Demon Love

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Zephyr Suicide

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It was unfair, how things happened. Zephyr lay in a pool of her own crimson colored blood, after finally being able to pull the plug on her own life, but unable to end the life of her child. She'd laid the egg and it rested just outside her grasp. Her maternal instincts told her to cradle it and warm it with the very last of her life, though she knew it would not be enough. If someone didn't find the egg soon it would die, and she didn't think that was fair.

Still, there was a chance, however slim, that someone would come and discover her egg and body and take the egg someplace warm where it could develop. It was already almost done. What would her baby look like, she wondered...

It had been Hendrix's from when he raped her that night all those months ago. But she was not like all the other girls. Her being raped did not make her want to kill herself. In fact, that made her--however strangely--happy. Learning that she was pregnant made her happy. She would live to take care of her little baby and Hendrix would be nearby always. They had decided this because with the baby... she'd felt closer to someone than ever before.

But he betrayed her, and she caught him, and now...

She coughed, choking on blood and feeling parts of her die which tore her from her reverie. With every bit of her consciousness and strength, in a garbled voice she managed to say the only thing she ever really meant.

"Mommy loves you."

And the life drained out of her, soft twitches all she could manage before truly shutting down, leaving the egg to the world's cruel games.

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Gallivanting around as he usually did on such occasions as.... Tuesday! Coyle couldn't have a care in the world.

Well, besides the fact that his anchor was still in the clutches of some dumb girl and he had an illegitimate son with another man - who by the way kept the little rat instead of killing it for being so damn nice - as well as several other small things like having do deal with Cassiel - God's gift to earth apparently - not to mention the fact that he hadn't had any fun since before he killed that one chick illia.

So yeah, he didn't have a care in the world. He could compartmentalize very well, and with this great gift, he devoted one of his consciously working trains of thought to this whilst using his other six for thinking this one thing and this one thing only:

"WOOOOOOOOOOOTUESDAY!"

Life was good. He was phasing through wall after wall going about six hundred miles an hour, and life was good.

Then, something interesting flashed before his eyes, causing him to stop. Yup, at six hundred miles an hour he saw something and stopped. It wasn't that odd, was it? Everyone could do that. Everyone could see the little puddle of blood and the dead girl and the egg lying next to her.

Ooh... Dead girl. Coyle solidified and crept down onto the floor, taking the form of a small, fluffy kitty cat to investigate. Why a cat? Well it was obvious...

The first thing he did was to lap at the tasty blood on the floor. It was still warm and everything! He did love suicides. They ended so happily! No one cares, and someone is dead! Who couldn't like that?

After taking a much needed blood break, Coyle sniffed at the dead body curiously, checking if he knew the girl. Yup. Suicide. Suicide suicided. He liked irony.

"So young and so sad..." the deep, beautiful sound of the cat's voice purred as he stepped over to the body. "Should have used a rope. Those things make fun piniatas."

He took another quick lap of the blood then ambled over to the thing she seemed to have reached for in desperation in her final hours.

An egg.

OOH. EGG.

Coyle paced around it a few times, trying to make sense of it. Why did miss suicide have an egg? She obviously didn't want it, seeing as she left it here to spoil. Was it... her egg? Did she lay it?

Of course Coyle had already worked through all this in his head, but it was fun to pretend like he didn't already know.

Did she want it to die with her? Or was she trying to save it in her last seconds? Maybe she had planned to let it die with her, but she had failed.

Coyle checked the smooth, milky shell for cracks or dents' but found none. A perfectly shaped and colored egg, without blemish.

He wanted one!

The cat, lithe as could be, jumped on top of the egg obviously too big for him to do any harm to. He sat there, tail curling over the cooling surface of the shell, pondering this nice warm seat of his.

Then, he quickly shifted out of his cat form and into his human one. He poked the egg, smiling.

"Hello egg." he said, still smiling. "Did mommy die on you?"

As if he egg had responded, Coyle nodded appreciatively and went on with his one-sided conversation.

"Oh dear, how sad! Well I'm here now.... Eat you? No. I don't eat eggs. War orphaned infants is where I draw the line."

Coyle poked the egg again, experimentally. It was half a degree colder than before.

"You're getting chilly, egg. Are you dying too?"

Coyle frowned, as if displeased by the egg's response to him.

"Take you home? No! I couldn't!"

He looked around then. He looked at the body. He looked at the closed door. He looked at the lack of pictures of friends or family that would signify the egg would be loved if it survived the boy's discovery at all.

"Or how about yes?"

Coyle giggled to himself and grabbed the egg, continuing along his speedy rampage to nowhere in particular.

"Oh! I'm going to make you a nest!"

And with that, he went to go find something with feathers. Feathers made good nests...

[Anzeh]

Zuri Makkuro

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What had happened to the promise of doing it tomorrow?

It had been weeks since Coyle had made the rather rash declaration that she was now his girlfriend, and even though that night she had thought about all the was she would tell him that she wasn't interested, the Nightmare had never done it. Now she feared it was too late... and right now she didn't really care.

Nothing had changed between Coyle and her, if indeed there was anything to be changed. She still found choco-hearts on her doorstep, she still worked at the candy shop and she still survived on what was given to her.

She was taking out her key and pushed it into her door, turning and opening it to...

"WHAT THE ****!?" she screamed so loud that she had no doubt the entire castle turned to figure out where the shriek had come from. A slight pause when she knew within the depths of her soul there could only be one culprit. "COYLE!"

Inside her room was a huge nest made mostly of feathers--and apparently he ran out of feathers at some point because there were also hides in the nest. It was painfully fresh and blood had pooled on her floor where the gargantuan nest stood. and in the nest was an egg. Where the hell had the demon gotten an egg?

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Now abandoning the hunt for warm, soft students to make his nest with, Coyle had decided that should the egg hatch at any point int time, it would need food to eat so that it didn't get hungry. So... after skinning about a dozen things with fur and feathers, Coyle took to wall-hopping again to find things that tasted good to... babies?

Small things. Bunny mythical creatures would do. He had wrestled down a few of them and stored them securely in his secondary paws when he heard the scream. Actually, the whole school heard that scream, but he was the only one that knew why the scream was issued.

Zuri must have found is big, fluffy nest! She obviously sounded happy. Who would scream like that if they were angry about something so warm and snuggly?

Taking a U turn at the next corridor, Coyle headed back in the direction of the screams of joy. Teleporting after only a few yards, he reached Zuri in time to see her happy face.

Coyle dropped the funny horned rabbis on the ground next to the huge nest, taking the time to groom the tasty blood out of his fur. While doing so, he couldn't help smiling a toothy cat-grin at her, and pointing with his tail at the single white egg in the center of the blood smeared mess.

"Look! We have a baby! Do you know how to regurgitate food?"

As inappropriate as this question was, it was also valid. Coyle didn't have organs. He didn't digest food, he integrated it, meaning anything that went down his mouth didn't come back up for any reason. Seeing as the egg was an egg, ad the baby inside would soon be a baby, Coyle had to wonder if he didn't need some kind of nanny or mother figure to nurse the little whatever-it-was until it could go hunting with daddy!

Oh, and yes it was a girl. He could tell.

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Zuri Makkuro

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Zuri tried to calm herself, she truly did. But the more the smell of animal blood and the smell of something rotting mingled in her nose made calm the last thing she was. How.. why... Coyle was really the only person on the face of this earth who thought something like this was a good idea. It wasn't like she didn't vaguely understand what he was going for, but she really couldn't... understand the thought proccess behind this.

It was simple enough to understand: he'd found an egg and decided to keep it. Since he had nowhere to keep it where it would be totally safe he decided to bring it here. WHY he'd made an entire nest for it she couldn't fathom. And why he'd let the nest bleed on her floor the could fathom even less. Granted... the guy seemed to like his blood.

He appeared in his natural form which didn't frighten her. At this point she wasn't as angry as she was just... hopelessly confused. When he said that they had a baby, her mind fully proccessed and she sighed, glancing up at his question.

"Not on cue, no. And besides, I don't think my ability to regurgitate food matters too much. the child born from that egg will innately know how to hunt."

She gasped and looked up suddenly, realized that she was going off track. "Where did you get that anyway?"

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Coyle, feeling the need to be in his more human form - he'd been getting attached to it more lately - shifted almost instantly. In the blink of an eye, or the turn of a head, the sleek alien cat changed into a pallid, sweet-faced child with what looked like dry blood caked all over his chest. Of course, it took him a moment to notice this, and when he did he only looked down sullenly at himself, pouting like a kindergartner who had poured his juice box on his favorite t-shirt.

"**** man..." the beast swore, "my skin color always shows blood."

He wiped his hands - also bloody - all over his chest. It didn't help. The shirt he had decided to add to his human form said something along the lines of :
"Florine
Uranium
Carbon
Potassium"

It was a stretch past his usual joke, but it was still funny as hell if he could ever get the blood off his shirt.

Did I say "like" in that kindergarten simile? I meant he was the kindergartener...

"So ah yeah, the nest?" Coyle mumbled, musing to himself over how he would get all this mess off of him.

He was a messy person. He did messy things. He was not good at cleaning. A lead to B lead to C and circled back some. Yeah... It all added up.

"That was so the egg wouldn't get cold."

This idea - although wasteful - had served its purpose. The many cooling bodies provided much needed warmth for the egg.

"And the egg itself?"

Coyle stared at a splotchy bloodstain, then in a half-assed effort, he shifted just above the normal reach of matter. The blood, like a thick mat, piled onto the floor, and Coyle smiled to himself as he readjusted himself to the home plane.

"I found it next to a rape slash suicide victim... NEAT RIGHT?"

He flashed an adorable smile, overly cockily almost as if in mockery of the normal charm that the human male might posses.

"Can I keep it? Please?!? I promise to walk it and feed it and make it mittens and buy it stuff and teach it to kill things."

Then, in a stroke of complete, focused need of this egg, Coyle gave a legitimate reason to keep the thing.

"What would you want me to do with it...? Give it to someone that would be kind and caring to the little orphan? She needs warmth, not love... and I couldn't bear the thought of that damn dead girl's kid growing up in a nurturing environment. She was conceived a sad, pointless thing. Why not let her become the same?"

Well.... okay so some of that was a good reason. The rest was opinion, and a good one at that.

Evil sticks with evil. The egg was something conceived in evil, sin, fear. It should fulfill its legacy. It should follow a sense of poetic injustice.

Besides, it was an egg. What was there not to like?

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Zuri Makkuro

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Zuri noticed that Coyle was being Coyle, so had no reason to really pay close attention to what he was saying or doing at that moment and let het eyes wander of to the monstrosity in the middle of her room. She walked over to it and examined it closely, touching the surface. She sighed and looked at him as he begun explaining where he'd gotten the egg from.

A look of 'seriously though?' came over her face. She believed that he'd really gotten the egg where he said that he'd gotten it, but he didn't have to be so happy about it. Death didn't make her happy. Death meant there was one less person for her to torture in this world, and the more people she had to torture the more fun she could have.

When he went down his first list of things he would do for the baby, her "seriously though" look only intensified. When his second list came she let it roll through her head a little and nodded. Sure, why not.

"Alriiight. I know exactly what to do with this sucker."

She picked up the egg securely so as not to drop it but gently so as not to crush it. The nightmare jumped and phased through the floor, the egg going along with her. Since it was Coyle's egg, she assumed he'd follow her. Her empathy link showed her that the egg was nearly to hatching, it just needed a little more heat. So, accordingly, Zuri had concocted the most amazing idea ever to be thought of EVER!

Boil the egg!

The female nightmare's dorm was a few floors--more or less--above the kitchen, and dinner had ended already. It was deserted. Her hands flew around until a large pot of water was simmering merrily over the fire. And in went the egg. She watched it, wondering what would happen. The only downside was that either the egg would hatch... or it would be cooked. Hm, now that she thought about it, both outcomes were pretty good.

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Coyle, still trying to see if he'd gotten through to the nightmare, was pleasantly and horrifically surprised at what she did next. She took his egg! Coyle blinked a few times, just to make sure he wasn't hallucinating or anything like that, then dove quickly after her, curious and concerned for his egg.

Now, far be it of Coyle to even know the meaning of the word "empathy". He had no such sense about him. Why would he? Where he came from, loving yourself was loving everyone else. Why would he ever need to know how to love anything that wasn't him then? It made absolutely no sense that he should even think about something with such feelings as empathy or compassion or devotion or love, because they weren't him and quite frankly that was just odd - a foreign concept that never sunk in.

However, in this world where up was up and down was down and everything made sense, he could find only one solace - the chaotic tenancies of things when he interacted with them. That was fun, and he could get used to that! So he did, and he had, and he had somehow formed a semi sort of understanding of relationship with other solid things like him.

The egg, for example. He did not love it, but he found entertainment in it because it was so round and shiny and pretty looking that just staring at it made him smile. Zuri was not shiny, but she was fun to listen to and watch do things, so he liked her too he guessed. Overall, he simply formed the best attachments he could, and hoped they worked out.

But...but...now egg was being attacked by Zuri, and he liked both of them! What do do..? He followed Zuri down to the kitchen, and watched her chuck the egg into boiling water, petrified.

Ah... what did he do? Did he pick one over the other? Would he still get to keep them both if he did? So many decisions...

And he made them in less than a second. Inching over to the pot, Coyle peeked in to see what would happen to the poor egg as it boiled, having noticed Zuri's reasoning in the matter of throwing an egg into boiling water and wondering for himself what would happen.

He trusted her, but only because he was sodarn curious...

"Do you think it'll hatch?" Coyle asked, curiously, like a child asking why a little chick cannot fly like it's mother. Ah to be unimaginably timeless and stupid... It sure made things more interesting!

Then, without any notice at all, the egg made a funny sound and cracked. Coyle grinned ear to ear, leaning over the side of the huge pot Zuri had used to boil the egg and apparently going unaware that he was gripping the scalding metal as he peered in to see the little crack widen.

"Oh! Look! It's doing something!"

Snatching the pot off the stove, Coyle set it down on the floor so he could straddle his legs around the pot and watch in wonder as it began to hatch.


Oooooh. Life. Life was interesting.

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Zuri Makkuro

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"I think so."

Zuri had known the other would follow her, and she tugged herself onto the counter to look into the pot. She had noticed quickly that with the rise in heat the egg became more active, like it had been dropped into a sea to vigor. It was not long until a noise came out, not a chirp or anything, but something closer to an affectionate purring growl.

And then there was a crack. A small crack, but a crack nonetheless, and a little bit of black snout was seen.

Now she was intrigued. It looked like a dragon, but...

Then there were two more cracks at other places on the shell, glad that Coyle had been so hasty and removed it from the stove. The baby was hatching, they didn't need a cooked baby. There was a chorus of those affectionate growls as two--no, three heads peered curiously out of the egg and water. It freed itself from its eggy prison with a little more work and stood half-way neck deep in water, staring curiously up at Coyle.

Zuri had moved over to watch the hatching too, and when it detected movement, it turned and stared at her, making the affectionate purring noise once more.

The newborn hybrid was already figuring out who was Mom and who was Dad.

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Coyle watched the little bundle of joy pop three heads out of its egg. Not one. Not two. Tree. That's three times the fun of one baby! Yay!

Where Coyle got this logic is unknown, but it semi made sense, and it made perfect sense to him, so why not go with it? He had a baby that was better than other babies. He could take it to the park and show it off like one of those baby shows!

...or was that a dog show? Whatever. Baby!

"okay, we need to get it a scholarship and socks and a sweater in case it rains and ah, boots! Every baby needs boots!"

Coyle, having found himself a new dad and finding this a very excitable experience, wanted to plan everything out now.

"And ah... food! Babies need food!"

Finding this the most important thing at the moment, Cole began to tear through the kitchen, looking for anything even remotely edible to feed this baby.

He found many things on his great quest, and he handed them one at a time to the three little vicious, baby heads in an attempt to see what baby liked.

"Carrot?" Coyle asked, smiling. He held out... actually that was an artichoke but whatever. Vegetables were vegetables, right? But wasn't a carrot not a vegetable? Or was that a tomato?

Hmm.... This would be harder than he thought...

"What... do I do?" Coyle looked at Zuri, momentarily stumped by his new parenting expectations. It lasted only a second though, and in that time he'd thrown the carrot - sorry, artichoke - away and had got something more appropriate for a mostly reptilian looking child - meat.

Coyle picked the little baby up out of the pot of slowly cooling water, set it down on the floor, and put a small piece of pork chop next to the center snout, crouching low so he was eye level with the very small three headed baby. He was still smiling.

"Maybe if you regurgitated it, Zuri?"

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Zuri Makkuro

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Coyle seemed to be acting particularly scatterbrained right now, Zuri thought as he talked about scholarships and boots and sweaters. She was tempted to zone out at that very moment but feared that doing so would cost their new baby its life. So she watched as he scurried around, eventually coming to the conclusion that the new life needed food.

When offered the artichoke it sniffed and sneezed, a tiny flame coming from its mouth which cooked it slightly. Being a newborn the flame was not strong enough to do anything. Next came the pork chop, which she nudged with great suspicion.

Again with the regurgitating! God...

Well, Zuri had had pet lizards and snakes and reptiles and stuff before, and all that knowledge amounted to one thing: mice. Of course this little one was larger and younger than any reptile she had had before, so she wasn't sure if it needed pinkies or full grown mice, so she decided to get one of both. She moved over to a mouse hole and phased through it partially, grabbing two pinkies and a fully grown mouse.

She dangled both of these helplessly by their tails to see which she would eat. The two side heads took the pinkies and the center head snatched the larger mouse, all three exocuting their meals and devouring them with fevor. It fell asleep afterwards, its translucent wings tucked safely against its body.

"Alright, I suppose I'll take care of her... What'll we name it?"

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After calming down ad bit and owning up to the fact that Coyle would be a daddy with daddy responsibilities, he just sat down next to the sweet little baby thing and watched it eat its meat.

Maybe Zuri should feed it then?

Thinking to himself then abut this new name business, Coyle decided he wanted something that made sense for baby to have. He'd chosen his own name, after all, and he knew how important it was to have the right one. Didn't want to be called Flanigan or Moron Pants.

Well, that last one was made up, but it would still be annoying to have it as a name.

So thinking to himself, Coyle eventually decided that he wanted to name the child... Something.. Sweet!

She looked sweet, she probably tasted sweet. Why not give her a sweet, delicious, tasty name to go along with her?

"Lollipop! Coyle smiled. Or Fruit Rollup!"

He thought these were good names, but then again he could be mistaken. He wasn't too good with naming things...

" Ah... maybe you should name her?" he asked, smiling at Zuri. She seemed to know... what she was doing. More than he did .

In his infinite knowledge Coyle couldn't understand how to feed or name a baby. Something told him he'd need Zuri around a lot more than he intended.