Sebastian Michaelis

Life has come to a standstill, it seems, where nothing interesting is happening at all. I complain when peace is stripped away, but- ...Honestly. This is ridiculous. I'll stir up a ruckus in a few days if necessary.

I have always been one to become bored easily. Hence, why I still insist on playing the part as butler; I must always remain busy.

You can't really call giving a nine-year old boy a c-section "busy". It's not quite so interesting to dissect a body when you aren't allowed to kill it. And speaking of which, I'd love to "dissect" Riley. Asking for my eldest son's hand in marriage! The nerve of this boy! He really is quite ballsy, I'll give him that much. I dislike him with a passion...

I haven't seen Ciel in a while, and of course, I miss him. I mean... look what happens when I haven't got him to tell me off for things. "Don't do this, don't do that, bad Sebastian, you idiot!"

I need a slap, love. A real damn good one.

Caru Faustus

Nemo was born on Monday. Sebastian carried out the c-section perfectly... Denzel seems just as lively as ever. We're parents, he and I, now. And I couldn't be prouder.

Nemo looks plenty like Sebastian and Malphas. I'm a little sad, yes, that he doesn't look so much like myself or Den, but... nonetheless, I truly believe my son is perfect.

Mum says Ajax got Khod pregnant. He seems really excited that there will be puppies around soon. I think he wants another baby, to be frank- because he hates dogs, so why else would he be excited for puppies? But Cambion won't let him have another. He's probably afraid he'll be a failure of a parent, or just dislikes babies. I don't blame him- I mean... he is, after all, a failure of a hateful child and I hope that the fate that befalls him in the end is a tragic one. He deserves it.

Keaira Dimitri Faustus

Khod is having puppies.

Ajax is a man-whore. A total dog.

Cambion didn't seem so excited about it, I actually thought he might be. Perhaps I look too deeply into things.

I found out that I am highly allergic to the flowers he gave me yesterday- they make me act like I'm on crack, and I think I scared him a bit after sniffing them when he gave them to me. I still don't know just what I did. Which probably means I shouldn't find out.

I think I spend too much time at Claude's grave... but it can't be helped. Even though I'm with Cambion now... I want Claude back. I'm... so torn. It is possible to bring Claude back, but, I have Cambion to think of. I refuse to hurt him. Bringing Claude back is but a thought, and it shall remain that way. I need to learn to let go of the past and be grateful for what I have...

I don't know what to do.

***

"Lucius," called Malphas, his sinewy arm thrown over the back of a kitchen chair, his lengthy legs crossed in a casual fashion.

No response aside a long, high-pitched whine that droned from Ajax. The shepherd lay on his round belly upon the tiled floor, his neck descending in slow motion so that he might lay his chin on his golden forelimbs.

Malphas waited, his violet gaze shifting to the empty doorway as it tore itself away from Ajax. "Luca?"

Nothing.

The devil gave an exasperated exhalation of breath and rose from his seat, letting his arms hang at his sides in a manner that made them appear like he was burdened from the shoulders with heavy weights.

"Lucius Trancy, if you are ignoring me..." He shuffled to the stairway barefoot, and lifted his face from his position at the landing to stare at the very top. A solitary stained glass window glowed dimly in the silver moonlight, the twisted branches of dead trees and creeping vines casting shadows from behind, curling crookedly in the direction of Luca's room.

Malphas heaved a sigh and, lifting a snow-white foot, began his treacherous climb up the ancient staircase. The entire time, he clasped a hand to his abdomen in an almost protective manner. One wrong step, one little slip... It wasn't worth it.

Halfway into his journey, there was a sound so quiet that, at first, Malphas thought it to be the wind. As he came to another step, it sounded like a church choir- but in such a place that was quite literally Hell on Earth, why would a church choir even be near? He listened.

"A nightingale in a golden cage
That's me locked inside reality's maze..."

Had he the ears of a fox, they would have perked up in frivolous interest, and carelessly, the demon continued to sweep up the staircase in utter silence, the pads of his feet leaving nary a creak behind.

"Come,  someone,  make my heavy heart light
Come undone
Bring me back to life...
It all starts with a lullaby."

And, for the longest of moments , Malphas stood at the top of the stairs in which led into a corridor and listened.

"This is who I am
Escapist
Paradise Seeker
Farewell, time to fly
Out of sight
Out of time
Away from all lies."

A burst of energy later, the malignant spirit threw open the door to his youngest son's quarters, a scowl contorting itself upon his flawless visage as his wine-coloured gaze seared through the blackness of the young hellion's den.

A pale body lay sprawled upon the bed, the cream dress shirt let loose from its embrace upon it, its folds gently rising and falling about from under the body's spine. A small, flat abdomen glistened a dazzling white as moonbeams shot the flesh from out a window, the outlines of pink scars painted brutally all about the body's left. A bob of flaxen hair fell over one eye, large and laced about with long, long, noir lashes, the eyelids of the revealed eye darkly shadowed, bags above high-cheekbones. The periwinkle orb marred brightly through all the darkness, directed solely on Malphas.

A grin creeped upon the mangled face.

"Who's there knocking at my window?
The owl and the Dead Boy
This night whispers my name
All the dying children

Come hell or high water
My search will go on
Clayborn Voyage without an end..."

The orb evanesced, swallowed within the shadows, and did not dare open again.

Malphas swayed his weight to the right, and took one more step and cascaded to a kneel before the bedside, taking his son's head in his hands. He bent his neck and kissed the little upturned, pink nose of what once was the most radiant face in all of Hell- for now, it was the most frightful.

"...Sweet dreams, Luca. I love you, my son. I love you."