Papa Douma

Chapter 9

Trigger warning for Abuse and mild language

Kotoha was seating on her husband's cushion throne, Inosuke in her arms, and was hearing the cultists as they went about their duties. She is unbothered as she softly sings to her dear son.

"BITCH!!" She flinched and the cultist seem to have disappeared when she snapped her head up to see her first husband. He grabbed her wrist and dragged her up. Inosuke for the first time cries out in fear. His cries are loud in her ears as she watches the man that haunts her morph his face into disgust as he looks down at her baby.

"YOU WHORE! YOU LEFT AND HAD A BASTARD!!" Kotoha trembled and tried to pull her arm from his grip when he raised his other hand to hit her.

An arm wraps around her and a fan blocks her view as she hears him scream. She hears a thud but the fan hides the aftermath, platinum hair pooling over her being her hint of who saved her.

"She is not any of those." The scene fades black and before she knew it she was back on the cushioned throne, Inosuke in her lap trying to reach out to the one that kneels in front of her.

Douma gently takes hold of one of her hands and that of Inosuke's. She wants to ask him what happened but his face showed it all.

His lower half was stained in blood, his fangs dyed crimson as they are shown in a smile and his rainbow eyes only focus on her and Inosuke.

"No one will hurt you as long as I'm here." His eyes flash and for just a moment, she sees those same kanji she had seen briefly that night when Douma saved her from those traffickers. The night when he revealed himself just to protect her.

He was not human but a demon-

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Kotoha sits up sharply, her heart beating against her chest as tries to catch her breath. She looks to her side and Inosuke snuggles more into the arms of his father that are curled around him. Douma had one hand reaching for her in his sleep and she relaxes.

She wasn't all that smart or favored by others and sometimes she wonders how she got here.

Kotoha lays on her side facing her two loves. Inosuke's and Douma's soft snores were synchronized and she thought it was adorable. She reaches out and bushes a strand of hair away from her husband's face.

A flash of his bloody face and smile and she hesitantly pulls back. She takes hold of his free hand and traces his nails. They are blue and sharp, gentle when he caresses her face before kissing her.

She can't see him as a monster because he is only Douma. A mysterious being that has fangs and the power to control ice. Beautiful rainbow eyes and yet he can't take a step outside of his temple during the day. Strange habits that raise eyebrows for normal people but not his followers.

She questions little because she doesn't care. Douma is her precious lover and he had asked for her hand, not forcefully taking it. He was charming whereas her first one was not. If she broke a dish she wasn't scolded, he would rush over to ask if she was injured.

Her husband wasn't him. She doesn't think about that awful man she thought she would have to spend the rest of her life with but then Douma took her in. Appearing before her like a local deity of myth before she woke up to the warmth of a crackling fire.

If he was truly a monster, then so be it. For he was only her husband Douma that cared for only her and Inosuke.

She took a better grip on his hand and she finally closed her eyes again.