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The Angel Of Death's Cult

Chapter 6: Celebrating Chayanne's First Birthday

it had been approximately 7 or so months since that incident, which is otherwise known as the massacre, and Missa had almost forgotten all about it, well, if it wasn't for the angel of death's constant reminder about what had happened on that one of a hellish day.

"Chayanne! mi hijo!"

Missa shouted, his voice surprisingly light, and it wavered slightly, splatters of excitement pranced all about within his voice, unbeknownst to him.

the angel of death watched Missa, his now slightly defrosted but still icy blue eyes following Missa as he basically hopped around the room he was trapped in with glee arising within every step he took, and he felt nothing but confusion, since, wasn't today supposed to be a normal day for the two of them?

Chayanne felt irate, very much so that he began to whine in agitation as of getting woken up at such an early hour in the morning, but Missa didn't care in the slightest bit about that.

"Chayanne, come on, it's your birthday today!"

Missa said, excitement glimmering on his face, maybe too much so as it made him somewhat illuminate under the only light that existed within the depths of the room in which he'd been trapped in for the past few months.

"it's Chayanne's birthday?"

the angel of death asked, his face adorning an expression of prodigious surprise; one that Missa wasn't very well versed in.

the angel of death asked, his face adorning an expression of prodigious surprise; one that Missa wasn't very well versed in.

"ah, si, angel de la muerte."

Missa said, unconsciously converting from speaking english to speaking spanish, which had done nothing but lit the fire of confusion within the angel of death even more.

"what?-"

the angel of death asked in confusion, but, for a much smaller part of which existed within the unseen depths regarding the angel of death, was bewilderment, and only then, did Missa realise his mistake, and felt severely embarrassed for accidentally slipping up in front of someone who was practically built from power - and, sometimes, hierarchy.

"ah, lo siento, lo siento, I meant to say yes."

Missa explained, his cheeks flaring up violently from the immense embarrassment that he'd felt, and the said embarrassment was practically burning his cheeks off in the process, causing him to internally panic the fuck out, but for the sake of his everlasting sanity that was most definitely suffering, he'd ignored it, trying his best to form some totally reasonable sentences in his brain so he'd know what he'd say to the angel of death next.

but before he could actually advance on doing just that, Chayanne decided to abruptly burst into tears at that exact moment, disrupting the awkward silence that hung, or, to a limited extent, lingered within the tension filled air, startling both Missa and the angel of death; but mainly startling Missa on a much higher ratio than the angel of death's ratio, which, even after coming extremely close to getting a metaphorical heart attack, was surprisingly low.

"ah, por favor, Chayanne, calmate."

Missa pleaded, and when his practically useless pleading didn't work on the most certainly hungry Chayanne, he slowly but steadily began to accelerate himself towards the other end of the room, probably trying to acquire something called baby formula so he could make milk for Chayanne, or, whatever the fuck babies annihilate whenever their hungry.

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"happy birthday...to you!"

Missa exclaimed, feeling no other emotion except for delight, a humongous and prepossessing smile decorating his face as the song finally came to an end.

and, what had happened after a short period of time, otherwise known as the aftermath, was that Missa had practically thrown his body in the direction as to where Chayanne had been left sitting in his highchair, and, once he'd arrived by the means of his genuine will to actually do such a heinous thing that is called lunging forwards towards his son to do something, he'd picked Chayanne up like any good parent would; gently, in order as to not hurt Chayanne, and to also to insure safety upon Chayanne.

he had genuinely made sure that Chayanne wasn't injured or anything before hand, before he'd took it a step further and hugged Chayanne tightly, pressing his cheek up against Chayanne's before rubbing them together lovingly.

"happy first birthday Chayanne!"