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Kin of the Demon Prince (pt. 6)

Warnings: Smut, Semi-public sex, Cursing, Angst, MC is a fuckin unit, Female MC, Single Mom MC, MC x Diavolo

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To say Diavolo was lonely a majority of his life was an understatement. A gross one at that.

He didn't have any friends growing up. Hell, it took a lot of convincing just to get Barbatos to stick around. His father was strict when he was present, very cold-blooded, especially toward his only son. One would argue that Diavolo got the worst of his father's cruelty; that is, if the demon king didn't sentence a hefty amount of demons to a torturous end in the dungeons.

The feeling of relief that had washed over him when his father had decided to rest below the Devildom was apparently new to him. It was as if the last of his chains had been broken off and he could finally execute the first few steps of his plan.

Peace among the realms.

It'd taken longer than he'd originally intended, but after the arrival of the seven brothers, he was taking more action. With Lucifer by his side, he finally established the foreign exchange program that allowed students from the Human and Celestial realms attend school in the Devildom.

That's when he met you.

You were a peculiar little lamb. A lamb with the instincts of a tiger.

He saw so much in you, yet he still found you hard to read.

Curiosity was what reeled him in most.

You were what made him want more.

"Dia,"

Your voice drove him absolutely wild. It was sweet like honey, and it was music to his ears. And when you said his name like that, the nickname you gave him, it only made him crave you more.

His hands gripped your hips tightly, thumbs tracing circles on your sides as he pulled you closer to him, eyes sealed shut, and tongue exploring your mouth. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, RAD uniform becoming more and more undone the more intense the situation became.

You pulled away once you felt your lungs clench, panting heavily as your glazed eyes met his. A string of saliva connected the two of you, only disappearing once Diavolo's lips chased yours once more. Hands roaming down to grasp your thighs, he lifted you up effortlessly and gently sat you down on the teacher's desk of the empty classroom the two of you occupied.

You placed a hand on his chest and pulled away momentarily. "Dia, here?" You asked softly, a dark red blush dusting your cheeks and the tips of your ears.

Diavolo reached up to tuck a few strands of your hair behind your ear and smiled sweetly at you. "If you wish to save this for another time, I'll gladly oblige, MC." His mouth spoke one thing, but his body spoke another. His gaze so starving, full of lust and admiration, his hands quivering as to not rip open the top of your uniform, and the tent in his pants serving as hard evidence to his actual desires. He didn't want to stop, but he would had you asked.

Letting out a small sigh, you wrapped your legs around him and pulled him into another heated kiss. Who were you to deny the prince of the Devildom anyway?

Diavolo's hands traveled upward, pulling down the top coat of your uniform to your shoulders and unbuttoning the top of your blue button-up blouse.

You glance at the clock with hazy eyes. You had less than twenty minutes until lunch ended, you needed to make this quick if you wanted to have time to clean up before the next class got here.

His mouth latched onto your left breast, biting down ever so gently to leave barely-visible marks. Your hands reached down to his pants and cupped his bulge, letting out a small whine as his teeth nibbled gently on your nipple. "Dia, no time," You whimpered out softly, hands fumbling to undo his belt.

The prince only grunted in response, kissing up your chest and sinking his teeth into the flesh that connected your shoulder to your neck. His hands moved down to unzip his pants and pull them down a little, reaching into his boxers and pulling out his cock.

He pushed your skirt up, fingers grazing over your clothed slit before pushing the crotch of your panties to the side. "Quick... Quick..." He murmured out, one of his hand gripping your thigh tightly to hold it in it's place, far away from the other. You felt the tip push against your entrance and whimpered. You hadn't taken him without preparation before, but considering how soaked you were down there, there was a chance you'd be fine.

If he wasn't so damn big.

You took a moment to mentally curse his length before you felt him pull you against him, thrusting his hips forward. His free hand came up to clasp over your mouth, muffling your near-on scream as he bottomed out. "Fuuuuck," He groaned out as your walls enveloped him, welcoming his cock with their warmth.

You were trying to keep yourself up right with one hand on the desk and the other draped over his shoulder, as well as trying to relax. There was only the slightest bit of pain, but it had subsided rather quickly. Despite this, Diavolo remained still, lust-filled eyes glued to your face, as if waiting for you to give him the go-ahead. Slowly, your teary eyes met his, tongue pressing flat against his palm.

A shiver ran down his spine, pulling his hips back. You let out soft pants against his hand as you felt his cock pulling slowly out of your cunt. He snapped his hips forward, again, and again.

Your cries and whimpers were muffled against his hand, nails digging into his shoulder and scraping against the desk.

"My Queen, I can't help but feel that you're enjoying this situation," He spoke softly, leaning in a little closer to tease you with proximity, as well as his voice. "Do you like it when I silence you?" Your eyes squeezed shut as your cheeks burned, walls clenching around his cock, which slammed brutally into your pussy. "Do you like the risk of getting caught?"

You whined against his hand. Pushing your leg toward you, your knee almost pushing against your breast, he fucked into you at a newly gained angle, hitting that spongey spot that made you see stars. The hand that was on the desk went to rub circles on your puffy clit as your walls squeezed around his cock.

Diavolo moved his hand away from your mouth, your moan bouncing off of the walls of the empty room. "Dia, I'm-" You whimpered out only to be cut off by the demon leaning forward to press his lips to yours.

You walls convulsed, your nails clawing at his shoulder as your orgasm hit you hard. Your sounds were swallowed by his mouth, his hips rutting against yours faster, pace stuttering a little before he stilled. His cock was buried deep inside of your cunt, tip pushing against your cervix as his cum shot into you, filling your womb and painting your walls. Diavolo pulled away with a small groan, thrusting a few more times to ride out his orgasm before slowly pulling out of you.

Heavy pants escaped the both of you, one of your hands reaching up to tangle itself in his red hair. The prince looked down, letting out a small sigh in bliss as he adjusted your panties, not wanting his hard work to go to waste and leak out of you. You shuddered a bit, batting your lashes at him as he pressed his forehead against yours. "I love you," He said softly, hand grasping yours and intertwining your fingers with his.

With a smile, you let out a small chuckle in response and pecked him gently on the lips. "I love you too."

It'd been roughly a month since you'd left his realm. Diavolo probably cried the most when you left, and he'd been longing for you ever since he saw you go. His bed felt a lot bigger now, a lot emptier. He'd find himself texting your D.D.D. only to realize you don't have access to it.

He missed you so much.

"My Lord," Barbatos entered his room with a small smile on his face. "Solomon is requesting your presence. He says he has a message from MC."

This was probably the best thing he could've hoped for.

A message from you?

What did you have to say? Were you going to regale him with what you've done so far in the Human Realm through the sorcerer?

Maybe he'd get to hear how much you missed him too.

"Solomon!" He greeted as he walked into the room, embracing the white-haired sorcerer and patting him on the back. "It's great to see you! How have you been?"

The sorcerer smiled. "I've been well. How about you, Lord?"

Diavolo chuckled. "Well, I've been better. I honestly never thought I'd be so clingy. Speaking of which, how has MC been doing?"

He saw Solomon's expression change and raised a brow in confusion. "That's what I wanted to speak with you about."

The two sat down at a table, Barbatos setting down two cups of tea before them. "Ah, how do I say this?" Solomon murmured out, eyes casting down to the drink before him.

Diavolo took a sip of the tea, setting it down and looking at Solomon with stern eyes. "Is something wrong?" He asked, earning a hesitant glance from the sorcerer.

"Well, for starters... MC, she's pregnant."

Diavolo felt the world freeze around him. He paused, eyes shot wide open.

Pregnant.

MC was pregnant.

With his child.

A wide smile formed on his face. "Pregnant?! With my child?!" He laughed a little bit in pure joy at the thought. Diavolo could imagine it already. You, him, and your baby. Of course, the two of you had discussed it before. But it was never anything the two of you thoroughly planned for. While it was so sudden, he was excited. "When does she want me to meet with her? Is she here? Does she want me to go up there or shall we bring her to the Devildom? Actually, I don't think she should put herself through all of that work to get down here, I'll visit her myse—" "My Lord," Solomon interrupted him, florentine gaze shifting from the demon to his tea. That's when Diavolo noticed the frown on his face. His brows furrowed in confusion. "She said that... She doesn't want to keep it," Solomon said, taking a sip of his tea.

Diavolo's gaze shifted downward. He was excited, of course, because he thought he was going to have a child. But you don't want to keep it? He was definitely upset, mainly because you made the decision without consulting him. He placed his hands on his face and gently massaged his muscles with a sigh. "I suppose... I don't get a say in this situation. I'm not the one giving birth, so, whatever she wishes to do with her body is completely up to her..." He murmured out quietly. "But I would like to speak with her about it before she commits, if that's possible." Diavolo looked up at Solomon, a glint of desperation in his eyes.

Solomon met his gaze, almost deadpanning as he spoke. "MC doesn't want to see you anymore."

Diavolo's hands clasped together, pressing his forehead against his thumbs at the news. You didn't want to see him anymore? After finding out you were pregnant, he found out you didn't want to keep it, now he finds out you don't want to see him anymore?

There was a silence in the room, Diavolo's demonic aura beginning to slowly become apparent around his figure. "Did she tell you why?" He asked, voice dropping an octave.

Solomon took another quiet sip of his tea before he spoke. "She said... A lot of things. That she didn't want to live in the Devildom, she didn't want to be tied to demons in any way shape or form, et cetera, et cetera." The sorcerer, by this point, had noticed how the demonic aura around Diavolo only got more powerful. More menacing. More angry.

Barbatos placed a hand on Solomon's shoulder, meeting his glance with a smile. "I believe it's time for you to leave, Solomon. Thank you for stopping by."

Once the two left the room, Diavolo's form began to shake and shift. You didn't want to see him anymore? You didn't want any relation with the Devildom whatsoever? Why? Why didn't you tell him this sooner?

Diavolo wanted to get angry. He wanted to throw furniture around the room and break anything he could. He wanted to have an outburst, he wanted to be angry with you.

But he couldn't.

All he could do was sit there, sobbing quietly in his seat.

Where did he go wrong?

After about eight months had passed, Diavolo found himself drowning in work of his own volition. He saw, now, why Lucifer does it. It takes him away from the world, even if it was troublesome or boring, he was focused on something else. Something other than the fact that you and his baby were gone.

As the months passed, the feeling of dread never subsided. It was never easier to handle, it never got better. It was just there. Mocking him. You were present in his mind all the time, fond memories becoming bittersweet, and sweet dreams became nightmares.

On top of that, there was this odd feeling he'd get every now and then. It made the back of his throat tingle, a shiver run down his spine, and his heart swell. Every now and then, it'd trigger a shift to his demon form. There was no pattern, no rhyme, no reason, nothing. The feeling came and went. Sometimes it'd wake him in the middle of the night, sometimes it'd be during the day.

He'd asked the royal physician about these odd occurences, only to be told it may have something to do with his genetics. Given the fact that he did get you pregnant, he could feel the connection between him and the child he'd made. That, or he could be feeling a strong connection with a magical item or relic. This information confused Diavolo because you'd gotten rid of the baby, hadn't you? To this, the physician shrugged.

Diavolo had half a mind of discussing the matter with his father in the Mausoleum, but he'd rather not wake him for such a trivial matter.

He decided that, perhaps because you were once carrying his child, you were the indirect cause.

However, over the next few months, the feeling became more intense. Once he discerned it was coming from the human realm, he'd send demons there to search for whatever it was. If it was a powerful relic, then perhaps it would be a nice asset to the Devildom. If it was you, well, he wasn't exactly prepared for such an outcome. He couldn't say that he wouldn't be overjoyed to hear from you, of course.

"Lord Diavolo," Lucifer spoke up as the last of the student council members left the meeting room. Diavolo looked up at Lucifer with tired eyes. He was emotionally drained from the year he'd had, and it showed. "I spoke with MC when I was in the human realm."

Diavolo perked up a bit at the sound of your name. "MC?" He repeated softly. Lucifer nodded. "It appears that Solomon may have given some false information..." He said softly.

The demon prince was silent for a moment.

"What false information?"

Lucifer deadpanned at the alter in tone. He furrowed his brows upward and let out a sigh. "When I saw MC... She was accompanied by someone..."

Diavolo's demonic aura surrounded him. He'd become less and less emotionally stable since the sorcerer's visit, so his mind immediately went to you and another man. "Someone? A partner?" He asked, fist clenching on the table.

Lucifer shook his head, closing his eyes for a moment. "An infant... No older than three months. She had crimson red hair and eyes that resembled the gold that littered the tips of her black horns and wings." His ruby eyes opened to meet Diavolo's.

"You mean to tell me..." The red-headed royal trailed off, earning a nod from the Avatar of Pride. "Your daughter lives, my Lord."

Diavolo placed a hand over his face, trying to stop himself from breaking down then and there. He was overwhelmed with so many emotions at once. You decided to keep it? Then why did you say you were going to get rid of it?

"However," Lucifer continued, Diavolo moving his hand so he could look at the sin before him. "MC expressed that she was unaware of what the sorcerer told you. That it was not her original message. I would suggest—" "We'll discuss the topic of Solomon at a later date, Lucifer." Diavolo interrupted him. "If Solomon lied, we need to find out why. But right now, I need to prepare."

Lucifer raised a brow. "Prepare for what, my Lord?"

Diavolo glanced up at the ceiling, taking in a deep breath before sighing heavily.

"For my trip to the human realm. I need to confirm something."

"My Lord," Barbatos called out to him, knocking on Diavolo's door. He looked up at the door, holding Selene close to him instinctively. "MC is awake."

Barbatos led the demon prince down the hallway, the red-head supporting Selene's head so she could look around the castle. He smiled at her curious eyes, gently cooing at her. The door to the room you were residing in opened, and you were sat up in the bed.

Immediately your eyes widened as you saw him and Selene. "She's okay," You said in relief. Diavolo looked up at you and nodded with a small, bitter smile on his face. "I can take her," You said softly, assuming that Diavolo wouldn't want to burden himself with the bundle of joy you assumed he didn't want in the first place.

Diavolo paused at the side of your bed, the door closing behind him, and Selene reaching out for you. It pained him slightly, but he handed Selene over to you. He thought you looked so pretty holding his child in your arms.

Sitting down beside you, the demon prince remained quiet as you cooed at your baby. Minutes that felt like hours of silence went by, the sound of Selene's little babbling being the only thing that kept the room from being drowned in the quiet and awkward airspace.

"MC," Diavolo spoke softly, eyes meeting yours. Both of you could see the pain in the other's eyes, all of the emotional factors of the past year, and yet, despite all of this, you could make out the glint of love for each other. Love that was thought to be broken. Quietly, Diavolo continued.

"Can we talk?"

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kittievampire · 1 year

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Kin of the Demon Prince

Warnings : Cursing, Smut, Childhood Trauma, Mention of drugs, Mention of alcohol, Angst, MC is a fuckin unit, Female MC, Pregnant MC, Single Mom MC, MC x Diavolo

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Summary: After a passionate night and tearful goodbye between Lord Diavolo and MC, she finds out that she is pregnant with his child soon after her return to the human realm. She had planned on telling her lover the news, but receives a horrible response. This leads to her raising her child on her own in the human realm. However, as Solomon’s cloaking spell wears thin, and Diavolo is made aware of his beloved and child, the truth unravels itself. Enjoy.

Your whole life had been a train wreck.

You had the misfortune of being born into a family with very little. Your father was in and out of jail, your mother was either drunk or high a majority of the time, and you were left to raise yourself. When your family decided to be part of your life, you became so used to the abuse, you didn’t think twice about the number of bruises you had on your body.

Your teen years weren’t any better. While you did not partake in any violent or illegal activities, you were surrounded by such things, whether it be your friends or family taking part.

You were focused on your studies for the most part, finding any reason to stay on the school campus because you didn’t feel safe at home. However, you weren’t exactly safe outside either. People were violent.

To survive, you had to adapt.

You couldn’t afford to be a pacifistic quiet kid, so you became a quiet kid who knew how to throw a punch. That didn’t mean you enjoyed it, though.

Eventually, you had become so attached to your grades, solely for the purpose of leaving that hellhole you called home. After you turned 18, however, your entire world changed.

That’s when you were sent to the Devildom for an exchange program. You were greeted by a man with tan skin and red hair, his golden eyes glowing as he smiled down at you. Beside him was a man in all black, red eyes piercing your figure. “Welcome, human!” The man in red spoke loudly, causing you to internally cringe in annoyance. “The fuck is going on?” You huffed out, completely disregarding the man’s greeting. “Language, human,” The man in black spoke, earning a small chuckle from the man in red. “Relax, Lucifer. It’s obvious she is quite spooked from the journey down here. Apologies, human, I foolishly neglected to introduce myself and my partner here. I am Diavolo, Prince of the Devildom. This is Lucifer, and those men at his side are his brothers.”

You remember it like it was yesterday. For it was the day you met the love of your life.

You didn’t have a lot of trouble adapting to life in the Devildom. The same rules applied down there as they did where you lived. Always look like you know where you’re going, always watch your back, be home by a certain time, and never go outside past dark.

Diavolo would always find reasons to invite you to his castle. Whether it be for tea, exposing him to human culture, or "reviewing" human and Devildom movies. Those nights, you usually ended up falling asleep with one of his arms wrapped around you.

Despite this, that redhead continued to appear out of nowhere to make sure you were adjusting to life here. At first, you’d try to keep conversations with him as short as possible, but he was persistent in getting so personal with you. You couldn’t make any sense of it. However, there were a few times when he’d gotten you out of trouble.

All your life you had no one protecting you from making bad decisions, but Diavolo spoke to you about such things in a way that didn't make you feel like a child. At the same time, however, it soothed the scared little girl that you used to be, just the slightest.

He was always so open about his feelings. That's what you loved about him. You wished you could do the same, but it was just so difficult for you.

You'll never forget the day you asked him out. Finally.

"MC, I didn't expect to see you here," Diavolo called out as he entered the room you and Barbatos were in. The butler had just set down the warm tea in front of the two of you and dismissed himself as soon as the young prince was seated to give you two some space.

"O-Oh! Yeah! I-I, uh... Just kinda figured I'd... You know, stop by." You stammered out, immediately slapping yourself internally for sounding like such a dork. You felt especially awkward when Diavolo stared at you and took a sip of his tea. "I... I have something to s-say..." You said softly, composing yourself as much as you can. However, the situation becomes too intense and you found yourself infatuated with the artwork on your teacup.

Diavolo wasn't an airhead. Well, not completely, at least. He had an idea of what this was about, but he continued to feign ignorance, despite the shit-eating grin he wore on his face. "Yes, my darling?" He spoke softly, causing you to shiver in delight.

The moment you caught his gaze, you decided that if you thought about it any more than you already have, nothing would be done about these feelings you had for him. You knew exactly how he felt about you, he told you almost every day how much he loves you, despite the flustered cursing as a response. "I love you, Diavolo!" You declared, your eyes screwed shut.

Diavolo let out a relieved sigh. "My little human, my darling MC," He stood, gently grasping her wrist and lifting her to her feet so he could embrace her. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear those words!" You were trembling a bit in his arms, the result of your stress just a few seconds before. You looked up at him, placing a hand on his cheek as you gazed into his soft, loving, gold eyes. Slowly, your lips met in a tender kiss. This first kiss lived in your mind for the next few years.

Soon, the time came to leave the Devildom, for good this time. The night before your departure, the two of you found yourselves unable to let go of each other. Your fingers intertwined with his as you moved your hips up and down, letting out loud moans in pleasure as the tip of his manhood kissed your cervix. Diavolo grunted softly. “Fuck, MC…” You whined in response, loving the way your name sounded in his mouth. “Dia… m’gonna miss you,” You whimpered as you quickened your pace. The demon smiled up at you. “My love, I will move the Devildom and the Heavens to see you again in this lifetime. I promise I will come to visit you. As frequently as possible.” He groaned a bit after his sentence as his free hand gripped your hip, thrusting upwards at a brutal pace. “F-Fuck, Dia!” You cried out his name as your orgasm racked through your body, his thrusting remaining unfettered as he continued to seek out his climax as well. You leaned down and pressed your lips against his, a more sensual and needy kiss, as you know you won’t be getting one for a long time. You felt the warmth of his seed filling your womb and he held your hips still, groaning into the kiss before pulling away. He reached up, placing his hand on the back of your head and pulling you towards him so your forehead rested on his. "My darling Queen. I'll see you again. Hopefully, we'll be able to make your place in my kingdom official..." He said softly, gently caressing your ring finger with his thumb and index.

Once you got back to the human realm, you'd left your neighborhood and moved into a safer suburban area. Solomon would visit quite often, him being your easiest way to contact the Devildom. However, after you'd left, Diavolo had gotten busier, according to Solomon. Whenever you tried to get a hold of him, there'd be no answer. But when you needed him most was right now.

Your neighbor was worried about your sickness and suggested the idea that you were pregnant. You took a pregnancy test, sitting down on the floor of your bathroom. You bit down on your thumbnail, not knowing how long you were supposed to wait or if you were even supposed to wait at all. Maybe you should've gone to a hospital? Your eyes landed on the pregnancy test that was slightly visible on the counter top, a shaking hand reaching up and grabbing it.

You were pregnant.

Once you held it in front of you, you felt your heart drop for a moment. You stared at the positive pregnancy test, taking a moment to process.

With Diavolo's baby. Your beloved. Your heart fluttered and a smile formed on your face as tears welled up in your eyes. A baby. Half you, half him. You placed a hand on your stomach and allowed your tears to fall.

Solomon's eyes widened at the news, Florentine blue eyes looking down at your stomach and then back at your face. He paused for a moment before smiling. "Wow. That's great, MC!" He said, earning an eager nod from you in agreement. "This is amazing!" You exclaimed, "I wonder what Diavolo will say. He's mentioned that he wanted kids before, so I think it's safe to assume that he'd be pleased, yes?"

Solomon paused once more.

"Yes. I couldn't imagine him reacting any other way to the news. Would you like me to relay the information to him?" "As soon as possible!" You excitedly say, placing a hand on your stomach once more.

"Let me know his reaction. Every single detail! I wanna know what he says and how he looks like when he hears the news!" You clasped your hands together in excitement. You knew that Diavolo wanted kids, but he never really asked you to carry his child. He knew that a human carrying and giving birth to a demon child would be very difficult, and he didn't think it was a part of your agenda. At least, not yet.

Solomon smiled at you. "I see. I will relay as much detail to you as I can."

It had been about a month since then. You hadn't seen Solomon in a while, but you figured he got a bit busy. Nonetheless, you kept yourself busy as well. You were offered maternity leave, so you mainly stayed at home. Even though it was so early in your pregnancy, you couldn't help but start buying baby clothes and items. Red and gold onesies, pacifiers, and little bat toys. Life was going rather well.

Solomon finally visited. You were ecstatic when you opened the door to find him there. However, the smile on your face faded once you saw his. He looked troubled. "Solomon... Is everything okay?" You asked softly, stepping aside to let him in. He walked inside and you closed the door behind him.

"I don't have much time, MC. I had somewhere to be soon, but I have to tell you this while I have the window of free time..." Solomon spoke softly. "You might want to sit down."

You swallowed the lump of saliva that formed in your throat. Your anxiety spiked as you sat down on the couch in front of him. Solomon placed his hand on the back of his neck and sighed softly. "How... Do I put this...?" He asked himself. You fiddled with your hands, not really knowing what to do with yourself. "Solomon, just tell me," You begged slightly.

Slowly, his eyes looked up to meet yours.

"I told him the news..." He started slowly. Your heart raced. If he heard the news then why was he acting this way? Wasn't this supposed to be a joyous event?

Solomon clenched his jaw before seemingly forcing himself to spit out the next part.

"He said... He didn't want anything to do with you anymore..."