WIP Stories I Can't Finish

Of Angels and Demons [TomTord]

~+Past: Hell: The Devil's Palace+~

A heavy hand hit the throne's arm rest, resounding through the large room. Demons and Devils shivered as the room temperate dropped by their angry Lord.

"WHAT is the meaning of this?!"

A young man, or rather Devil, stood perfectly calm at the foot of the stairs leading up to the Lord Of Hell's throne. Hands held behind his back, posture straight but relaxed as he looks up to meet the Lord's gaze.

"I have made it clear, Father." The young Devil stated firm and clear. Loud enough that those in the throne room can hear without a mistake. "I have am gifted with children. Two of them to be precise."

"Yes... Yes you have," The Lord's hands clenched tightly into a fist. Yellow eyes with dark slits narrowed in displeasure, "But that does not clear that fact that you've been gifted children from an Angel!"

There was a moment of silence while their anger echoed the halls. The Devil at the foot of the stairs, the Prince as he's known by every monster in Hell, closes his eyes and places a hand over his chest.

"Yes, and I take full responsibility that I have been taking an interest in said Angel."

"Not just an Angel, but a one of the Powers. Those kinds of Angels are assigned to fight and kill our very kind my son." The Lord clicked his sharp fingernails against his throne as his temper fluxed. As they may be mad, they can't help but be curious. "What made you interested in the first place? You are very stubborn child who finds hardly anything interesting."

A gentle smirk pulls on the young devil's lips. "I met him on the battlefield during the Holy War. At first I thought nothing of him, a simple warrior angel meant to meet his end." He waves his hand up as wispy dark flames licks his hands. The flames comes off and dance into the form of an angel and a devil. "I was stunned really... I wouldn't be here today if it weren't for him."

The Lord leans forward with a gaze that wonders, "What do you mean my son?"

The Prince opens his eyes with thoughtful look. "I suffered a serious wound one battle that should have ended my life. But no, I was saved by my dear angel when he could have slain me down to dust where I laid bleeding out."

He could never forget the gentle hands who had saved his very soul. The soft voice that had soothes his panic mind. Skillful talent as they addressed his bleeding wound.

"You would have lost a son."

"I have many more." His Father says.

"But none unlike I, your first son." The Prince knew no other could challenge him except his own father. His siblings can not even think of going beyond him.

The Lord Of Hell nods in approval of the note. "Fine, let's see these little spawns of which your Angel has produced."

The Prince snaps his fingers to get the attention of his men. Two soldiers look up from their place on the side of the carpet. "Pat, Pau, my children."

"Yes my Prince." The two demons say together with a bow. They both leave the throne room to get the cradle and child just by the doors where the maids waited with them.

The two demons return shortly pushing the crib up on with side of their prince. The toddler walking next to the tall brunet attendant holding his hand before taking place next to his father's side.

"May I present my first born. My first son." The prince picks up the child to his left. The toddler by the looks of the child has a magnificent resemblance to the prince himself. His eyes different as they are a highly lighted color of silver, almost as if he's blind.

"His name?" The Lord questions.

The Prince hums as he rubs the back of his son's neck. A light shiver from his son is expected but clams the child.

"Storm."

The toddler's gaze sharp like his very son's and observant in a different way.

"And the other?"

The Prince places his first down back on his feet and goes to his right to pick up his second. The child swaddles in light blue blanket sleeping soundly.

"My second child, his name is Thomas."

"Thomas?" The Lord questions looking at the sleeping child. "Why a normal name as a human unlike your first?"

"He is named after my Angel, Father. However, to difference name calling we call him Tomi."

The Lord rubbed at his chin in thought until he asked, "It seems you've had them for awhile now. You first is clearly a toddler now and your youngest still seems fresh out of its carrier."

"Knowing your temper, I kept them away with my Angel for time being." He waves his hands and the two demons came over to retrieve his children. That was until the one in the Prince's arms made a small fuss.

"Shh..." The Prince tries to calm the little one in his arms. "Father is here."

The baby sniffs, eyes open to look at his father and the Lord of Hell was amazed.

Those were not the eyes of any being he's ever seen before unless they were gouged from said beings. Not even of an Angel.

"His eyes..."

The Prince looks up to his father with a smile.

"Gorgeous, I know right." He leans over and kisses his son's cheek, earning him a giggle sounding like soothing chimes. "He gets them from his Angelical parent."

The throne room's door opens to gain the attention of the occupants. A maid enters and bows.

"Masters, there is a guest at the door. An Angel."

"Their name?" The Prince asks.

"He didn't say my Prince. The Angel merely said to tell you to, in his words, 'Give me my children back before I smite you, Horny Devil.'" She winced a bit after reciting the message from the guest in waiting.

The Prince smile widens, "Let him in and bring him here. I wish to introduce him to my Father."

"Yes, my Prince."

The maids left them shortly while the Lord Of Hell and his son talked a moment more. The Prince picks his first son up as soon as the door throne room opens again.

"My Prince, here is the Angel."

The Lord Of Hell watches the Angel enter the room after the maid had stepped aside. He steps with grace as he walks along the red carpet all the way next to his son.

This angel dressed in white suit with a blue tie and a checkered bracelet adoring his right wrist. He bends in a bow respectfully to the leader of Hell.

"Lord Of Hell, Satan, I apologize for the interruption. My name is Thomas Thompson, but I just prefer to be called Tom." The closed eyed angel says calmly as if hens not in the scariest place in the universe. "I've come to pick up my children who were somehow left in your son's care."