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myafterlifeisbetterthenyours · 4 months ago

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Like Father, Like Son

Alastor, dapper and well dressed as ever, happily waltzed down main street in the early morn.

The sinner, tapping his staff as he walked, happily looking upon the carnage last nights acid rain had brought upon the denizens of Pentagram the night before.

One sinner in particular had been left little more than bones and cartridge was particularly entertaining to watch try and pull himself together.

But it'd be as he walked along the chipped and puckered asphalt, toxic water still dripping off the occasional roof or serface.

But itd be as he walked by one alleyway that he'd pause, a harsh but all too familiar sound ringing out from besides him as he froze.

And so, twirling his microphone cain, he'd turn, the sinner staring into the alleyway as he heard it.

Crying.

Oh but this wasn't just the run of the mill cries and yowls, this was that special kind that was designed to put people on edge.

This was wailing.

The wailing of a child.

The cries, while not uncommon, this wailing was... different. Softer? More frail.

Innocent.

He was so used to demons and overlords shrill and desperate cries for mercy he'd almost forgotten the sound.

Regardless, while a crueller man may have simply ignored the sound and went about his day, but the Radio Demon's curiosity was just too much to bear.

He walked down the alleyway, growing closer and closer to the sound until he stood before a dumpster.

Raising the decrepit, metal lid with his cane, the lanky demon Overlord leaned forwards, attempting to locate the source of the sound.

And locate it he did.

Finding a bundle of decrepit rags, the Sinner watching it shift before he reached down, pulling out the bundle.

While it shouldn't have been a surprise someone would discard a child, Alastor still found himself taken aback as he unwrapped the bundle, finding none other than an Imp of all demons, the little red devil crying loudly as he held it within his slender arms.

"Now, Now, young fawn, no need for tears. How's about a smile for dear old alastor, hmm?"

The sinner, while having near zero experience with children, let alone Imp children, asked warmly, holding the baby up, doing his best to calm the little tot down.

The young Imp, crying for another moment would seem to respond to his prompt, the baby whining, sniffling softly as it looked up at the man with those big yellow peepers, little lip pouting sadly.

Alastor of course was all smiles, as always, the Sinner running his finger over the Imps belly, hoping to cheer it up.

"Come now little one, can I get a smile for my trouble?" He'd ask the infant playfully.

The baby Imp lay in his grasp, after a long moment the baby would settle, sniffling and whimpering, still not smiling as the Sinner thought of what to do next.

The little imp staring up at the man, clearly still upset, Alastor would smile wide, eyes turning to dials as he released a mix of distorted track of music.

A long minute would pass before the Imp gave the man a perhaps the biggest, goofiest smile he'd seen in Hell.

Alastor, not having expected that to work, smiled back as he ran his finger over his belly, the young Imp's smile reinvigorating something inside of him that he oh so enjoyed.

"Well now, that is a top shelf smile little one."

The man would humm, holding the young demon close to his chest as he paused, unsure of what to do next.

And so, with little experience to go off of, he did what he always did when he needed to figure something out with some new person he couldnt just kill or torment freely.

He walked.

The man would gently bump his arm, trying his best to sooth the infant as he walked down the street.

Where was he going?

He had no idea.

But at the moment he was feeling one particular emotion.

Anger.

Of course, he didn't show it, the man expertly hiding his emotions behind a smile, but internally he was fuming.

Now Alastor was by no means a saint. The man was in Hell for a good reason after all. And while he was generally not one to judge others this was not a sin he could simply shrug off.

To abandon a child, a child so young no less, in some dumpster.

That was not something he could simply tolerate nor forgive.

So, holding the Imp within the bundle of cloth he walked on, that was until he heard a very unpleasant sound.

A whine.

"Mmmh..." The baby whined.

The man freezing in place.

Looking down, long gone was the baby's beautiful smile, in its place was a frown that could break the blackest of hearts.

Standing in place, the man held the Imp close, a long moment passing as he thought of every possibility before he leaned down, taking a sniff.

Yep. The little Imp had soiled himself.

And given the soiled rags he was wrapped up in, as well as his discarded statis, he wasn't all too surprised the child was left in a soiled state.

"Hmmm..." The man hummed, standing there for a long moment.

Now, for a normal person this may have been an issue, after all caring for a child would be no simple feat for most, especially in Hell.

But this was Alastor, the Radio Demon we're talking about here.

So, holding the Infant up at arms length, he took a breath and after a moment of concentration hed snnap his fingers, a black swirl would cover the child, the nasty rags that once covered the child evaporating and in its place were a tidy little red onsie, a fresh diaper replacing his spoiled cloth as his little tail would poke out through the red cloth.

"There we go dear, isn't that so much better?"

Taking a moment, the baby would sit there, sniffling softly before it seemed to settle, the Imp staring up at him as it sniffled softly.

After a long, and surprisingly tense moment the baby would smile, Alastor's smile returning in turn, the man tickling the Imps belly as he held him close.

They'd walk around for a while, the Imp seemingly to find a comfortable nook in his elbow, the Imp snuggled into his elbow as he gently pat his back, the man using what little childcare knowledge he knew to care for the young Imp.

They'd walk along for a while, the young Imp settling into the crook of his arm as the Smiling demon walked down the street, the man wondering just what the Hell to do with the little being he'd pulled from a dumpster.

He had little to no knowledge on how to handle children, let alone the devils that were native to Hell, they were an entirely different breed.

Literally.

So, gently patting the babies back, using what limited knowledge he had on the subject, listening for that soft burp he was partially sure was supposed to happen before a nap, as he walked to the only demoness he knew that could help him.

He'd ignore the stares he got walking through Cannibal Cove, many giving him odd looks as he held the Imp close, knowing just where he had to go.

"Oh hello, hello, hello! How ya been Al?" Rosie spoke cheerfully as he walked into the woman's boutique.

The chipper demoness weaving her way through a crowd of Cannibals to reach him.

The ever pleasant demon bell went in for a hug, the demoness perhaps the only being in Hell he was comfortable with regular physical contact, and yet despite himself he still pulled his left arm back, the little Imp nuzzled into his elbow, it's little tail wrapped around his wrist.

Rosie notice this instantly, pulling back with a surprised 'O' face.

"Alastor you dog, who's your little friend?" She asked with her ever present charm.

Alstor, bringing the Imp up to his chest would gently shake the child, the now onsied infant grumbling as it awoke, clumsily rubbing it's face on its little sleeves as he'd shift the baby in his embrace.

The infant gripping onto its sleeve as he held him up, doing his best to introduce it to Rosie.

"This is Rosie, my oldest friend in all Hell. Rosie, this is... Child."

He spoke after a moment, both he and Rosie cringing at the uncreative name he labelled it with.

"I found the poor thing in a dumpster. I normally wouldn't concern myself with such little things but the dear just as the loveliest smile I simply couldnt help myself but save bring him along."

The Radio Demon would smile softly, holding up the little Imp, the Imp staring back with a frown. It was clear they weren't happy about being woken up from its nap.

"Oh he's such a cutie, no wonder you picked him up." Rosie spoke up all cheerfully.

"'Him'?" The Radio demon spoke after a moment, looking the very much grumpy Imp over.

"Well of course!" Rosie spoke cheerfully. "Look at his horns, everybody knows male Imps have thick black and while stripes, it's the does that have real thin white stripes."

Looking down, sure enough, the grumpy Imp had a set of itty bitty thick black and white striped horns,

The young Imp would sit in his grasp, frowning softly as it stared at Rosie.

The demoness would smile, leaning in.

"Hmmm, not in a smiley mood, huh baby?" She'd tease, booping the young Imp on the nose, only for the Imp to lean forwards, trying to bite the finger as she pulled back.

"Oh!" She'd pause, pulling her finger back, but after along moment She'd burst into laughter.

"Oh I think I know his problem." Getting up She'd walk around her parlour, stopping before one shelf before grabbing something.

Returning to the pair she'd hold out a dried finger, the little Imp staring at it, leaning in to sniff the finger before he reached out, grabbing the finger before he started nawing on the finger, the Imp chewing off whatever flesh he could with his little needle teeth.

"Ohoho! Look at him go!" Rosie giggled, the woman smiling as the two watched the Imp knaw and chew on the finger.

"My, he's quite the carnivore." Alastor spoke, a chuckle in his voice.

"Oh yeah." Rosie hummed. "Imps are a bunch of little Carnivores. Not to mention who knows the last time this little tot ate something."

Alastor would pause, the man annoyed at himself for thinking of that.

Staring down at the Imp, despite his new onsie and cleaned form, the man couldn't forget that he'd been abandoned.

Something that still infuriated him.

"So!" Rosie spoke, breaking him from his thoughts. "What are ya gonna do with the the little guy?"

She asked with a notable edge to her voice, Rosie half concerned and half curious.

Alastor, giving his head a shake, perked right up.

"Well, I cant just abandon a child with a smile as delightful as his. And even a black heart like my own can't simply abandon him just anywhere, so I was hoping to leave him somewhere... safe." He spoke softly, smiling down at the young boy, the Imp laid back in his arm as he chewed on the finger he'd been given. "There must be at least one spot on this accursed Ring I could leave the boy."

Rosie would humm, placing a finger to her chin as she thought.

"Oh!" She'd perk up. "I know just the place. There's a girl just down the street. She takes all kinds of Hell natives in all the time!"

Alastor perked right up, all smiles as he finally had a safe place for his, err, he meant, he found a safe place for such a delightful smile to stay safely.

And so, with a tickle to the Imps belly, the young Imp still chewing on the finger heed been given, he'd perk up, the three of them heading out, walking down the street.

Walking down the Coves main street, Alastor would play with the Imp, his finger having been discarded at some point as Alastor held the Imp up, playing with the Imp as he cooed and teased the baby.

"Hmmm, I must say Al, I've never seen you so... playful. Never expected that, not with a kid at keast."

Alastor would pause mid raspberry, tongue sticking out as he stared at her.

A moment would pass, the man pulling his tongue back into his mouth as he cleared his throat, composing himself as he pulled the boy to his chest.

"Well, I merely wish to keep the boy in high spirits. The last thing we need is for the boy to get all grumpy again and loose this charming smile of his."

As he said matter of factly, the Imp would be reaching up, Alastor quickly giving him his attention, giving him his finger to hold before tickling his belly.

Walking further down the street, Rosie would stare at the pair. Rosie having never seen Alastor like this.

Walking on some more, Rosie would pause mid step, Alastor walking on for a moment before he would notice.

Turning around he'd call out.

"Rosie dear, whatever is the matter?"

Rosie would clear her throat, walking forwards as she griped his arm telling him they could come back later, perhaps they should think it over for a moment, the lady doing her best to turn the man away.

However before she could turn his attention away, he'd look up, freezing in place.

Rosie, realising she'd failed sighed, a finger scratching her cheek.

Before them, a quant little shop, a large blood stained sign hung above the doorway.

"Quality Hellborne Meats!"

Several strings of different cuts of meat hung in the window, Alastor physically recoiling upon noticing them.

"... this is where you were bringing me?" Alastor asked, an edge to his voice as he held the Imp close to his chest, the little Imp staring up at him.

"I... She must have set it up recently, I never would have suggested it if I'd, well, known Al. Ya know I wouldnt..."

Alastor would stand there, staring for several moments before turning about face and walking back to Rosie's boutique.

...

The scene cut to Rosie's Room, the woman watching as Alastor, baby still in arm, wore down her rug by walking back and forth.

Alastor, eye twitching as he walked back and forth, was wrapped up in his thoughts.

He was so consumed in his frustrations that he didn't even realise his face had slowly contorted into a vicious sneer.

"Alastor!" He'd snap out of his trance, head snapping to Rosie.

"What?!"

The woman, brows raised, would raise a hand, gesturing to the child.

Looking down he found a very unhappy Imp, the little demon clearly upset by Alastors darkening mood.

"Oh! My apologies my dear Impling, I didn't mean to upset you." The man tried to comfort the child.

Though even a radio tune didn't seem to settle the child, Alastor at something of a loss.

"Bring him here." Rosie spoke, arms extended.

Walking over, the man would place the Imp into the woman's grasp, Rosie bringing the Imp to her bosom.

"Awww poor thing is just sleepy. I think its time for a nap darling." The woman cooed, gently combing the Imps hair back as she gently shifted him.

Resting the young Imp against her chest she'd begin patting his back, gently shifting her form as she cared for the Imp.

It would take some time but the baby fell asleep in her arms, the woman still gently patting its back as

"... so, what are we gonna do?" Rosie would ask softly.

"We?" Alastor asked softly, the man glancing down at the baby Imp.

"Heck yes 'we', you think I'm just gonna leave you to handle a baby on your own." She'd ask with a dose of snark.

Alastor would snort, reaching out and gently pet the back of the Imps head, finger gently tapping the tip of one of his little horn nubs.

"Any ideas?" Rosie would ask the man, looking down at the little Imp.

"Well... I refuse to simply hand him over to some butchery, and I refuse to sell him off to some workhouse."

The two sat in silence for a long moment before Rosie spoke.

"So... your gonna, what, take him in? You sure your up for something like that?" She asked, a serious edge to her voice. "I love ya Al, but childcare ain't ya style."

"Nonsense! I excel in all departments." He spoke, rising to his feet. "You'll see, I'll take care of my little 'smiling demon'."

Rosie would laugh softly at the title hed given the child.

"Well then I suppose he'll need a name, won't he." Rosie hummed, looking down at the sleeping Imp.

"Hmmm." He hummed thoughtfully. "What about... Smiley?"

"NO." Rosie spoke instantly.

Alastor breaking into giggles, Rosie smiling in turn as they both looked at the Imp.

"Well what would you name our smiling little devil?" He asked the woman, his shadow hanging over the pair of them.

"Well... I like the name Felix."

The pair would sit there for a moment before Alastor would nod.

"I like it!" He smiled, reaching out to rub the baby's head once more, Alastors smile widening as his little tail came up, curling around his digits.

"Felix... Yes, I think that's a grand name."

It'd been a few months since Alastor had adopted Felix, and the man had no idea why people would carry on about childcare.

Granted. The man could do many of the chores such as changing his diapers or attire with the wave of a hand, cleaning him up and clensing his form of filth without a thought, the man still dressing the Imp still in a Red little onesie.

And the Imp was a hoot, like a little mirror as his mood seemed to reflect his own.

The Imp, taking after his old man, was usually all smiles, well unless he was hungry or had soiled himself, then hed be sure to let the man know something was wrong.

But still, he rarely cried, and seemed to be able to sleep through anything.

This parenting thing was easy!

Not that he'd say that in front of Rosie.

Not again.

She'd just about knocked his antlers off the first time hed said it.

But at the moment he was walking down Cannibal Cove's main street, the Sinner giving the occasional nod to his fellow cannibals as he passed.

To those he cared to acknowledge at least.

Felix, enjoying his mid day nap, was hanging from the Radio demons neck, the little Imp his 'favoirite necktie' as he so often liked to call him.

Approaching the boutique, Alastor would softly awaken The Imp, gently removing the Devil from his neck as he held the boy in his arms.

The young Imp would grumble, whining softly as he rubbed his face as he awoke, the child awakening groggily, looking around as he took his surroundings.

It'd be that familiar bell of Rosie's store that would fully awaken him, the little Imp perking right up.

He knew that sound.

It meant Rosie and-

"Aaaaw look at the little devil!" A demoness would coo.

Another cannibal man would pipe in. "What a strapping young lad!"

Suddenly all eyes were on the Imp, Felix just feeding on the attention as each passing sinner gave some complement or comment on him.

It wouldn't be until he reached Rosie however that Felix gave a real response.

Felix all but leapt from his arms, the Little Imp, worming out of the Radio demons grasp as the Imp reached for Rosie.

Now he wasn't one for jealousy, but Rosie truly was the only demon his Adoptive son jump to in his stead. Something she was sure to remind him of when teasing the Radio Demon.

She just had a 'woman's touch' as Rosie liked to call it, and while he couldnt deny her skill with the boy, he couldn't quite blame the Imp.

He knew why he was always so eager to see Rosie.

"Here you are sweetie~" Rosie cooed, the woman handing him one of the fingers she now kept at hand, the Imp eagerly knawing at the dried fleshy nub of the severed finger.

True to her earlier statement, Felix was a carnivore through and through, Alastor feeding him an all meat diet, often able to keep his attention with but a simple strip of flesh, the Imp's little teeth surprisingly capable at knaw through anything put before him, let alone the bone of the digit he currently chewed on.

"Well hey there Al, how've my two favourite guys in Hell been?" She'd ask the man, gently bobbing Felix to her chest.

The young Imp, even while knawing on a finger, was just soaking in the attention from the surrounding Cannibals, all smiled as he chewed on the digit.

Alastor and Rosie would share some words, the pair chatting like the old friends they were as the Imp chewed what flesh he could from the digit.

With a soggy and half chewed digit, the Imp would hold the half chewed finger up.

"Hublubdlll." The Imp blubbered, Both Alastor and Rosie freezing at the first real attempt at speech from the Imp.

"Dawwww!" The entire crowd of cannibals cooed.

"Look at you, ain't you a clever little devil?" Alastor would coo, booping him on his non-existent nose. "You'll be carrying on like your old man before we know it."

Rosie laughed, looking up at the demon.

"Oh Heaven help us all. Hell will never fall silent again."

The pair would laugh uproariously, Felix staring up at the pair, a smile cross his face, half chewed finger in his little red paw, clearly not knowing what was happening, but just happy to be included.

Reaching out, Alastor would scoop the boy up, tickling his belly as the Imp yowled with laughter.

"Oh! That's right, I have something for you." Rosie perked up, the demon belle standing up and leading the pair into the back of the general store.

Walking into the back, Rosie would approach a large item covered with a sheet.

Felix meanwhile would be crawling across his father's body, the little devil managing to cling on his back, Alastor struggling to get him off his back.

After some twisting and turning, Alastor laughing at the situation he's gotten himself into as his surprisingly nimble son had latched onto the man's back.

Thankfully, with some help from his shadow and his flexible neck, ignore the snapping sounds, he'd grab the boy, holding him upside down as the pair were locked in a bout of laughter.

Rosie, shaking her head at the giggling pair before beckoning them over.

Approaching the woman and the large covered object Rosie, with a dramatic flare, she'd yank off the sheet off, revealing a classic wooden cot.

The cot was polished yet... off. Not perfect.

Perfectly flawed. One might say.

Alastor would perk right up at the sight, eyes practically sparkling.

"Oh Rosie." He spoke, seemingly for the first time at a loss for words.

"Yeah yeah, I know, I'm incredible." She spoke with a smile, Alastor rolling his eyes.

"Well it certainly beats where the boys been sleeping so far. Should give the coat rack a nice rest." Alastor hummed, holding his arm up as if to show off Felix was hanging from his wrist by his little tail.

Rosie would give him a look, Alastor giving a hearty chuckle in turn.

"Oh dont give me that look, you know I'm just playing." Hed speak, a radio tune in his voice, the man reaching down to grip the Imp by his core, holding him in one hand in a rather funny grip as he looked over the cot.

"Though you've truly outdone yourself Rosie my dear." He'd hold the Imp in his palm, running his other hand along the polished wooden railing.

Felix, shifting in the Radio demons rather large hand, at least compared to his little Impish body, the little Imp would lean forwards, staring down at the cot.

"You like it my boy?" Alastor would ask softly, smiling as the little Imp curiously looked over the cot

Leaning forwards he'd lay his open palm on the cots mattress, allowing the Imp to crawl into the cot, Felix getting up on his hands and knees as he looked around, his movements all shaky and jerky as one would expect from such a young being.

Alastor and Rosie would watch as the Imp looked about, the little devil crawling about the squishy mattress as he explored the new space he'd been given.

The mattress squishy, making the Imp bounce, the mattress shifting beneath him and he crawled about, the Imp slipping and bouncing off the mattress in a rather funny display as he got back up, crawling about the small space.

"You know Al, I love ya, but... I have my doubts." Rosie would speak softly, watching Felix crawl about his new cot.

Alastor would exhale softly, watching the Imp as he reached the wooden railing.

"I know." He spoke simply, watching the Imp grabbing the wooden rails, the little devil shakily getting to his feet as he looked through the wooden bars of the cot.

"I know Im no parental figure. Lord knows there are likely better options out there, but... well, for lack of a better parental figure, I'm all he has." They'd both smile as The Imp softly bobbed in his space, enjoying the springiness of the mattress as he turned, looking up at the pair of them with a great big smile.

The pair would smile in turn, beaming at the little devil as he turned, looking around his cot.

"I'll admit I am... lacking in parental skills. Or attributes. Or even a general idea of how to care for a child..."

He'd playfully bumped hips with her as she stared him down.

"Yes, yes, I know pointing out my shortcomings doesn't solve them, but... I've found myself caring for the boy more than I'd ever thought I could. I... I care for him as my son."

He'd smile a genuinely caring smile as he watched the Imp softly bob up and down on the mattress, the little Imp entertainingly exploring his leg muscles.

"He's my little Imp." He spoke resolutely, smiling warmly as he watcht the Imp moving about in his cot, his shadow pushing him back as he leaned in, planning to bite on the wooden bars of his cot.

"So I'm with him, and he's with me. We have each other and that's how we are." He finished simply, smiling as he watched through Imp fall on his but, laying back as he stared up at them, eyes wide with wonder.

Rosie would stand there for a long moment before chuckling, shaking her head.

"Well, I'll always be there for my favourite guys in Hell. Just make sure you bring him around regularly, you know how the girls enjoy seeing him." She chuckled, Alastor quickly joining her.

"Thank you Rosie. I... I have my doubts I could handle all of this without you. Not like there's a guide for a man like myself suddenly caring for an Imp of all beings in Hell."

He'd chuckle, Rosie humming in turn before perking up.

"Oh! Well, actually." She'd perk up, a hint of Sass in her tone as she turned, the woman walking over to a small mound of merchandise and materials she held in the back of her store as she scanned the shelves, humming to herself as she dug through skeletons, dried and preserved meat and unique tools and doodads as she suddenly pulled back.

"A-hah!" She cheered, holding up her find.

Walking over she'd place it into his hand. Looking upon the item he found it to be a book.

'Caring for your Hellborne baby as a demonic overlord'.

The man standing there for several long moments before he'd snort, chuckling as he stuffed the book into his coat.

"Well, I suppose I have no excuse now."

The two of them bursting into heavy laughter, staring over the young Imp as he stared up at the pair of Sinners, the young Imp smiling a big goofy smile, the Imp just happy to see his daddy happy.

Alastor, sttling for just a moment, would rech out, grabbing the baby as he held him close, gently rubbing his Jose against the Imps in an affectionate display, the Overlord feeling a new found confidence in himself.

He could do this. With Rosie by his side. And this new book, the man running a thumb over the worn novel, Alastor felt good.

Confident in his future with his Impish son.

Hello y'all. So this Is actually a full version of my 'character finding a baby Imp story'.

I feel the idea of Alastor with a baby Imp has a lot of potential to it, so I figured I'd whip this up.

I hope y'all like it, and appreciate the work I put in.

I'll likely make a few more additions to the story, but if y'all have ideas for it, let me know, I'd love yo hear it.

Still, thank y'all for reading, have a good ass day!

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