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Alastor's POV
I opened the door to my house with a relived sigh.
Home at last....
After snapping my fingers to take off my coat that shielded me from the bitter winter cold, the stress from traveling from the capital melted off my shoulders. I came home alone, which is quite unusual.
Since my mate and I are both overlords, we always travel to meetings together but Mon Ange had to stay behind for an emergency concerning a couple off the queens making them unable to preform at his burlesque club. My husband had to replace their routines last minute and decided it would be best to do it himself as he had no time to prepare anyone else.
I'm glad to finally get to see my mate. I'm a day early, so my mate will probably not be home for a couple of hours. That means I should probably go ahead and do my Thursday night offerings.
After giving Nuggets a quick ear rub, I headed my way to my ritual room.
This room is fully entuned with trinkets from the spells my Maman taught me and shrines for the higher spirits. Time for me to pay my respects.
Spicy whiskey for Papa Legba.
Gold coins for Marie Laveau
Lastly, an array of glass beads for Esther Laquesti. My Maman.
I couldn't ask for a better mother. She was gentle but firm. She was never seen without a smile. She was also very spiritual.
My maman would make shrines to appease the spirits and taught me how to make voodoo dolls to send good health the person's way. I only learned years later why she clung to Spiritilizam so tightly.
She thought she couldn't have children, she had miscarried four times before having me. During her last pregnancy she had contacted the spirits and asked for a healthy child. She went through her pregnancy terrified of losing the baby she was caring and prayed everyday begging to bring her baby to term. She only let out a sigh of relief when her child was born healthy.
I was that child.
In her eyes the only way I could have survived was do to her connection with the spirits.
She may have been a believer before, but her devotion increased tenfold. She was considered the Voodoo priestess among the fellow believers and taught me everything she knew.
My power origins through my connection with the Lao, a power I used frequently throughout my life on earth. Do to my maman's teachings, I was able to become a contactor of the spirits of all worlds.
Without them, my power would be non-existent.
The lao consist of good spirits, so when I died and was sent to hell almost 90 years ago, I thought my power was then taken.
I was wrong
The spirits saw the murders I committed as justified and appreciated my unending devotion to them. They not only made me even stronger, but gave me a new ability..........
Access to the radio waves.
No other soul has that power, and what a power it is.
Despite the fact I'm damned, I can send my voice out of hell. Earth can tune into my shows. Purgatory can listen to my songs. Eldthrich beings can hear my voice.... and lent me their power as well.
The one place my voice can't reach, is heaven. That wouldn't bother me, if it wasn't holding my Maman.
I like to use the spells to communicate with the spirit outside of heaven, hoping they tell my Maman. I hope that maybe one day I can talk to her again. Until that day however, I'll have to make do by trying to give my Maman updates on my life. I can only hope she can hear me.
I heard the door of the ritual room open, I smiled knowing who it was.
"Hey Smiles, ya back early!."
My husband, I'd don't know how I'd live without him.
He placed a bouquet of Magnolias on my Maman’s shrine.
"Hey Esther. I hope ya don't mind I steal ya son for a minute."
Angel sometimes comes to pay respects with an offering of Magnolias, her favorite.
Words can't express how happy it makes me feel that my mate is trying to connect with my Maman. Most people would probably find the situation strange, but my love understands it as my attempt to honor my Maman.
He stumbled a little bit walking his way towards me, so I went to him and held him upright.
"Mon Ange, are you alright?"
I helped him regain his balance.
He smiled sheepishly
"Yeah, just feeling a little nauseous. I've actually threw up earlier.
Threw up earlier?
"That's strange"
Demons don’t get sick, at least not in a traditional sense. Angel stared at me.
"Smiles, think. What are the only things in hell that can make a sinner demon sick?"
The way he's staring at me.....this must be serious
There is only three ways a sinner demon can get sick.
1. Excessive uses of drugs or alcohol.
Extremely unlikely given my mate’s past. He swore off drugs and when he goes out only has a couple of drinks. He actually can’t stand the taste of alcohol throughout this month.
2. Angelic Poisoning. An exposure to Angelic weapons, blood, or tears. Anything holy is considered toxic to a demon but most cases of angelic poisoning happens right after Extermination Day, so it’s just as unlikely.
That leaves us with option three,
3. Pregnancy……
Wait…..
Mon ange and I talked extensively about how we would both want to raise our children together before getting married and two years later, we decided it was time to start trying for kids. My rut came two months ago, so the timing is right….
Realization came over me.
"Mon Ange........? Are.... Are you pregnant?"
He nodded frantically with the biggest smile on his face. I practically jumped him and he started laughing at my excitement
"Amazing!!!!! Berries!!! You beautiful creature!!!!" We're going to have a family! I'd never thought I'd be able to say that, but my beautiful spider made it possible. Someone saying I'm ecstatic is an understatement.
Angel leaned in to all my affection "I got a blood test done at the clinic just ta make sure, and they say I'm pregnant! I found out today and wanted to wait until ya got home to tell ya..."
I didn't let him explain more, I was preoccupying him with kisses. He laughed again, what a joyous sound!
We spent the rest of the night together excitedly planning for the future. I was so relived to sleep in my mate's embrace once more while listening to my love soothing hums. It didn't take either of us long to fall into the sweet embrace of sleep.
I only realized the next day that the white Magnolias Angel left as offerings was turned magenta. My Maman's favorite color.