that was slightly heavy, but she moved it around as if like air. Zestial only placed a small black box on the table, not speaking to the others for the moment, sipping some tea. Velvette looked around the place, making faces from it looking tacky and not modern enough to her tastes. She took a couple of photos, posting them only to make fun of the decor, memes immediately popping up on her device as well.

Angel Dust ended up knocking on the dining table door for their attention, dropping his voice to whisper towards Alastor and Dark. "Smiles, make sure ya keep close to Dark. Val ain't lookin' pleased at being here, so he might start somethin'. I doubt the Vees are here for good reasons, but now my boss is lookin' mad, so it might be worse. Dark, stay at his hip. Don't want nothin' happenin' to your baby or you."

"Dark, my dearest doe, you should be resting, not putting up party decorations."

Alastor had just returned to the hotel after an overlord meeting, which he hoped would be the last before the baby was due. He hadn't expected to walk in and find the mother of his child putting up decorations for the baby shower Charlie had insisted on throwing for them.

"The others are more than capable of doing this, you have enough work to do keeping our our fawn safe and sound for a little longer."

"The meeting was mostly tedious, discussions of territory rearrangements and the like, nothing particularly important." The subject of Vox, however, broadend his grin. "Unfortunately, Vox couldn't make it. He sent Velvette instead. I asked her to pass on an invitation to our little soiree later. I'm sure Vox would love to congratulate us in person."

Dark heard a slight crash before Niffty laughed, and it caused her to shake her head. "We will have to keep our little one away from Niff for a while. They'll already be insane enough just with our combined insanities." She giggled a bit. Hearing Charlie overreacting and trying her best to not yell or sound panicked gave an ever better reason to laugh. "The amazing life of chaos we have when we're not causing it... I'm jealous." Dark smiled then, and looked down at Alastor.

"Just imagine the chaos we'll cause as a family, my darling doe. A few more weeks is worth it for that, isn't it? Now, have you eaten yet? Whatever you're craving, your every wish is my command."

"I think this time we eat something you'd like to eat. That's my wish. I know I need to eat, but I have no cravings for anything, so I leave it to the expert southern chef for your culinary divinity." She grinned, her touching his nose for half a second. "Though, because there's only about a month left, we should figure out the name of our fawn. So, maybe before the baby shower, we talk of that, or do you want to wait until after the gender reveal?"

He helped her to her feet, a steadying hand at the small of her back as it so often was these days. "Maybe we should eat in the kitchen? I know Charlie wanted to have some element of surprise around the party preparations." Ideally he would have just shadow magicked them to their destination, but while neither of them could be sure it wouldn't harm the child it wasn't worth the risk for the sake of a few steps.

"I don't see any harm in discussing names before the reveal, then we can announce the name tonight as well if we choose one. Did you have anything in mind yet, my love?"

Sitting down at the kitchen island, she took in the smell of the jambalaya, and smiled with a sigh. "Mamman knew the best recipes to fatten a person up." She rubbed her stomach a little. "So, for names... I actually have a couple, but I'm not sure on if they would be good or not. I want to hear your ideas first though. I know you're very intelligent, mister master manipulator." She teased with a grin.

She heard Charlie practically vibrating with the excited way she spoke, and shook her head with a laugh, hearing Vaggi/Vagene try to calm her down with barely any success. Because of the two, she knew it was going to be ready within three hours, right on time for everyone to get there. With her and Alastor about to eat, it was perfect timing, and she was glad of it. While waiting, Dark decided to draw small doodles of chaos and the things that she had made for fun in her realm.

"My dear Mamman was always taking care of people. What little we had she would share with anyone who needed it." He tested the food while he talked, deeming it perfect and turning off the stove. "She was so many things to so many people; a cook, a teacher, a nurse, a confidant. I have no doubt she would have loved to pass on her recipes to you, especially for her grandchild."

He dished up two bowls, setting one in front of Dark, along with a glass of water, then did the same for himself. "I do have one name suggestion, if I may. If the baby happens to be a girl, my Mamman's name was Claire. Not only would it honour her, but it also has a delightful irony to it, your name being Dark, while Claire means clear and bright."

She made sure to clear her mouth before speaking again. "I'd imagine that I would've been hit with the wooden spoon many times in trying to get it perfectly right. I can cook, but not as good as this. You're doing your Mamman proud." She took a sip of water, and looked at him for a moment, her just enjoying the calm at the moment without anyone running around or causing chaos right next to them. "I think, for a boys' name, we could go with either Darien or Lucien. I thought of Damian, but wasn't sure on it."

Soon enough, there was an audible noise that made a couple of the crew members go silent, and Charlie start to talk of welcoming someone to the hotel, but wasn't as over the top happy like normal. She sounded actually to have a forced cheer when speaking to the ones than came in, and Dark knew who entered. "I guess the Vees are here now."

"Dark, my dearest doe, you should be resting, not putting up party decorations."

Alastor had just returned to the hotel after an overlord meeting, which he hoped would be the last before the baby was due. He hadn't expected to walk in and find the mother of his child putting up decorations for the baby shower Charlie had insisted on throwing for them.

"The others are more than capable of doing this, you have enough work to do keeping our our fawn safe and sound for a little longer."

"The meeting was mostly tedious, discussions of territory rearrangements and the like, nothing particularly important." The subject of Vox, however, broadend his grin. "Unfortunately, Vox couldn't make it. He sent Velvette instead. I asked her to pass on an invitation to our little soiree later. I'm sure Vox would love to congratulate us in person."

Dark heard a slight crash before Niffty laughed, and it caused her to shake her head. "We will have to keep our little one away from Niff for a while. They'll already be insane enough just with our combined insanities." She giggled a bit. Hearing Charlie overreacting and trying her best to not yell or sound panicked gave an ever better reason to laugh. "The amazing life of chaos we have when we're not causing it... I'm jealous." Dark smiled then, and looked down at Alastor.

"Just imagine the chaos we'll cause as a family, my darling doe. A few more weeks is worth it for that, isn't it? Now, have you eaten yet? Whatever you're craving, your every wish is my command."

"I think this time we eat something you'd like to eat. That's my wish. I know I need to eat, but I have no cravings for anything, so I leave it to the expert southern chef for your culinary divinity." She grinned, her touching his nose for half a second. "Though, because there's only about a month left, we should figure out the name of our fawn. So, maybe before the baby shower, we talk of that, or do you want to wait until after the gender reveal?"

He helped her to her feet, a steadying hand at the small of her back as it so often was these days. "Maybe we should eat in the kitchen? I know Charlie wanted to have some element of surprise around the party preparations." Ideally he would have just shadow magicked them to their destination, but while neither of them could be sure it wouldn't harm the child it wasn't worth the risk for the sake of a few steps.

"I don't see any harm in discussing names before the reveal, then we can announce the name tonight as well if we choose one. Did you have anything in mind yet, my love?"

Sitting down at the kitchen island, she took in the smell of the jambalaya, and smiled with a sigh. "Mamman knew the best recipes to fatten a person up." She rubbed her stomach a little. "So, for names... I actually have a couple, but I'm not sure on if they would be good or not. I want to hear your ideas first though. I know you're very intelligent, mister master manipulator." She teased with a grin.

She heard Charlie practically vibrating with the excited way she spoke, and shook her head with a laugh, hearing Vaggi/Vagene try to calm her down with barely any success. Because of the two, she knew it was going to be ready within three hours, right on time for everyone to get there. With her and Alastor about to eat, it was perfect timing, and she was glad of it. While waiting, Dark decided to draw small doodles of chaos and the things that she had made for fun in her realm.

"Dark, my dearest doe, you should be resting, not putting up party decorations."

Alastor had just returned to the hotel after an overlord meeting, which he hoped would be the last before the baby was due. He hadn't expected to walk in and find the mother of his child putting up decorations for the baby shower Charlie had insisted on throwing for them.

"The others are more than capable of doing this, you have enough work to do keeping our our fawn safe and sound for a little longer."

"The meeting was mostly tedious, discussions of territory rearrangements and the like, nothing particularly important." The subject of Vox, however, broadend his grin. "Unfortunately, Vox couldn't make it. He sent Velvette instead. I asked her to pass on an invitation to our little soiree later. I'm sure Vox would love to congratulate us in person."

Dark heard a slight crash before Niffty laughed, and it caused her to shake her head. "We will have to keep our little one away from Niff for a while. They'll already be insane enough just with our combined insanities." She giggled a bit. Hearing Charlie overreacting and trying her best to not yell or sound panicked gave an ever better reason to laugh. "The amazing life of chaos we have when we're not causing it... I'm jealous." Dark smiled then, and looked down at Alastor.

"Just imagine the chaos we'll cause as a family, my darling doe. A few more weeks is worth it for that, isn't it? Now, have you eaten yet? Whatever you're craving, your every wish is my command."

"I think this time we eat something you'd like to eat. That's my wish. I know I need to eat, but I have no cravings for anything, so I leave it to the expert southern chef for your culinary divinity." She grinned, her touching his nose for half a second. "Though, because there's only about a month left, we should figure out the name of our fawn. So, maybe before the baby shower, we talk of that, or do you want to wait until after the gender reveal?"

"Dark, my dearest doe, you should be resting, not putting up party decorations."

Alastor had just returned to the hotel after an overlord meeting, which he hoped would be the last before the baby was due. He hadn't expected to walk in and find the mother of his child putting up decorations for the baby shower Charlie had insisted on throwing for them.

"The others are more than capable of doing this, you have enough work to do keeping our our fawn safe and sound for a little longer."

"The meeting was mostly tedious, discussions of territory rearrangements and the like, nothing particularly important." The subject of Vox, however, broadend his grin. "Unfortunately, Vox couldn't make it. He sent Velvette instead. I asked her to pass on an invitation to our little soiree later. I'm sure Vox would love to congratulate us in person."

Dark heard a slight crash before Niffty laughed, and it caused her to shake her head. "We will have to keep our little one away from Niff for a while. They'll already be insane enough just with our combined insanities." She giggled a bit. Hearing Charlie overreacting and trying her best to not yell or sound panicked gave an ever better reason to laugh. "The amazing life of chaos we have when we're not causing it... I'm jealous." Dark smiled then, and looked down at Alastor.

"Dark, my dearest doe, you should be resting, not putting up party decorations."

Alastor had just returned to the hotel after an overlord meeting, which he hoped would be the last before the baby was due. He hadn't expected to walk in and find the mother of his child putting up decorations for the baby shower Charlie had insisted on throwing for them.

"The others are more than capable of doing this, you have enough work to do keeping our our fawn safe and sound for a little longer."

Though he was loath to admit it to anyone, least of all himself, Alastor had been concerned about Dark as of late. Neither of them had given whatever their relationship was now a label, but they had shared a bed more than once, and Alastor had found himself feeling protective - and perhaps even a little possessive - of her.

Dark had gotten to see Alastor after what felt like a long night of strange dreams, and smiled slightly from his concern. She honestly didn't know what they were or could be, but that was a different conversation she doubted either wanted to think of.

"Well, I know I'm still recovering from two nights ago, but otherwise I feel..."

"Dark, you're a sinner. You can't possibly be ill..." and yet, as he felt her forehead with the hand that had been holding her hair, he noted a clamminess to her skin. "Perhaps we should find a doctor? Or I daresay even Lucifer? He seems to at least show some concern for you compared to the rest of us ..."

Dark panted a little more, then nodded slightly. She moved herself slowly, flushing the toilet before she used the sink to rinse her mouth out. She didn't want to have that taste and get sick again by any means. Looking at herself in the mirror, she closed her eyes for a few moments.

"A doctor would be good. I don't think bothering adopted dad would be good for the moment, honestly. Besides, I'm a being of void and chaos, not a sinner, so I should be alright without a problem."

She groaned slightly, then turned and leaned against Alastor, feeling better when she leaned on him. A small smile came to her face, but she quickly stood straight.

"Very well. You stay here, rest. I'll be back soon." For a second or two, Alastor cupped her cheek with a deceptively gentle hand before disappearing with his shadow.

He found the most discreet doctor from one of the few clinics that treated Hellborn - and patched up injured sinners - in the Pride ring. Not that discretion mattered. No one was stupid enough to go against what the Radio Demon wanted.

"I've brought the doctor, my dear. How are you feeling now?" To anyone else, Alastor's smile would hide any trace of worry, but he knew that Dark knew him better than that.

Dark had allowed herself to just feel for a moment, and what she felt was comfortable before he disappeared into the shadows. She wouldn't admit it to anyone at all, not wanting this delicate balance to disappear. She couldn't stop her heart from forcing itself to show her, though. She was truly in love with him. Dark laid back down, moving herself to more sit up and relax, though was being careful. She swore to keep it locked inside her until he said something first. She was startled from her thoughts when she heard of the doctor being there.

"I'm better for the moment, and am glad you got the doctor." She saw the worry within his eyes, and smiled at him faintly, trying to reassure him that she was going to be alright. She soon covered the soft smile when she looked at the doctor, giving an apologetic one. "Thank you for coming on such short notice, doc." She looked at how the male looked, and almost laughed, her imagining that he was scared to make any mistake. She sat up fully, and answered the doctors' questions. She soon paused in thinking of something.

"Doc, can you perhaps do a pelvic exam? I'm curious on something..." She glanced soon at Alastor. "Alastor dear, could I ask you to please go fetch me something bland from the kitchen while the doctor does this? To be able to have something in my stomach."

He made his way to the hotel's small kitchen - one of his favourite places in the establishment - and set about making a small tray for Dark. Toast and crackers, both light enough that he hoped they wouldn't trouble her stomach too much, a glass of water and a small cup of tea. He was just about to head back upstairs when Charlie hurried into the kitchen.

"Oh! Alastor! Sorry! Gotta grab a snack, I don't get much time between therapy sessions. I thought you were going out with Dark today?"

Alastor resisted the urge to retort with something about not prying into other people's business. "Dark is feeling under the weather, but don't fret. She's being taken care of. In fact, I must get back to her." Before Charlie could engage him any further, he picked up the tray and strode out of the kitchen.

Balancing the tray in one hand, Alastor wrapped a sharp knock at Dark's door. "It's Alastor, my dear!"

"You're free to come in, Al." Dark had wondered about the waiting time, and knew that the swab and sample the doctor had would help in making sure she didn't have any doubts in her mind. "He just finished up, Alastor, so thank you very much in going and getting something for me to eat. The toast smells absolutely delicious. I know it's just heated bread, but right now it smells amazing."

She looked at the doctor when he shuffled around to look at them, and saw that he was smiling. "So doc, nothing's wrong, right?" The doctor shook his head. "Everything is perfectly fine. Also, congratulations. You're pregnant." Dark went dead silent, her jaw dropping open from hearing that.

"I'm what?!"

"That....can't be possible, doctor. I'm a sinner, I can't reproduce."

The doctor seemed far less unfazed by their shock than he was by how close the Radio Demon was standing next to him. "That's true, but this young lady isn't a sinner, and things can be unpredictable when there's magic involved. But you are, most definitely, pregnant. About eight weeks along, I'd say." He glanced a little nervously at Alastor. "We can schedule your first appointment at the clinic in a day or two, and I'll prescribe you some prenatal vitamins. They're made for hellborn, but they should be just as helpful for you."

Alastor barely noticed the doctor leaving, or the quiet stillness that settled into the room while he sank down to perch on the edge of Dark's bed as though he was afraid to jostle her.

"My dearest Dark ... I'm so sorry if I'd known this was a possibility I would have certainly been more careful. Having children has never been something I thought I would ever have to consider ... but, whatever you choose to do, I will stand by you."

"This is... I just can't believe it. I figured, like you, that it wasn't possible because you were a sinner... I guess that you are still able to, so long as the other isn't a sinner." She pressed a hand to her head, trying as much as she could to wrap her head around it. "I honestly don't know what to do. I mean, when I was alive, I had a child and such, but that was when I was human. As a being of void and chaos, I don't know what's going to happen."

Dark finally lifted her head up, and looked at Alastor at last. "Do you want any children at all? I mean, this is as much of a decision as yours as it is also mine. I don't want to force this on you if you don't want to have children. I'll admit though... I am slightly curious on what a child would be like with both of our powers. Again though, I don't want to force you with anything."

As he talked, his voice lost most of its radio filter, sounding as close to human as he ever would again.

")He was always drunk and angry; he'd beat Mamma, and me when I tried to protect her. He hated us for the color of our skin, for the language we spoke. And yet he kept coming back when he needed a bed and someone to feed him. Did you know he was my first victim? I was nineteen, I'd just gotten my first real radio job; I came home to tell Mamma but I was too late. He was there, with her blood all over him, laughing about what he'd done. I gutted him with a kitchen knife."

He held Dark's gaze for a moment, before his eyes moved to her stomach, imagining the child growing inside there.

"I don't know what sort of father I'd be, but I'd strive every day of my afterlife to be better than he was. Dark, if you want this child, then I want it too."

She shook her head, a faint huff and laugh coming from her at the irony of it all. "The woman even took my daughter away from me, calling her the daughter she never had, and that it was her second chance. The only thing she did was make a miniature version of me, but one that smoked pot. Truly, the woman never learned." She sighed. "I hate that my daughter went through the same thing to turn out like me."

Dark finally gave a soft smile at Alastor. "Let's be better than our parents...prove that we are better than they ever could be...and give our child a home with a full family that loves them regardless of how they turn out. Not spoil them, of course. Adopted dad Lucifer will do plenty of that." She looked at her stomach, pressing a hand to it, and looked a little worried then. "So... with this then." She looked up at him. "What are we? What is this between us?"

"You were not a mistake, dearest; and our baby will know they are not a mistake. Unexpected, perhaps, but not unwanted."

Alastor placed his hand over hers on top of her stomach. "I will be yours, Dark, until the day you tell me otherwise. Now, please try to eat some of this toast or crackers. We should try to keep your strength up."

Her expression softened, and she kissed him before leaning her head on his shoulder. They were alone, and in it being an official title of them being a couple now, she wanted to allow herself this one moment, this pause in the game that was Hell. "None of this was a mistake indeed... quite the twist for this to happen, but never a mistake. I'll not separate from you until you tire of me, either. Of course there will be fights, like there has been before, but I'll try not to throw you into my realm for a time out, and expect you to do the same with yours." Dark faintly laughed.

She took some of the toast, added a little butter, and bit it once it cooled off. "Mmm... this tastes too good. I feel like my cravings are going to be an absolute nightmare. Fingers crossed that I don't get weird ones like pickles on peanut butter, banana, and jelly sandwiches." Dark shuddered at the thought. She hoped it'd be simple like the last time. She had only craved pop for drink, but otherwise nothing else.

((Ok. Were you wanting to do more rp with the beginning of it, time skip, or done with it? I don't mind any way you wanna go with it. Also, did you want her to explain how she isn't a sinner even though she lived like anyone else before dying?))

Though he was loath to admit it to anyone, least of all himself, Alastor had been concerned about Dark as of late. Neither of them had given whatever their relationship was now a label, but they had shared a bed more than once, and Alastor had found himself feeling protective - and perhaps even a little possessive - of her.

Dark had gotten to see Alastor after what felt like a long night of strange dreams, and smiled slightly from his concern. She honestly didn't know what they were or could be, but that was a different conversation she doubted either wanted to think of.

"Well, I know I'm still recovering from two nights ago, but otherwise I feel..."

"Dark, you're a sinner. You can't possibly be ill..." and yet, as he felt her forehead with the hand that had been holding her hair, he noted a clamminess to her skin. "Perhaps we should find a doctor? Or I daresay even Lucifer? He seems to at least show some concern for you compared to the rest of us ..."

Dark panted a little more, then nodded slightly. She moved herself slowly, flushing the toilet before she used the sink to rinse her mouth out. She didn't want to have that taste and get sick again by any means. Looking at herself in the mirror, she closed her eyes for a few moments.

"A doctor would be good. I don't think bothering adopted dad would be good for the moment, honestly. Besides, I'm a being of void and chaos, not a sinner, so I should be alright without a problem."

She groaned slightly, then turned and leaned against Alastor, feeling better when she leaned on him. A small smile came to her face, but she quickly stood straight.

"Very well. You stay here, rest. I'll be back soon." For a second or two, Alastor cupped her cheek with a deceptively gentle hand before disappearing with his shadow.

He found the most discreet doctor from one of the few clinics that treated Hellborn - and patched up injured sinners - in the Pride ring. Not that discretion mattered. No one was stupid enough to go against what the Radio Demon wanted.

"I've brought the doctor, my dear. How are you feeling now?" To anyone else, Alastor's smile would hide any trace of worry, but he knew that Dark knew him better than that.

Dark had allowed herself to just feel for a moment, and what she felt was comfortable before he disappeared into the shadows. She wouldn't admit it to anyone at all, not wanting this delicate balance to disappear. She couldn't stop her heart from forcing itself to show her, though. She was truly in love with him. Dark laid back down, moving herself to more sit up and relax, though was being careful. She swore to keep it locked inside her until he said something first. She was startled from her thoughts when she heard of the doctor being there.

"I'm better for the moment, and am glad you got the doctor." She saw the worry within his eyes, and smiled at him faintly, trying to reassure him that she was going to be alright. She soon covered the soft smile when she looked at the doctor, giving an apologetic one. "Thank you for coming on such short notice, doc." She looked at how the male looked, and almost laughed, her imagining that he was scared to make any mistake. She sat up fully, and answered the doctors' questions. She soon paused in thinking of something.

"Doc, can you perhaps do a pelvic exam? I'm curious on something..." She glanced soon at Alastor. "Alastor dear, could I ask you to please go fetch me something bland from the kitchen while the doctor does this? To be able to have something in my stomach."

He made his way to the hotel's small kitchen - one of his favourite places in the establishment - and set about making a small tray for Dark. Toast and crackers, both light enough that he hoped they wouldn't trouble her stomach too much, a glass of water and a small cup of tea. He was just about to head back upstairs when Charlie hurried into the kitchen.

"Oh! Alastor! Sorry! Gotta grab a snack, I don't get much time between therapy sessions. I thought you were going out with Dark today?"

Alastor resisted the urge to retort with something about not prying into other people's business. "Dark is feeling under the weather, but don't fret. She's being taken care of. In fact, I must get back to her." Before Charlie could engage him any further, he picked up the tray and strode out of the kitchen.

Balancing the tray in one hand, Alastor wrapped a sharp knock at Dark's door. "It's Alastor, my dear!"

"You're free to come in, Al." Dark had wondered about the waiting time, and knew that the swab and sample the doctor had would help in making sure she didn't have any doubts in her mind. "He just finished up, Alastor, so thank you very much in going and getting something for me to eat. The toast smells absolutely delicious. I know it's just heated bread, but right now it smells amazing."

She looked at the doctor when he shuffled around to look at them, and saw that he was smiling. "So doc, nothing's wrong, right?" The doctor shook his head. "Everything is perfectly fine. Also, congratulations. You're pregnant." Dark went dead silent, her jaw dropping open from hearing that.

"I'm what?!"

"That....can't be possible, doctor. I'm a sinner, I can't reproduce."

The doctor seemed far less unfazed by their shock than he was by how close the Radio Demon was standing next to him. "That's true, but this young lady isn't a sinner, and things can be unpredictable when there's magic involved. But you are, most definitely, pregnant. About eight weeks along, I'd say." He glanced a little nervously at Alastor. "We can schedule your first appointment at the clinic in a day or two, and I'll prescribe you some prenatal vitamins. They're made for hellborn, but they should be just as helpful for you."

Alastor barely noticed the doctor leaving, or the quiet stillness that settled into the room while he sank down to perch on the edge of Dark's bed as though he was afraid to jostle her.

"My dearest Dark ... I'm so sorry if I'd known this was a possibility I would have certainly been more careful. Having children has never been something I thought I would ever have to consider ... but, whatever you choose to do, I will stand by you."

"This is... I just can't believe it. I figured, like you, that it wasn't possible because you were a sinner... I guess that you are still able to, so long as the other isn't a sinner." She pressed a hand to her head, trying as much as she could to wrap her head around it. "I honestly don't know what to do. I mean, when I was alive, I had a child and such, but that was when I was human. As a being of void and chaos, I don't know what's going to happen."

Dark finally lifted her head up, and looked at Alastor at last. "Do you want any children at all? I mean, this is as much of a decision as yours as it is also mine. I don't want to force this on you if you don't want to have children. I'll admit though... I am slightly curious on what a child would be like with both of our powers. Again though, I don't want to force you with anything."

As he talked, his voice lost most of its radio filter, sounding as close to human as he ever would again.

")He was always drunk and angry; he'd beat Mamma, and me when I tried to protect her. He hated us for the color of our skin, for the language we spoke. And yet he kept coming back when he needed a bed and someone to feed him. Did you know he was my first victim? I was nineteen, I'd just gotten my first real radio job; I came home to tell Mamma but I was too late. He was there, with her blood all over him, laughing about what he'd done. I gutted him with a kitchen knife."

He held Dark's gaze for a moment, before his eyes moved to her stomach, imagining the child growing inside there.

"I don't know what sort of father I'd be, but I'd strive every day of my afterlife to be better than he was. Dark, if you want this child, then I want it too."

She shook her head, a faint huff and laugh coming from her at the irony of it all. "The woman even took my daughter away from me, calling her the daughter she never had, and that it was her second chance. The only thing she did was make a miniature version of me, but one that smoked pot. Truly, the woman never learned." She sighed. "I hate that my daughter went through the same thing to turn out like me."

Dark finally gave a soft smile at Alastor. "Let's be better than our parents...prove that we are better than they ever could be...and give our child a home with a full family that loves them regardless of how they turn out. Not spoil them, of course. Adopted dad Lucifer will do plenty of that." She looked at her stomach, pressing a hand to it, and looked a little worried then. "So... with this then." She looked up at him. "What are we? What is this between us?"

Though he was loath to admit it to anyone, least of all himself, Alastor had been concerned about Dark as of late. Neither of them had given whatever their relationship was now a label, but they had shared a bed more than once, and Alastor had found himself feeling protective - and perhaps even a little possessive - of her.

Dark had gotten to see Alastor after what felt like a long night of strange dreams, and smiled slightly from his concern. She honestly didn't know what they were or could be, but that was a different conversation she doubted either wanted to think of.

"Well, I know I'm still recovering from two nights ago, but otherwise I feel..."

"Dark, you're a sinner. You can't possibly be ill..." and yet, as he felt her forehead with the hand that had been holding her hair, he noted a clamminess to her skin. "Perhaps we should find a doctor? Or I daresay even Lucifer? He seems to at least show some concern for you compared to the rest of us ..."

Dark panted a little more, then nodded slightly. She moved herself slowly, flushing the toilet before she used the sink to rinse her mouth out. She didn't want to have that taste and get sick again by any means. Looking at herself in the mirror, she closed her eyes for a few moments.

"A doctor would be good. I don't think bothering adopted dad would be good for the moment, honestly. Besides, I'm a being of void and chaos, not a sinner, so I should be alright without a problem."

She groaned slightly, then turned and leaned against Alastor, feeling better when she leaned on him. A small smile came to her face, but she quickly stood straight.

"Very well. You stay here, rest. I'll be back soon." For a second or two, Alastor cupped her cheek with a deceptively gentle hand before disappearing with his shadow.

He found the most discreet doctor from one of the few clinics that treated Hellborn - and patched up injured sinners - in the Pride ring. Not that discretion mattered. No one was stupid enough to go against what the Radio Demon wanted.

"I've brought the doctor, my dear. How are you feeling now?" To anyone else, Alastor's smile would hide any trace of worry, but he knew that Dark knew him better than that.

Dark had allowed herself to just feel for a moment, and what she felt was comfortable before he disappeared into the shadows. She wouldn't admit it to anyone at all, not wanting this delicate balance to disappear. She couldn't stop her heart from forcing itself to show her, though. She was truly in love with him. Dark laid back down, moving herself to more sit up and relax, though was being careful. She swore to keep it locked inside her until he said something first. She was startled from her thoughts when she heard of the doctor being there.

"I'm better for the moment, and am glad you got the doctor." She saw the worry within his eyes, and smiled at him faintly, trying to reassure him that she was going to be alright. She soon covered the soft smile when she looked at the doctor, giving an apologetic one. "Thank you for coming on such short notice, doc." She looked at how the male looked, and almost laughed, her imagining that he was scared to make any mistake. She sat up fully, and answered the doctors' questions. She soon paused in thinking of something.

"Doc, can you perhaps do a pelvic exam? I'm curious on something..." She glanced soon at Alastor. "Alastor dear, could I ask you to please go fetch me something bland from the kitchen while the doctor does this? To be able to have something in my stomach."

He made his way to the hotel's small kitchen - one of his favourite places in the establishment - and set about making a small tray for Dark. Toast and crackers, both light enough that he hoped they wouldn't trouble her stomach too much, a glass of water and a small cup of tea. He was just about to head back upstairs when Charlie hurried into the kitchen.

"Oh! Alastor! Sorry! Gotta grab a snack, I don't get much time between therapy sessions. I thought you were going out with Dark today?"

Alastor resisted the urge to retort with something about not prying into other people's business. "Dark is feeling under the weather, but don't fret. She's being taken care of. In fact, I must get back to her." Before Charlie could engage him any further, he picked up the tray and strode out of the kitchen.

Balancing the tray in one hand, Alastor wrapped a sharp knock at Dark's door. "It's Alastor, my dear!"

"You're free to come in, Al." Dark had wondered about the waiting time, and knew that the swab and sample the doctor had would help in making sure she didn't have any doubts in her mind. "He just finished up, Alastor, so thank you very much in going and getting something for me to eat. The toast smells absolutely delicious. I know it's just heated bread, but right now it smells amazing."

She looked at the doctor when he shuffled around to look at them, and saw that he was smiling. "So doc, nothing's wrong, right?" The doctor shook his head. "Everything is perfectly fine. Also, congratulations. You're pregnant." Dark went dead silent, her jaw dropping open from hearing that.

"I'm what?!"

"That....can't be possible, doctor. I'm a sinner, I can't reproduce."

The doctor seemed far less unfazed by their shock than he was by how close the Radio Demon was standing next to him. "That's true, but this young lady isn't a sinner, and things can be unpredictable when there's magic involved. But you are, most definitely, pregnant. About eight weeks along, I'd say." He glanced a little nervously at Alastor. "We can schedule your first appointment at the clinic in a day or two, and I'll prescribe you some prenatal vitamins. They're made for hellborn, but they should be just as helpful for you."

Alastor barely noticed the doctor leaving, or the quiet stillness that settled into the room while he sank down to perch on the edge of Dark's bed as though he was afraid to jostle her.

"My dearest Dark ... I'm so sorry if I'd known this was a possibility I would have certainly been more careful. Having children has never been something I thought I would ever have to consider ... but, whatever you choose to do, I will stand by you."

"This is... I just can't believe it. I figured, like you, that it wasn't possible because you were a sinner... I guess that you are still able to, so long as the other isn't a sinner." She pressed a hand to her head, trying as much as she could to wrap her head around it. "I honestly don't know what to do. I mean, when I was alive, I had a child and such, but that was when I was human. As a being of void and chaos, I don't know what's going to happen."

Dark finally lifted her head up, and looked at Alastor at last. "Do you want any children at all? I mean, this is as much of a decision as yours as it is also mine. I don't want to force this on you if you don't want to have children. I'll admit though... I am slightly curious on what a child would be like with both of our powers. Again though, I don't want to force you with anything."

Though he was loath to admit it to anyone, least of all himself, Alastor had been concerned about Dark as of late. Neither of them had given whatever their relationship was now a label, but they had shared a bed more than once, and Alastor had found himself feeling protective - and perhaps even a little possessive - of her.

Dark had gotten to see Alastor after what felt like a long night of strange dreams, and smiled slightly from his concern. She honestly didn't know what they were or could be, but that was a different conversation she doubted either wanted to think of.

"Well, I know I'm still recovering from two nights ago, but otherwise I feel..."

"Dark, you're a sinner. You can't possibly be ill..." and yet, as he felt her forehead with the hand that had been holding her hair, he noted a clamminess to her skin. "Perhaps we should find a doctor? Or I daresay even Lucifer? He seems to at least show some concern for you compared to the rest of us ..."

Dark panted a little more, then nodded slightly. She moved herself slowly, flushing the toilet before she used the sink to rinse her mouth out. She didn't want to have that taste and get sick again by any means. Looking at herself in the mirror, she closed her eyes for a few moments.

"A doctor would be good. I don't think bothering adopted dad would be good for the moment, honestly. Besides, I'm a being of void and chaos, not a sinner, so I should be alright without a problem."

She groaned slightly, then turned and leaned against Alastor, feeling better when she leaned on him. A small smile came to her face, but she quickly stood straight.

"Very well. You stay here, rest. I'll be back soon." For a second or two, Alastor cupped her cheek with a deceptively gentle hand before disappearing with his shadow.

He found the most discreet doctor from one of the few clinics that treated Hellborn - and patched up injured sinners - in the Pride ring. Not that discretion mattered. No one was stupid enough to go against what the Radio Demon wanted.

"I've brought the doctor, my dear. How are you feeling now?" To anyone else, Alastor's smile would hide any trace of worry, but he knew that Dark knew him better than that.

Dark had allowed herself to just feel for a moment, and what she felt was comfortable before he disappeared into the shadows. She wouldn't admit it to anyone at all, not wanting this delicate balance to disappear. She couldn't stop her heart from forcing itself to show her, though. She was truly in love with him. Dark laid back down, moving herself to more sit up and relax, though was being careful. She swore to keep it locked inside her until he said something first. She was startled from her thoughts when she heard of the doctor being there.

"I'm better for the moment, and am glad you got the doctor." She saw the worry within his eyes, and smiled at him faintly, trying to reassure him that she was going to be alright. She soon covered the soft smile when she looked at the doctor, giving an apologetic one. "Thank you for coming on such short notice, doc." She looked at how the male looked, and almost laughed, her imagining that he was scared to make any mistake. She sat up fully, and answered the doctors' questions. She soon paused in thinking of something.

"Doc, can you perhaps do a pelvic exam? I'm curious on something..." She glanced soon at Alastor. "Alastor dear, could I ask you to please go fetch me something bland from the kitchen while the doctor does this? To be able to have something in my stomach."

He made his way to the hotel's small kitchen - one of his favourite places in the establishment - and set about making a small tray for Dark. Toast and crackers, both light enough that he hoped they wouldn't trouble her stomach too much, a glass of water and a small cup of tea. He was just about to head back upstairs when Charlie hurried into the kitchen.

"Oh! Alastor! Sorry! Gotta grab a snack, I don't get much time between therapy sessions. I thought you were going out with Dark today?"

Alastor resisted the urge to retort with something about not prying into other people's business. "Dark is feeling under the weather, but don't fret. She's being taken care of. In fact, I must get back to her." Before Charlie could engage him any further, he picked up the tray and strode out of the kitchen.

Balancing the tray in one hand, Alastor wrapped a sharp knock at Dark's door. "It's Alastor, my dear!"

"You're free to come in, Al." Dark had wondered about the waiting time, and knew that the swab and sample the doctor had would help in making sure she didn't have any doubts in her mind. "He just finished up, Alastor, so thank you very much in going and getting something for me to eat. The toast smells absolutely delicious. I know it's just heated bread, but right now it smells amazing."

She looked at the doctor when he shuffled around to look at them, and saw that he was smiling. "So doc, nothing's wrong, right?" The doctor shook his head. "Everything is perfectly fine. Also, congratulations. You're pregnant." Dark went dead silent, her jaw dropping open from hearing that.

"I'm what?!"

Though he was loath to admit it to anyone, least of all himself, Alastor had been concerned about Dark as of late. Neither of them had given whatever their relationship was now a label, but they had shared a bed more than once, and Alastor had found himself feeling protective - and perhaps even a little possessive - of her.

Dark had gotten to see Alastor after what felt like a long night of strange dreams, and smiled slightly from his concern. She honestly didn't know what they were or could be, but that was a different conversation she doubted either wanted to think of.

"Well, I know I'm still recovering from two nights ago, but otherwise I feel..."

"Dark, you're a sinner. You can't possibly be ill..." and yet, as he felt her forehead with the hand that had been holding her hair, he noted a clamminess to her skin. "Perhaps we should find a doctor? Or I daresay even Lucifer? He seems to at least show some concern for you compared to the rest of us ..."

Dark panted a little more, then nodded slightly. She moved herself slowly, flushing the toilet before she used the sink to rinse her mouth out. She didn't want to have that taste and get sick again by any means. Looking at herself in the mirror, she closed her eyes for a few moments.

"A doctor would be good. I don't think bothering adopted dad would be good for the moment, honestly. Besides, I'm a being of void and chaos, not a sinner, so I should be alright without a problem."

She groaned slightly, then turned and leaned against Alastor, feeling better when she leaned on him. A small smile came to her face, but she quickly stood straight.

"Very well. You stay here, rest. I'll be back soon." For a second or two, Alastor cupped her cheek with a deceptively gentle hand before disappearing with his shadow.

He found the most discreet doctor from one of the few clinics that treated Hellborn - and patched up injured sinners - in the Pride ring. Not that discretion mattered. No one was stupid enough to go against what the Radio Demon wanted.

"I've brought the doctor, my dear. How are you feeling now?" To anyone else, Alastor's smile would hide any trace of worry, but he knew that Dark knew him better than that.

Dark had allowed herself to just feel for a moment, and what she felt was comfortable before he disappeared into the shadows. She wouldn't admit it to anyone at all, not wanting this delicate balance to disappear. She couldn't stop her heart from forcing itself to show her, though. She was truly in love with him. Dark laid back down, moving herself to more sit up and relax, though was being careful. She swore to keep it locked inside her until he said something first. She was startled from her thoughts when she heard of the doctor being there.

"I'm better for the moment, and am glad you got the doctor." She saw the worry within his eyes, and smiled at him faintly, trying to reassure him that she was going to be alright. She soon covered the soft smile when she looked at the doctor, giving an apologetic one. "Thank you for coming on such short notice, doc." She looked at how the male looked, and almost laughed, her imagining that he was scared to make any mistake. She sat up fully, and answered the doctors' questions. She soon paused in thinking of something.

"Doc, can you perhaps do a pelvic exam? I'm curious on something..." She glanced soon at Alastor. "Alastor dear, could I ask you to please go fetch me something bland from the kitchen while the doctor does this? To be able to have something in my stomach."

Though he was loath to admit it to anyone, least of all himself, Alastor had been concerned about Dark as of late. Neither of them had given whatever their relationship was now a label, but they had shared a bed more than once, and Alastor had found himself feeling protective - and perhaps even a little possessive - of her.

Dark had gotten to see Alastor after what felt like a long night of strange dreams, and smiled slightly from his concern. She honestly didn't know what they were or could be, but that was a different conversation she doubted either wanted to think of.

"Well, I know I'm still recovering from two nights ago, but otherwise I feel..."

"Dark, you're a sinner. You can't possibly be ill..." and yet, as he felt her forehead with the hand that had been holding her hair, he noted a clamminess to her skin. "Perhaps we should find a doctor? Or I daresay even Lucifer? He seems to at least show some concern for you compared to the rest of us ..."

Dark panted a little more, then nodded slightly. She moved herself slowly, flushing the toilet before she used the sink to rinse her mouth out. She didn't want to have that taste and get sick again by any means. Looking at herself in the mirror, she closed her eyes for a few moments.

"A doctor would be good. I don't think bothering adopted dad would be good for the moment, honestly. Besides, I'm a being of void and chaos, not a sinner, so I should be alright without a problem."

She groaned slightly, then turned and leaned against Alastor, feeling better when she leaned on him. A small smile came to her face, but she quickly stood straight.

Though he was loath to admit it to anyone, least of all himself, Alastor had been concerned about Dark as of late. Neither of them had given whatever their relationship was now a label, but they had shared a bed more than once, and Alastor had found himself feeling protective - and perhaps even a little possessive - of her.

Dark had gotten to see Alastor after what felt like a long night of strange dreams, and smiled slightly from his concern. She honestly didn't know what they were or could be, but that was a different conversation she doubted either wanted to think of.

"Well, I know I'm still recovering from two nights ago, but otherwise I feel..."