#He also said Starlight was influenced by the Strokes I am LOSING MY MIND.

[sunburnacoustic]

“It’s the most different to anything we’ve ever done. We’ve had some Belgian influences: Millionaire, dEUS, Evil Superstars, Soulwax… These groups were the first to mix R&B rhythms with alternative guitar. We’ve added a bit of Prince and Kanye West. The drumbeat isn’t rocky, with Rage Against The Machine riffs underneath. We’ve mixed a lot of things in this track, with a bit of electronica; it’s different, slow, quite funny…”

— Matt Bellamy on Muse's influences on Supermassive Black Hole. In Rock Mag, May 2006, before the release of Black Holes And Revelations

[manyimaginativemuses]

Small Bump - Chapter 9

Rating: M+

Warnings: None in this one. Just sheer cuteness!

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Across the main compound of The Sanctuary, Michael was trying his absolute best not to lose his mind. The members of The Cooperative didn’t want to work together nor did they want to listen to what he was saying. All while this was going on, Michael couldn’t stop worrying about Lucy. She kept getting sicker and sicker, his spells refusing to provide her with any relief, and he was terrified something could go wrong. Even though the fertility spell supposedly promised to protect the babies from miscarriage, magic was very unpredictable, and Michael hated unpredictability. He was also nervous about how he would be as a father. He assumed he’d be good at it, but given his experience with father figures, he had every right to be concerned. In addition to his fatherly fears, Michael worried about the competence of The Cooperative. They were a bunch of rich, narcissistic influencers who didn’t know how to run anything other than their own companies. That was why Michael was their leader; he had knowledge from his Father that allowed him to dominate his underlings. That was why he needed to keep going to the increasingly boring meetings. He knew how badly The Cooperative would fuck up the already fucked up world if he wasn’t there.

But he also knew he needed to be there for Lucy. In fact, she needed him more than ever in that moment. He then shot up from his seat, earning confused looks from the members of The Cooperative.

“Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. I have other things to attend to. I will be listening, however, so don’t do anything stupid.” Michael then placed a small recording device on the table before leaving the room. He walked back to his apartment, ignoring the silent prayers of his followers as they walked by. All that was on his mind in that moment was his beautiful Lucinda.

When he opened the door, Lucy was fast asleep on their bed with her sketchbook open beside her. Michael picked it up and chuckled at the drawings. She had drawn him over and over, perfect and flawless sketches of his face and body. In addition to his face, there were also sketches of what she envisioned their unborn children would look like. Images of beautiful curly haired toddlers and freckled faces littered the pages. Michael ran his fingers over the drawings, in awe of his sleeping angel that rested beside him. She had changed her clothes and now wore her favorite pair of pajamas which made Michael smile. They were Winnie The Pooh pajamas with Piglet and Tigger on the pants. The Pooh pajama top had shifted upward slightly as she slept, exposing her abdomen since she slept on her back. Michael couldn’t stop himself from crawling onto the bed with her, his large hands pressing delicately against her skin. His sparkling blue eyes watched with rapt fascination as his fingers lazily caressed her belly. He could sense the power of his children under his hands, their combined energies making his skin feel almost tingly. He leaned down and kissed her stomach just beneath her belly button, resting his forehead against it afterward.

“I… I know you can’t hear me, but you can certainly sense me. You can feel me just like I feel you. I’m your father… You two are my children, my offspring, my future… And…” Michael’s soft voice broke as he thought of what he was going to say next, “And you inherited my evil, too. I’m so sorry I’ve poisoned you already, but given what I am, it was inevitable. I love you two so deeply. I need you two to hang on for us. We need you to live… My evil has taken your siblings from us many times and your mother can’t handle losing you two as well. Please, I’m so sorry I’ve passed my darkness onto you, but I need you to withstand it for a few more months.” His voice quivered as he felt their energies shift as they confirmed they could sense him as well, “You know, you two have the best mother in the world. She’s the Supreme. She’s incredible powerful and she’ll do whatever it takes to protect you… And so will I. We love you already… You’re my chance for a better future. I could become a better person because of you two…” Michael’s voice was quiet enough not to stir Lucy, but it was the pressure of his forehead on her belly that eventually woke her. Her mismatched eyes fluttered open and looked down, a soft smile crossing her face as she saw him practically worshipping her belly.

“And you say you’re not an angel.” Lucy mumbled and Michael looked up at her in surprise, “I may not have heard what you said, but I know that what I’m looking at right now is the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.” Lucy’s words made Michael smile. He slowly crawled up her body and kissed her lovingly. She moaned into the kiss, pulling him closer as his hand gripped her curly red hair.

“I’ve been thinking a lot recently, especially about you. I need to be here with you for this. I’ve left you alone too many times already. You’re carrying my children and I have to be with you to experience it all.” Michael said when he pulled back. Lucy took his face in her hands with a smile, her thumbs lovingly stroking his cheeks.

“You’re too good to me.” Lucy said with a smirk and Michael smiled back at her, “You’re going to be an incredible father, I can feel it.” Lucy kissed him once more and the two of them proceeded to make love until they were both thoroughly exhausted. Michael fell asleep with his arms wrapped tightly around her, pulling her flush against him. Despite being in the arms of her beloved, Lucy’s mind was full of torment. In addition to the constant nausea, she had recently been bombarded with nightmares. Visions of the world on fire, of Michael sitting upon a throne of bones, of her children bloodied and broken at his feet. When she ran to the deceased infants, Michael only cackled above her. However, when she looked up, it was no longer Michael sitting upon the throne made of bones… It was two young children, a boy and a girl. Both were blonde and covered in freckles, their eyes black and dark smirks on their tiny faces.

“You can’t be…” Lucy muttered, horrified at the sight before her. The children only laughed and nodded at her.

“Since daddy didn’t do it properly, we had to.” The little girl said before the little boy glanced down at Lucy’s feet. Lucy slowly looked at what was once her dead babies but the bloody infants had now been replaced with Michael’s gruesome corpse.

“NO!!!” She screamed, falling to her knees and scooping his body into her arms, “No, no, no, God please no! Please come back to me! You can’t die, remember?! Michael please wake up!!” She begged helplessly as her twins cackled above her.

It was the sound of Michael’s worried voice that finally brought her back to reality.

“Lucinda! My Precious Starlight, wake up!” Michael shouted and Lucy’s eyes snapped open. She was panting heavily as she stared up at him, her body trembling with fear, “Lucinda… My love… It’s ok, you’re ok… It was just a dream.” Michael’s voice was soft and caring as Lucy wrapped her arms around him

“I…. I dreamt-”

“I know what you dreamt. I saw it too… That’s why I woke you up.” He whispered and kissed Lucy’s forehead, letting her cling to him as tightly as she needed.

“Why would our children murder you?! I was hoping your father wouldn’t have any influence over them!” Lucy stammered in fear but Michael just shushed her, rolling over and pulling her on top of him.

“Lucinda, it was just a dream. Our twins won’t ever hurt anyone, let alone their own father.” He said as calmly as he could since he too had been rattled by Lucy’s dream. He had witnessed it like an outside observer, the dream playing out in his mind like a movie. Lucy, meanwhile, sat on top of Michael’s hips and stomach as she desperately tried to come back to herself. Michael took her hand in his and put it on her stomach while his free hand forced her to look at him.

“Hey, listen to me, none of it was real. It was just your mind playing tricks on you. Our babies are still here. They’re alive and safe inside you. There’s nothing you need to worry about, ok?” His words finally began to soothe her as she firmly pressed her hand against her rounded stomach.

“You always know just what to say to calm me down.” Lucy said with a small smile, rolling onto her side and holding Michael close until she finally fell asleep. Michael, however, was wide awake. She was already having nightmares about their twins becoming evil. He himself had seen that throne of bones before in his own dreams, but it was always him as the White Faced Demon sitting upon it.

But then it hit him.

He had managed to get Satan to promise to stay away, but the White Faced Demon had made no such promise. He had assumed the demon would stay dormant as it had been doing since they reached The Sanctuary, but when he contacted his Father, it had reawakened. Michael could already feel its power beginning to surge in his veins. His anxiety began to spike as well due to the fear that his own personal evil was already corrupting his unborn children.

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