Fatherly Bond

Chapter Two:

3rd POV:

    The whole school day had passed. Asmodeus had been worried sick about his eldest brother, for a matter of fact, all of the brothers had been worried about Lucifer. He'd never been sick before, why all of a sudden?

     Asmodeus made a quick stop in his room, changing into something more comfortable and setting his school bag down. He made his way across the hall to Lucifer's room.

     He gently knocked on Lucifer's door, not receiving an answer.

     He pushed the door open gently to see Lucifer asleep comfortably in bed. His covers were halfway down Lucifer's body, letting his upper half get cold. Asmodeus walked over and pulled the covers to cover Lucifer's full body. Asmodeus then checked Lucifer's temperature.
"Hmm, seems to be normal." Asmodeus spoke quietly to himself.
As Asmodeus removed his hand, Mammon walked in.
"How's Luci doin'?"
"Well he doesn't seem to have a fever," Asmodeus looks over to the bucket lined with a bag that he gave Lucifer to earlier to puke in and noticed it was still empty. "I'm assuming he's feeling better since he hasn't used the puke bucket I gave up." Asmodeus shrugged.
"Well that's good ain't it. But while he's sleeping, I might slip his card."
"Nuh uh! Don't you dare!"
"Shush! You'll wake him up!" Both Asmodeus and Mammon got apprehensive once they noticed movement and noise from the bed.
Lucifer sat up in his bed, revealing his upper half of pajamas, which was a new sight to Mammon.
Lucifer was wearing a black, silky robe. It had an intricate design and had red edges. Lucifer's top half of his chest was exposed and was even more visible when he was bent over in the slightest.
Lucifer's hair was slightly messy considering he was sleeping previously before.
"What are you two doing in my room?" Lucifer's tone was cold but still wasn't completely there, indicating he wasn't fully awake.
"How are you feeling? Did you eat any of your soup?"
"Indeed , to both."
"Great great!" Mammon had exited the room without either of them noticing or caring.
"The meeting with Diavolo later..I'll be attending."
"But you're sick!"
"I feel fine now, I can go to the meeting later."
Asmodeus sighed at his older brother. Seriously, he was gonna be the death of him. If Lucifer made him worry anymore, he'd get acne.
"If you don't feel well when it's time to go, stay home okay?"
Lucifer hesitated for a moment to think.
"Alright."
Asmodeus left Lucifer's room, satisfied with his answer from Lucifer.
Lucifer lied back down in his bed, contemplating. He had tons of work to do but he didn't feel like doing it, which was odd. He was usually just fine with doing work, it was like a past-time for him. He just felt weighed down and lazy.
He thought to himself. 'Maybe I should see Barbatos?' He decided against that for now and told himself he would be fine by tomorrow.
Throwing himself out of bed, he changed out of his pajamas and back into his regular suit. Slipping his gloves on, he opened the door to his room, being bombarded with light.
He made his way to his study. He sat down on his chair and began work like normal.

     Hours went by and before Lucifer knew it, it was almost time for the meeting.
     Lucifer peeked at the time, realizing he needed to collect his brothers and leave.
     He put everything down and stood up, leaving the room in search of his brothers.
     He gathered his brothers and headed to the usual meeting spot.
     Once they had arrived, they each sat down in their assigned chair.
     "Good evening everyone!" Diavolo smiled at everyone.
     Diavolo began talking about RAD. Lucifer payed full attention to Diavolo's words. Lucifer had the sudden urge to puke.
     "Excuse me." He got up from his seat quickly and headed to the nearest bathroom.
     He leaned over the toilet and let out anything he had eaten that day.
     In the meeting room, Diavolo turned to the brothers.
     "Is he okay?"
     Asmodeus spoke up first. "Well, he threw up this morning too."
     Diavolo looked towards Barbatos with a concerned look. Barbatos nodded and followed where Lucifer had went.
Barbatos knocked on the open door of the bathroom. Lucifer wiped the corners of his mouth and looked at Barbatos.
"Let me give you a check up. Diavolo and your brothers are worried."
"I don't think that's needed. I'll be fine." 
"Lucifer, please." Barbatos pleaded.
     Lucifer agreed. He didn't want Diavolo or his brothers to worry about him. He might as well figure out what's wrong with him so he knows what to do about it.
     Barbatos led Lucifer to a different room, which was most likely part of some sort of medical ward, and sat him down on a bed.
     Barbatos grabbed a cotton swab and stuck it up Lucifer's nose for a quick moment. He placed it in a tube and set that down.
     "Now, I'm going to take a blood sample Incase it's something in your blood." Lucifer nodded.
Barbatos took out the needed instruments for taking the sample. He wrapped the rubber band around Lucifer's upper arm, prepped it, then slid the needle through Lucifer's vein. The needle sucked blood from Lucifer's arm, transferring it into the tube.
     Barbatos grabbed some gauze and medical tape, placing it accordingly on each other. He slid the needle out and placed the gauze on the puncture wound.
     Barbatos took the blood sample and ran it through some sort of gadget. Barbatos looked at the screen, analyzing the results it was picking up.
     His eyes widened slightly. "This can't be right. Let me do this again."
     He took the blood sample out from the machine and placed it in a holding container.
     He took another blood sample from Lucifer's other arm.
     He then placed that sample in the machine. His eyes squinted. He had gotten the same results as before. There was no possible way what the machine was saying was true.
     He turned to Lucifer. "Lucifer, I've ran this twice so it can't be wrong. According to the results, you're....

pregnant.."

(AN; internally crying. I'm sorry)