Commissioned [completed]

Chapter 39 - Mpreg confirmed(?)

You were dressed in simple blacks, tracksuit pants, and a hoodie. You were wearing Sodo's boxers. They were very gender; it was just that there was a lot to them, and they bunched. It was warmer, at least. You looked lamentingly at Terzo's robes; they smelt too much like that place.

Sodo came to sit beside you on the log as he had his helmet back on. He wore the same simple blacks as you and his leather road jacket. You faced the forest. He sat simply, not eager to leave or go anywhere; nothing pent up about him. Sombre even. Like he had got it all out in the sewers.

"What was the 'stranger' thing about, Sodo?" You asked for anything else to think about.

He took that moment to pull the cleaner mask over his mouth. "I have a lot of feelings," he shrugged like that made any sense.

"You've lost me," you frowned, though that wasn't too hard to do just then.

He cracked his knuckles. "My dads are Asmodeus and Satan... I have a lot of feelings."

"Huh." You squinted. "Mpreg confirmed... where... how? Cloaca? Like an egg or something?"

"That's what you get from that?" The buggy eyes bore into you.

"I mean, it's a big gay win, right? Or has history assumed gender...?" he was still just staring. "Can you get pregnant?"

His staring continued.

"Is it a big deal? I know Swiss is like Lucifer's ..something?"

You thought you saw him blink under there.

"You said you had a lot of feelings...?" You prompted.

He folded his arms. "I'm the only one they had."

"Ah, so you're like an heirrr orrr..?"

"Because after me, they decided it was best to not do that again."

Your heart pulled; it wasn't like he said his parents hated each other. It was as if he was admitting his existence was a mistake. "I don't understand," you said softly.

"When lust and wrath meet, it's hard to sometimes control so many feelings," he shrugged.

"What does that mean for you? There is nothing wrong with feelings or crying to Bambi, I know I joked about it, but I think crying is very important... I just used you as a handkerchief for a whole morning...."

"It means I love you, Bait."

It was as if you'd been hit over the head yet again. Your heart did a little,'?!' and you froze. You stared dead ahead and couldn't look at his buggy mask. "Surely that's not.. we've only known each other for like a week or something. You can't really know a person after that amount of...."

"You always get so confused when I do something that's not human," he laughed like the mirth had snuck up in him, "Relax, I don't expect anything from you... and I tried not to..." he shook his head, "but when they took you, I knew I wouldn't be okay until I knew you were alright."

You touched his arm, pulled his hand from where it was folded and held it in yours. "I'm sorry, Sodo."

"Don't be. When wrath meets lust, you get passion; I am a creature of design. Doesn't make me wholly popular downstairs... fuck, your hands are cold." He squeezed your fingers in his.

"Passion?" You murmured, and you reflected for a moment. Chaos, passion, violence. "Suits you. I like your passion, Sodomiser." Terzo had called passion the original fucking sin. Had he been referring to Sodo at the time?

"Makes one of us," he huffed. "There is a lot of attachment that comes with it," his nose wrinkled under the mask. He was a creature at war with himself.