𝐇𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 - Hazbin Hotel

pt 8

"Mom? Everything it's okay?"

Carmilla smiled in the direction of her youngest daughter, assuring her that everything was more than fine and that she had better go on packing armaments together with her sister since they would receive the buyers at dawn, to which the girl only nodded enthusiastically to then disappear from the place.

At that moment, Carmilla allowed herself to erase her smile as she let out a deep sigh. She looked through one of the windows of her fortress at the exact spot where Alastor had been swallowed by his own shadows.

The truth was that the little talk they had had left a bad taste in her mouth, especially when she realized those gestures that spoke volumes about the nature of a situation that had not been directly explained to her in words but already caused her regret.

Perhaps it was her sense of motherhood or something.

Certainly, when she revealed to Alastor her knowledge of noticing the scent emanating from a person who had recently gone through childbirth, she expected a violent reaction from him and even a fight involving blood and loss of organs. And if it wasn't that, then it would be some biting comments and more threats disguised as phrases of companionship. But it was neither the first nor the second option.

And that was already weird.

One of her goals had been just to congratulate him on his delivery and remind him of the things that happened in such cases when they did it for had a higher office, but as usual, the radio demon let her know that his knowledge of hell's regulations was still well marked in his memory. So it was a waste of time to rehash the obvious.

She also wanted to tease him a bit. More because he was well known for having an almost zero love life and sex life, and she marked the "almost" because that child's existence hadn't happened by a mere miracle on his part. Such things didn't happen in hell by any stretch of the imagination. However, he didn't get a response to it either.

Alastor even seemed to be in a trance. He didn't answer or did he seem to listen, although she knew he was doing so because of the particular movement of his reddish ears.

At that point, she decided that it would be better to tell him what he wanted to hear, that is to say, the truth on her part: She was committed to keep the secret because both that and the knowledge of the name and the origin of the royal demon that had managed to bend him to make it happen were not a matter of her concern. And she had even given him a complicit smile by way of recovering the atmosphere of colleagues and asked in exchange for her silence to have the opportunity to meet the little boy even if she had to go to that hotel whose cause was not yet of her acceptance.

And instead of having an answer, Alastor just went on his way out but stopping halfway again, turning his back to her while moving his ears as if he was analyzing any presence of external noises.

Then he released her. He blurted out that simple, single question that Carmilla couldn't answer because of the shock it caused her.

"Tell me something... Is it possible to hate a thing that is supposed to be your child?"

And without waiting for an answer, he go away.

Sighed again, arranging her hair. She knew the answer. Never experienced it or did she want to but she knew what it was.

"Postpartum depression... " She whispered taking a puff on her cigarette "What a terrible shit you got, Alastor."

Apparently, that child wouldn't last long alive. And not because his father discovered his existence and decided to eliminate one more of the bastards from his long lists as many demons did. Quite the contrary. His own "mother" seemed to have every intention of doing so regardless of the fact that this was his son, made of his flesh and blood.