Well, to Kythe, this place might have been peachy keen, what, with the lack of wars and seemingly, any strife at all, but the half-god would have much rather been back with his troops, doing what he did best: killing. But that didn’t seem like it was going to be happening any time soon. Or ever, really. They might as well have made him mortal; he’d all but completely been stripped of his power- which, mind you, was all the little parasite’s fault, the one currently residing inside him quite comfortably. At least one of them was. All he had to separate himself was his immortality. Courtesy of his lineage, he couldn’t be killed. He was the closest thing to a god, even if he wasn’t entirely one. And they hadn’t stopped there, not only was he as weak as the residents of this world, the lower world â€" which might have been a slight exaggeration because even with his wavering strength, he still would have been able to rip them to shreds in the blink of an eye, but that was beside the point. The point was that he was pregnant like them too! Things certainly couldn’t have sunk any lower than he already had, it was impossible. But so was a pregnant man. Oh yes, as you could imagine, Seraphiel was not pleased with his condition, but he refused to pine over it. He had decided bitterly, that no matter how unfathomable the situation was, he was not going to give them any satisfaction in letting them know they had succeeded in making him miserable. He still had a scrap of dignity left, even if they had taken a cheap shot at his pride. You couldn’t be very intimidating when you were pregnant, now could you?
He had (very reluctantly, of course) come to terms with the fact that he was indeed, with child. And it wasn’t going anywhere, it was out or bust. He could have purposely hurt himself to get rid of it, which he had considered during the first few months of his pregnancy, but now, he just didn’t see what good it would do him. Although, he didn’t know what he was going to do with a baby, either. He hadn’t the faintest idea of how to raise children, or being pregnant, or anything along those lines. In all actuality, even if Seraphiel didn’t want to admit it, he had become attached to his baby. And who couldn’t, considering it was as much a part of him as anything, a living, breathing piece of him. It was hard not to. Maternal instinct, he tried to persuade himself into thinking, and that very well might have been true. Or perhaps, there was some tender spot he had developed? Nope. No, no, no, that wasn’t it at all! He was not a gentle person- the demigod was infamous for his savageness and his cold detachment, remember? He did not love the little brat; he had merely accepted it, was all. No use in wasting precious time and energy fighting the inevitable, right? If the boys could have gotten a good look at him now, they’d probably be laughing so hard, they’d bust a gut. And that was his own men! He could only imagine walking out onto a bloody battlefield, so big he could barely see his feet! Oh, his enemies would get a riot out of that one. It was probably more merciful that he was cast out of the upper world, not that they had tried to be merciful on him, that much was evident. He was a heretic, he deserved to be punished for the crimes he himself, did not commit. How fitting of his sentence. Damn them, damn them all.
And as he had figured, the woman had noticed him. The only way she couldn’t have was if she was deaf, which would have been more preferable for him, because he could have simply walked away and avoided this whole ordeal all together. And she probably was much more willing to have her quiet time, not that Seraphiel gave any thought to that. Had he known, he would have stayed around, just to irk her, because he was already irritated- hormones, you know. They were unforgiving. And his mood wasn’t improving any, not with knowing that she actually was amused with his predicament! Oh, so this was funny now, was it? He had half a mind to eviscerate her now, and leave her for the crows to pick at. Entertaining, it might have been, but he knew that it would cause more harm to him than to her. She was lucky he was pregnant.
Pale silver eyes watched her every move, his gaze never irresolute for an instant, although his wings had settled back over his shoulders. Still, he was always of guard, as much a soldier as an expectant parent. She was not afraid of him; he knew that just by looking at her. Admirable, maybe, but foolish. She should have been paying attention more vigilantly than she was. Not that it would help her much, had he decided to attack, but it was just a general rule of thumb. Fortunately, at the moment, he was not angry enough to do such a thing. Now, let’s get something straight, despite his less than charming personality, as far as looks went, he was positively striking. Although it wouldn’t take long until his appearance was completely marred by his swollen stomach, but that was the least of his problems.
Her next comment hadn’t surprised him. Boy, she was really something wasn’t she? And so very attentive too, wow. He opened his mouth, most likely to say something nasty that probably wasn’t justified anyway, when his stomach decided that it was not done being sick yet. He skittered away and vomited yet again, doubling over on his knees by the sheer force of it. The kid really hadn’t liked breakfast, had it? By the end of this episode, he was shivering violently, and sweating profusely, a look of disgust on his face from the bitter taste of bile in the back of his throat. Getting to his feet shakily, he turned to face her, eyes flashing, daring her to say something. He had to remember to give the little pest a good smack when it came out.
�Well thank you for noticing. Is it really that apparent?�
He mumbled gruffly, his hand touching the swell of his stomach. It had only been a month or two, but it was beginning to bulge more noticeably, as his passenger made itself known. It still wasn’t terrible, but sooner or later, he knew he’d be on a hunt for a new wardrobe- his current clothing just wasn’t going to cut it. Seraphiel did not miss her questioning gaze, but he wasn’t about to elaborate. He was in a foul mood already, and thinking would only make it worse.
