The pilot didn’t even have to look up from the newspaper in his hands to know it was one of his stewardesses, Kim, standing behind him.
“Our passenger is requesting to speak to you… directly.”
This DEFINITELY made him look up, and he turned his head to face her, “Right now?”
“Hmph. Alright. Send her in, I guess.”
She nodded, and hurried off to fetch the passenger.
‘Huh. This is certainly a first,’ the pilot thought to himself as he folded up the newspaper, and tucked it into the glove compartment. His passengers have never taken the time to talk to him nor his first officer who was now giving him a strange look before shrugging. As if to say, “Your guess is as good as mine.”
Instead, his passengers interacted with the flight attendants, Kim, Lee, and Ji-hoo. A good bunch, those three… If not, slightly awkward and not the best at hiding their demon side. Not to mention their inexperience with working on aircraft. Him and his co-pilot, on the other hand, were licensed to fly, damn good at it, and their passengers would put their upmost trust in them. Which was a fatal mistake on their part as their souls would be stolen and siphoned to Gwi-ma upon the plane touching down on the runway.
“This is Miss Celine,” Kim returned to the cockpit with a young human woman at her side, but… he could sense another presence too. A much smaller, demonic one. He wasn’t going to comment on it yet, though, and instead put on his polite facade.
“How can I help you, Miss Celine?”
“Y- you’re a demon, right?”
This question took him aback though he maintained his composure, and nodded, “Yes. How did you know?”
“I’m a huntress… It’s kinda obvious that those three out in the cabin are demons so it’d make sense for the pilots to be demons themselves due to pack behavior.”
He smirked, and his human disguise slipped subtly with his coffee brown eyes flashing red and fangs peeking out from under his upper lip before he spoke again, “You’re smart… I like that. You haven’t answered my question completely yet, though. What can I possibly help you with that my flight attendants can’t, and why do you need to know whether or not I’m a demon?”
Celine opened up the right breast of the trench coat she was wearing to reveal a newborn in a sling, and the pilot blinked in surprise and disbelief.
The baby fussed for a bit while Celine lifted her up and out of the sling, but settled down once she was in the pilot’s arms- even yawning, and snuggling into his chest. He hated to admit it but… she was pretty stinking cute.
“No. Well, yes. Now she is. But… one of my soul sisters had her with a Jeoseung Saja.”
Tears were welling up in Celine’s eyes as she crossed her arms as an attempt to soothe herself, “I- I need you to take her. Please. I can’t do this. I just can’t…”
“Wait- what? Whoa, whoa, WHOA, lady. I don’t know you, you don’t know me, and you’re going to just… entrust me with a baby that’s practically yours?!”
“She needs to be with others of her own kind!,” Celine’s voice was strained as she yelled at him. “I TRIED so hard to take care of her by myself since both of her parents passed, but it’s not enough! Ta- take my soul after we touch down in Paris… I don’t care. Just… don’t hurt her. Please.”
The pilot glanced back down at the baby who was fast asleep, and sighed, “What is her name?”
“Here’s the deal, Celine. I’ll look after both of you, and help you with raising her.”
Celine gave him a skeptical look, “You aren’t… going to eat me?”
“Goodness, no. It simply isn’t in us to eat women, and their children. We mainly target men, and the worst of the worst criminals . If we do eat a mother and her child, it’s what I believe you humans would call a ‘whoopsie daisy’.”
“So… you guys just black out when that happens, or something?”
“That is exactly what happens, yes.”
She shrugged, “Eh. It could just be the sleepless nights and artificial hormones talking, but works for me, I guess. What’s the catch, though?”
“Really? You’re going to take me and my daughter into your care with no gimmicks of any sort?”
“Miss Celine. Why don’t you go use the facilities and freshen up? Maybe even get some sleep? I’ll watch Rumi.”
The oxitocin and cortisol told the young woman to snatch her daughter back from the pilot, but the sleep deprivation and overwhelming, general need to take care of herself won over, and she found herself stumbling into the bathroom.
“… Tiny, little thing,” the co-pilot finally spoke up regarding the baby in his colleague’s arms.
“Like… SO much smaller than the cubs back home. She smells so good too.”
“It’s the breast milk, and baby powder doing their thing.”
“… Speaking of breast milk… what are you gonna do if she starts fussing while Celine is in the bathroom, or asleep? You’re a guy for one thing, and we weren’t exactly expecting a small passenger such as her-”
He gestured to Rumi, “- for another. Sooooooo…”
The pilot had a smug look on his face, “We’re shapeshifters, aren’t we? I’m a guy NOW, but I could choose to be a woman if the situation calls for it.”
“How about an ass? ‘Cause you do a pretty good job at being one of those…”
The pilot brayed like a donkey, and his first officer jokingly punched him in the shoulder softly so as not to disturb the baby, “Prick. It’s a small wonder why you’re still single. It’s ’cause nobody can take you seriously.”
“Yeah? Well… Hopefully, I can change that now. If I play my cards right…”
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