Chapter 4: Chapter 4: Kidnap your mother! Part 2

Chapter 4: Kidnap your mother! Part 2

"Oh, look at them. They look at each other with such adoration," Martha said, as she stared at me and the demon lord.

"Why are you alive? I beheaded you," I snarl, as the man before me just smiles.

"I bet, we should leave them to their devices," Alberto says, and then moves to the other side of the bar. Martha fallows. Huh, are they hitting it off?

"Now, before you decide to cut me in half, know that it is all a big misunderstanding, Beth," the demon lord has the nerve to tell me. Hah, I knew that his act was just that. I mean, like hell, he didn't remember anything. "I was under a curse. The truth is, I am but a pride demon. The true demon lord died long before you arrived."

"Don't bullshit me!" I snarl, and a couple of people from the neighboring tables give me nasty glares. "I know for a fact that the demons obeyed you. You sent them on raids, and everything."

"Beth, listen to the boy," came a shout from Alberto. I snapped my mouth shut, and urged the demon lord into speaking.

"So, here is the deal. Now that my former body is dead, I am free of the curse. All I ask for, is a home. Beth, you are a hero. How do you think I felt, when my body was but a puppet for the demon lord's soul?" Well, that is a tough question. I sit by him, and wave Martha over.

"Please, give us something strong," I tell her, and she shakes her head.

"No way. You will just end up in a scuffle. I will give you some butter beer, and that is all," with that, she reaches under the counter, and gets out two bottles of the stuff. I grimace.

Sure, I can order her to give me some real beer, at the very least, but I am not that kind of girl. I take my butter beer, and move to sit next to Alberto.

"Well, you suffered at his hands too. What would you do?" For, this verdict was not mine to make, at least, not fully. Alberto suffered much longer under the demon lord than I.

"I say you let him be. Now, what do you think I should speak with Martha about? She mentioned she tends to the flowers in front of the inn by herself, but I don't know anything about flowers," Alberto tells me, more than a little embarrassed. I can tell, by the way, his cheeks color crimson.

"Well, ask her about her kids. You like kids, Alberto. I know you do. Don't forget, we traveled all over the land together," I tell him. As if summoned, the two toddlers come over. They stare at the black-haired dragon with big eyes. Martha finally leaves the demon lord, and comes over.

"What is it, munchkins? Do you want milk and cookies?" She said, in the most tender tone I have ever heard her use. Then again, by the way, Alberto looks ready to hug the two boys, I think that she has more than one reason, to be this kind.

"What are your names, children?" Alberto asked, as he stood up from the stool, and went to kneel before the boys.

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"My name is Erin," the blonde boy says, and then turned his eyes towards his brother. "And this is Arin. We are twins!"

Arin waved shyly at Alberto, and then hid behind his much bubblier brother.

"Well, my name is Alberto. Tell me, children, do you think I will make for a good father?" I glance at Martha, and see that she is blushing, and covering her mouth. I smile, and kneel next to Alberto.

"Well, just what did Martha tell you, for you to say such a thing to her children?" I asked him.

"That she wasn't concerned about the fact that I can't have children. I guess, this is what I have been waiting to hear all my life," Alberto then hugs the two toddlers. I can see that Arin and Erin are clutching at him. Then, the blonde boy pats Alberto on the back three times.

"But you have to take mommy on many dates," he says, with more wisdom than a five-year-old should possess. "And if you can't make her happy, at least don't hurt her heart. Then, I won't be your friend."

  I stood then, and looked into Martha's eyes. She was still pretty, despite her age. Even the silver in her hair made her elegant. I hear footsteps, and see the demon lord behind me.

"Huh, a dragon picks a maid, and not a princess. I guess, everything is possible," he told me, loud enough, so only I can hear.

"And I guess, even a demon lord can change, once he gets a grip on his mind," I whispered to him. He looks at me with a tender look, then.

"I guess I have to thank you. If it wasn't for you, I would still be a puppet," he told me, and then kneels before me. "I know I am a demon, but I offer my services, as your sworn shield. No one will darken your rule, as long as I live."

"I'd rather watch you closely, until a time when I can trust you," I tell him, but I am blushing. What can I say? If he wasn't evil back when I fought him, I would probably have a crush on him. Now, that he seems to be sane, a girl can wonder.

The two of us, Asmodeos and I, walk out of the inn, and leave Alberto to get to know the two boys and their mother.

Months later, when I stand by Asmodeos, as we wait for Martha to enter the temple, I can't help but place a hand on my bulging stomach. Asmodeos smiles, and places a hand over mine.

The ceremony is everything I would want for my own. But not before the baby gets born. I will not wear a sack on my wedding day!  

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