Mistress of Time & her 12 Mates

9. yeet went peace in life!

"Hold still you unholy demon child!!" Hale Dorian shouted on top of his lungs, if not for the perfectly sound proof walls of his room, the neighbourhood would think that he was unto no good.

Unfortunately for him, he was trying to do some good— he really was— but failing miserably at it because the little child wouldn't stop squirming on the bed as Hale tried to change his diapers.

Baby Ahren whined with all his might, squirming and turning over in agitation while Hale tried to grab hold of his hands and keep them in place while he was trying to prod open his diaper.

He poked it in places as the child grumbled.

"Stay still peasant, or I will suffocate you to death!" The teenager threatened, scowling at the child as he shoved off the small pants enclosing the baby's feet. Upon stripping, he found the child's body to be marked with strange symbols and tattoos beautifully etched in his skin. He had seen them yesterday, tried to understand the symbols but the words were absolutely incomprehensible.

Not that he cared.

The child kicked Hale again, and if not for all the muscle he put up by playing sports then he would have landed a whole room across.

Ignoring the skin to be some yet another strange mystery of the bewitching child that Hale couldn't bother himself with, he proceeded to unstick the diaper.

He succeeded.

Only to wish of death in return.

"What the fuck dude, did you eat nuclear waste?! Inhale fucking sewage toxins?! WHAT IS THIS SMELL?!" Hale all but cried out, gagging on thin air. Wrong move, shouldn't have spoken. Now he could feel the smell invade his insides.

The repulsively pungent odour easily took over the enclosed space of his room and surrounded them in a quick minute; Ready to choke Hale with its metaphoric arms.

Cherishing life, Hale ran up to the glass windows and opened them all in a quick motion, sliding out into the open balcony. He wheezed in the fresh air.

Life returned to him momentarily and he looked back at the child, who was now a cackling mess upon seeing Hale's suffering.

"Little bitch," Hale breathed bitterly under his breath as baby Ahren giggled, small bunny teeth shining cutely under the moonlight.

Sucking in a deep breath, Hale covered his nose under one arm and rushed in to pick up Ahren's dirty diaper and run back out with equal haste to throw the diaper out of the balcony.

Quite aimlessly.

Simply.

He didn't care where ever the fuck it would land.

Stomping back inside, he locked the window behind him. The room felt better to breathe in again and Hale didn't want Ahren's baby voices to go out.

Walking up to the child, he scowled at his shining face and glimmering purple eyes. "Try something and I'll throw you down the balcony just like that diaper."

Ahren's smile was immediately replaced by a small cute scowl, eyebrows furrowing and cheeks puffing. Hale rolled his eyes at his antics.

"What, huh, what are you gonna do? Cry about it? Cry in my head? Huh? Will you pee at me? Huh?!" Hale challenged, mockingly, just wanting a reason to run away from home and hide at Aedion's or Elvi's.

But when Ahren's puffy scowl was replaced with a mischievous glimmer in those beautiful purple eyes, Hale regretted ever opening his mouth. Heck, he regretted ever getting up that darned Sunday. Double heck, he regretted moving to town to stay close to his brother and leave his family behind.