A Deal With the Devil Pt. 2

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A/n - THE PEOPLE HAVE SPOKEN!!!

Trigger warning - GORE hehehe

A few months have passed since the last battle. Your stomach swells with Swiss's kit. The ministry has given time for him to take care of you and to recover from coming back to life. The pentagram on the back of your hand still remains, an omen to finish your end of the bargain, "Y/n, I really need your help." Swiss says, fidgeting with a string of his acoustic guitar. The church wanted to revive the ghost project with Terzo, so practices were going to start soon, "Here, let me see. Is it your E string again?" You ask moving to sit beside him on the bed, he hands you the instrument, "Yeah, I can't get the string around the peg again." Your hands were much smaller than his, so you quickly wind the string and tune it, handing it back to him, "Thank you, so, so much love." Swiss says, kissing your cheek.

You get off of the bed and walk back over to your vanity, hell bent on making this eyeliner even. Since the battle, you've become Sister's right hand man. It was an unexpected promotion, and one where your life would have definitely been put in danger without the kit growing inside of you. Kits were rare, a luxury to the clergy, and a Multi ghoul's kit was worth its weight in gold. Strong hands gently wrap around your stomach, "I'm so excited to be a parent with you, honey." Swiss coos into your ear. You cap the eye liner, content with how it looks. Swiss makes eye contact with you through the mirror, "How are you feeling today?" Your hand pets his hair, he purrs with pleasure. Your right hand rests on top of his that are around your body, the pentagram on full display, "Tired, but other than that fine. I have to go." Swiss places one last kiss on your neck, "Okay, but please. Please get me that key. If this plan is going to work we need it before you get any bigger. I hate that her death has to be at your hand."

A swell of heat radiates off his body, representing his anxiety and fear. You turn and face him, "The last thing I will do is endanger this kit. The last thing I'll do is endanger our family." You promise, staring into his golden eyes, your hands caressing his cheeks. You place a gentle kiss against his lips, he pulls you closer, desperate for you not to pull away, but you do, "I'll be back tonight by six. If it's even a minute later, you know what to do." He nods, kissing you one last time. You look into his eyes, not knowing if that would be the last time you see them, and leave.

Walking through the halls, seeing your friends made this church feel less like a curse, but the pentagram on your hand caused rumors, nasty rumors. Some say it stood for you betraying Satan, some say you promised to carry the son of Satan, some call you a whore, a slut, a terrible wife, and a monster. You shake them off the best you could, knowing that the only people that matter are Swiss and the kit.

Knocking on Imperator's door always makes your veins throb with adrenaline, just waiting for the time to strike, "Ah, Y/n come on in." She smiles, opening the door for you. You smile, but make it inside the room quickly, never letting your back to her, "So today, I need to run some errands and go into town. You are in charge of the office for the day." She puts on her coat, "I'll return by three." That was in only two hours, "See you then." She shuts the door, and leaves you alone.

You scan the room for any threats, danger, and any signs of spying, there was nothing. You act quickly, pulling the secret lever in the book shelf to open her private chambers. The key rests under the mattress, Nihil's side, the left side. You quickly run into the bedroom and take the key, "This is too easy" You smirk, pocketing the key. You quickly leave and lock the hidden door before sitting at the desk and going about your daily business.

The words on the paper blended together with the same boring tax withdrawals, mortgages, and finances. The door opening caused you to straighten your posture, it was just Sister, "Ah, Y/n how are those reports coming along?" She asks, closing the door, a brown bag in her hand, "They're going well, thank you Sister." You notice that she locked the door, you eye her suspiciously, feeling the dagger you have sheathed at your side, "Very well, although, Y/n I have noticed something strange recently." You start to stand from behind the desk, ready to fight, "Yes, Sister?" She looks at you, a new glimmer in her eye, "Can you hand me last week's report?" You slowly reach down and open the desk drawer, not breaking eye contact. You have to look away to grab the file, you hear a gun be drawn and loaded, "Y/n. Now I thought that bringing Swiss back would be a good thing. I didn't realize it would end with my own death."

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