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“So…What do we name them?”
“…I’m out.”
Mass was walking away from the surreal scene of it all. He just wanted to be left alone in some random multiverse, but Grim decided that it will be fun to mess with him. He kept annoying him, until he snap and they started to fight. The battle went on for some time and only ended when their clash of power started to react unusually. Unlike their previous fights, the crash of power did not destroy an amount of land or any living or non-living organisms, it had created a baby. A baby bone that looked to be about one year old and resembled a lot like Grim, minus the bleeding right eye. They were dressed in a sample white onesie with a hood. The baby didn’t show much emotions, or their face was just made that way. Either way, he did not want to involve himself in this bizarre situation.
“Mass, I’m being serious right now. We can’t just abandon them, or kill them.” Grim had caught up with him, while trying his best not to drop the baby in his arms.
“Why not?” Mass asked, annoyed and maybe a bit scared by the whole situation.
“Babe, if I reap their soul, they will know of our forbidden love. And we can’t abandon it, since it has shown signs of having reaping powers.”
To prove his point, he put the baby down on a small patch of greenery, only for it to instantly start wilting.
“What forbidden love and how does this affect me?” Mass angrily said.
“I’m the God of Death and you’re the other donor to this baby. Short story, I won’t be the only one to suffer their fury, you’ll also be suffering with me or worse.”
“I fuckin’ hate you…If we are going to name them, we should at least find their gender.” Mass gave in and walked toward the infant.
The baby looked like it was trying to find the once lushes greenery that once flourish were they were sitting. They looked around and saw Mass approaching.
Mass came to a halt, just a foot away from the newborn, and looked it straight into the eye sockets. The baby bones didn’t cry or crawl away in fear, they just looked at him, apathetically. It was slightly unnerving and adorable, but mostly unsettling. He then picked the infant up, only to lay them down on their back and started to undress them.
“It’s a girl.” Mass said with slight surprise. As female skeletons were rare to be born.
“A girl, huh. I think Yang is a good name for her.” Grim proudly said as he floated lazily around them.
“That sounds stupid.”
“Oh? I don’t hear you suggesting anything.”
“Dark…” Mass had just finish redressing the baby girl and was now carrying her in his arms.
“How original, Mass~.” Grim mocked.
“Shut up! It fits her, although, it’s missing part of the name.” Mass spit back.
“Like what? Unless you want our child to be all emo, or some shit, why not call her Dark Tempest.” Grim joked around, only to look into Mass eye socket.
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“You can’t be serious, Mass.”
“Watch me.” He turns his attention to the baby bone, who took a slight interest in tugging his scarf. “Dark Tempest.”
The baby girl stopped what she was going and looked at Mass. When Mass called her by her new name again, in return, she gave him a smile and acted like a normal baby bone that she is. It only lasted for some short minutes, until her stomach start to growl and then she started to cry.
“WHAT DO BABIES EAT?!”
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A few years had passed, the once small baby is now a young lady, in a white, sleeveless dress with a red ribbon around her waist and red gloves and a black collar. Dark Tempest was emotionless and somewhat insane, due to a reaping gone wrong at a tender age. When she does show emotions, she mostly acts like Grim, on a lesser scale. She rarely interacts with her parents or the outside world, unless it’s to reap souls or helping her parents with whatever they need her for. The few times she tried to make “friends”, she scared them away. This went on for some time, until her baby brother was born.
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Dark Tempest was now a few decades old, but looks to be about fifteen years old. She was returning from the family business, tired and hungry. Although, it didn’t show on her face, she dread going home. There was no warmth and no love, just the endless cold emptiness and her parent’s constant fights or “sessions”. They didn’t abuse her, more like neglect her. It hurt her, but in her universe, it kill or be killed.
“I’m home.” Dark Tempest said as she walked in and dragged her tired body to the kitchen for a quick snack to eat, and then to her room to sleep.
“COME TO THE LIVING ROOM RIGHT NOW, DARK TEMPEST!” Mass suddenly shouted.
She was scared. The only times her mom ever yelled at her was because she made some sort of mistake, or she had failed at something. She ran to the living room as fast as possible, hearing both her parents arguing and….crying?
“Mother, wha-” she was cut off as Mass pushed a bundle of blankets, screaming her hearing out.
“MAKE HIM STOP CRYING!” Mass screamed, as he hold his head in agony.
“WHO-”
“YOUR NEW BABY BROTHER! NOW DO WHAT YOU WERE TOLD TO DO!” Grim shout from behind Mass, in the same position as him.
She did what was told, she rocked him like she had seen other mothers do when she was on the job. She sang him a lullaby that she came across as soothing, but sad. It seemed to calm the baby down, as he let out small whimpers and then fell asleep.
“Mind telling me what happen, and please, keep your voices down.”
“His been crying for hours. No matter what we did, he kept crying.” Grim tiredly replied.
“What was he doing before he screamed his head off?”
“Sleeping.” Mass groaned out.
“Either one of you or both disturbed his sleep or something had spook him. If that is all, I’ll be in my room.” Dark Tempest put her baby brother down on the couch and was about to head to her room.
“Oh, no. You are going to take care of him for some time.” Mass quickly said, stopping Dark Tempest in her track.
“Why? I didn’t find out that I had a little brother until now! Just how old is he?!” Dark Tempest bit back.
“You’re his older sister now, so you now have older sibling responsibilities. You would have known about him, if you had better control of your blood-lust.” Grim listed.
“I don’t have a blood-lust problem!”
“And his a few days old now.” Mass finished.
“He was born?! Like, being carried by one of you and popped right out of the oven?!” She looked astonished by the new revelation.
“He sure was! It was a lucky thing that Mass was visiting his step-bro at the time, otherwise, the birthing process would have been much more painful.”
“…there’s no way of getting out of this, is there?” Dark Tempest resign any form of protest.
“Nope! Here’s a book on how to take care of a baby and your uncle’s emergency contact info. Make sure he is healthy and alive OR ELSE!” Grim said, as he handed her a book and her new baby brother.
“Yes sir…”
As both Mass and Grim left to sleep the migraine away, Dark Tempest was having an internal melt down. Eventually, she snapped out of it and was now studying the sleeping baby in her arms.
“That least your cute…Wait…I forgot to ask for your name…”