#miguel:demon spawn

A delivery man was staring at him after setting the three packages down at the door before he hesitated and then rang the doorbell, not sure if anyone inside knew that there was some passed out freak at the door. "Hey man, wake up, you gotta get out of here." The man mumbled and nudged the guy with his foot. Benny groaned and mumbled something incomprehensible as he stirred awake again.

(for whoever wants him from the family!)

Miguel answered the door, looking at the packages, then the delivery man. He sighed, stepping out next to his brother.

"I've got him, trust me. Ben, c'mon. Dad's gonna have your ass if he finds you out here like this," he said, letting the delivery guy leave as he tried to help Benny up.

Miguel gave his uncle a side glance, brow furrowed. "People call things miracles because most people don't know shit about this side of stuff. It's ignorance, not fear," he said, taking a sip of his beer. "Some people also attribute what they call miracles to the darkness."

"Your dad and Chase went out," he breathed, voice like gravel in comparison to Jason's usual smooth tone.

"Lucky you. You're the first one home."

{Fear for older! Mig 😈}

The younger cambion frowned at his uncle as he walked up the steps. "Yeah, lucky me…You ok? You sound sick. As in ill, not, like, cool," he asked, going to walk past his uncle. Something felt off, but he tried to brush it off. He did recognize the red irises, kind of. Mare had told him that happened when Jason was fighting himself. That was the extent of the explanation he gave his boys though.

"I swear I'm not lying! His eyes turned black! One minute he was fine....the next he changed. It was like he was some kinda monster! I ran as fast as I could!'

Mig held his sister's shoulders, making her look him in the eye. "Angel, you gotta tell me who. Who was it? Dad?" he asked. If his Dad or uncle had been willing to shift infront of Layla, something must've gone wrong. He looked her over, checking for any sign of bruising or injury. "Layla? Breath, just breath. In and out, c'mon. Talk to me."

He looked over her shoulder for any sign of Mare or Tony. They were just supposed to be out for a walk, a goddamned normal walk in the moonlight. Shit, it probably wasn't even Dad, he was working tonight, and Tony he hadn't heard from all week.

Layla was normally one of the first ones up and moving around the large manor house that uncle Dante had procured. Her footsteps were feather soft against old floorboards, and she'd usually get coffee going if her father hadn't already.

Today though, it was nearly noon, and she'd not even poked her head out of her room. Hadn't even gotten up truthfully. Her normally sunny demeanor was much like a stormy day as she pulled the overs over her head, hearing the knock at her door.

"What?" She grumbled, not really caring who was on the other side.

- have older!Layla for whoever wants to deal with some heartache

Miguel stood outside the door for a moment, debating on just leaving her alone, but the mix of emotions from the other side wouldn't let him. He turned the knob, opening the door just enough to look into the room, worry etched on his face. "Hey I, um…look, Nina, Ro, and I are going to the mall and I just wanted to know if you wanted to join us. You ok?" he asked, looking at the bedsheet over her head. He was worried, she never stayed in bed this late. She never felt like this to him.

"Layla, I don't think we should be here, something feels weird," he said, grabbing his sister's shoulders as they stood across from the strange door. Without either of them touching it though, the door swung open, pulling both teens in and slamming shut behind them, vanishing.

The two landed in the middle of a dimly lit camp, Layla landing on Miguel as tried to sit up. The cambion let out a small grunt, closing his eyes quickly as he tried to keep forgetting anything familiar in the area, catching several familiar auras but all somehow wrong. And probably feeling him right back.

Miguel gripped Jen's hand, brow furrowed as colors blossomed under the touch. "I…Jen, you've gotta understand. The world isn't all black and white like that. Not the way I was raised. I can't just…do and not feel guilt over it after," he tried to explain.

"I mean....I was going to tell all of you kids together, but it's almost impossible to get you all in the same place at once, and I figured you would feel it anyway so....I shouldn't just tell you, your dad and I are expecting again, though I guess this time it's my turn to carry the little one."

Miguel smiled, pulling Dante in for a hug, only for him to stiffen as he felt his newest siblings aura. And aura which most certainly was Dante's in part, but by no means connected to his father. He gently pushed Dante back, careful and not at all aggressive. Simply needing a moment to assess what he was feeling.

"That's not Dad's. I don't mean to worry you, but there isn't an ounce of Dad connected to the baby." He still had his hands on her shoulders, feeling the little one, trying to understand himself what he was sensing.