Inosuke was a chaos-bringer and Douma loved every single moment of it. Where Kotoha had their child in the day, he would take night watch. The little one after about two months learned to crawl and would escape whatever room he was trapped in. His cult members were outclassed by the child crawling away and Inosuke seem to only want to be where his mother or father was.
Douma was never bored when he had his son all to himself, taking great joy playing hunter and prey, seeking his baby boy wherever he found himself. In cabinets, under the porch, or one time on the ceiling pillar(Douma was still curious about how he got up there but was impressed nonetheless.)
It's nights when he feeds that he struggles to keep the boy entertained as he sates his hunger. He really should just put the boy to bed with his mother but Kotoha was feeling exhausted those days and Douma didn't want to burden her. Inosuke would insist on being up for a few more hours at night and so Douma took him away from their chambers.
Thank good genetics Inosuke was a hybrid as he was more durable than the average baby.(Douma and Kotoha had both panicked one day as he tumbled off pillows but laughed even when he landed on his head.) Hence why Douma currently was entertaining the child by dangling him by his foot, an upside-down Inosuke blowing raspberries watching his father munch on a leg.
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Douma flashes a blood-stained grin at his son before setting his food down and putting Inosuke in his lap. He watches as Inosuke tries to reach for a stray finger to gnaw on. The demon is swift to pick it up and swallow the piece.
Even when he is only supposed to get his mother's milk, Inosuke looks up at his father, lips starting to tremble and eyes getting watery before he pouts. Something about his face being an exact copy of his mother makes his heart tighten and before his son can get too loud, Douma lifts him up.
"Oh my sweet boy, that kind of food isn't for you. Only for monsters that come at night." His poor son doesn't understand and he was on the edge of crying. So as a good father, he twirls his fingers in front of Inosuke. The baby is infatuated by the appendages as Douma uses his power to make an ice finger instead for his son.
Inosuke gladly accepts the gift and Douma digs his claws into a shoulder and chews on the meat. Inosuke is suckling all the while continuing to watch his father eat.
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The first time someone tried to take his family from him was a human.
This particular follower was new and he had been summoned by Muzan for a week away from his family. (He kissed his darling wife and son before leaving, saying it was only going to be a short while.) It was a mission to scout the location of the possible sword-smiths of the demon corp but it was a dead end.
Upon his return, he gets a hurried hug from Kotoha once she spots him. He feels her tremble in his arms and flinched when a door opened, a follower welcoming him back. The demon narrowed his eyes at the actions, his veins were popping and he craved justice.
Who would dare spook his wife into reverting to her state of panic when her first husband still lived?
The follower in question was an outcast of his village seeking to belong somewhere. Kotoha had simply been nice to the man, welcoming him to Paradise.
He saw it as her way of showing interest.
He had leered at her when she would feed Inosuke and when she had told him to stop, he had revealed the reason he was an outcast. The man had quite the temper when he wasn't able to get what he wanted. Having slammed his foot on the wooden floors and getting red in the face.
With Kotoha shaking in his arms, he was quite possessive and livid at the thought of a simple mortal man striking fear in her heart even when the one who did is dust now.
He tuck her in that night, smiling and reassuring her that he would take care of the matter.
The matter was taken care of by his lips being frozen and Douma slowly sinking his talons into the side of his head. His fangs bared and hissed at the man in a primal way that he wasn't expecting. The man died pitifully and Douma swiped his claws clean.
The body was taken to the same part of the woods and he tossed him down the same ditch as the previous home wreckers.
As he slip into bed that evening, his wife was relaxed and Inosuke was softly drooling. He wipes the drool before placing the baby on his chest and laying back to close his eyes to just enjoy the silent company of his family's slumber.
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At three months old, Inosuke started to learn his own way of expressing love. He had watched his parents and was trying his best to mimic what they did.
With Kotoha, he had watched Douma kiss her on the cheek plenty of times and had given his mama one. Kotoha had laughed, even though it was wetter than usual she kissed her baby on the cheek, Inosuke giggling at the return.
With his father, it was different.
Douma was loved, but Inosuke learned where his mama was soft and sweet, his papa was rougher. Giving him challenges that his poor baby brain couldn't understand(What do you mean I can't have that white ball?! (Douma : No eyeballs for you.)
So many times, he had seen his mother knock heads with her husband.
Douma was holding Inosuke close one evening, encouraging him to burp on his shoulder when he felt a smack on his cheek. The demon looks to his son and -
Inosuke slams his forehead into his chin.
If Douma was human, it may have hurt but he was unfazed for the most part. Only having a stunned look for a moment.
He laughs and gently returns the action, receiving a giggle from his son.
