Gadil admitted it: the camp was rather flimsy. He and Pious had formed it out of their left over robes to form a blanket bed and a covering. They’d use their arms for pillows when the night came.

Gadil stroked the fire, eyes to the sky and nose alert. The demon was still surprised that he was still alive. Pious could have killed him rather easily in the broken, weak state he was in, having his powers sucked dry out of him after all that time in the prison of the Angelic Capital. Most other demons would do that. But Pious wasn’t most demons. Gadil honestly thought that Pious was some kind of half-breed from the kind way he was acting. And something else—what did Pious do to end up in the most secure prison on the _planet_.

He didn’t feel like gathering answers at the moment, and he couldn’t really anyway.

Pious was too busy fussing over the random baby he found while they were dashing from security.

“My wittle angel baby,” Pious cooed, tickling the tip of the tiny cherub’s nose, “Don’t cry, we’ll find you something to eat.”

The baby screeched even louder than before, its face ugly and red. Gadil felt like killing himself, but he had made it this far and couldn’t stay alive with Pious.

Pious glanced up to Gadil, concern in his eyes. “Gadil, do you know what he would like?”

Gadil shrugged. “I dunno, holy water?”

Pious narrowed his eyes at that comment before turning back to his baby, who’s cries were getting louder. “Shh, shh.”

At this rate they were sure to be caught. Gadil shrugged then stood up, groaning when he heard something pop into place. “Give it some milk.”

Pious blink, bobbing the baby up and down in his arms. “That’s a great idea, Gadil!”

They stared at each other for a while, the baby’s cries feeling the silence.

“Why are you—“

“Can you go get the milk, Gadil?”

Gadil growled. “No, NO! I am not doing it, it was a suggestion!”

Pious barely blinked. “Do you want to hold her?”

***

“I got meat and milk from the cow, though I don’t think the milk will be that clean,” Gadil grumbled, sitting down by the fire to cook his meal, “Where’d you get that bottle anyway?”

Pious ignored him and gave the bottle to the baby. The baby gulped it down quickly—and was finally QUIET. “Good baby,” Pious cooed, “Happy baby.”

Gadil sighed and laid in their make shift bed, Pious siting and holding the baby beside him.

“Tell me when the meats done, will you?” Gadil mumbled, eyes drooping.

“Sure,” he heard Pious say softly.

***

Gadil woke up on Pious’ back with a very, very hungry stomach.

“Fuck,” he muttered, “What happened.”

“They took my baby…They took my baby…”

“Uhh, Pious?”

He heard Pious sniffle. Crap? Was the male crying over the angel thing?

Pious laughed high laugh. “Now we’re going to go to them like they want,” he said, turning his head to face Gadil with crazed eyes, “Aren’t we, Gadil?”

Gadil really had not choice. He was weak and wanted to eat. And if Pious would cook something... “Yeah, I guess so.”

Pious blinked at his reaction and smiled. “I knew I loved you for some reason.”

“Excuse me?”

Then Pious started to pick up the pace. “We need to hurry,” he jumped over a branch, jostling Gadil, “Sorry about that. They are expecting us before nightfall.”

“Who are they exactly?” Gadil asked.

Pious was quiet for a second, then said. “Bloodwalkers.”

“Oh _fuck_,” Gadil sighed, “Will you make me beef after this for dinner if I kill 75 percent of them?”

The other male laughed, this time more joyfully. “Of course, but if _I _kill 75 percent, _you _have to make me and the baby food.”

Gadil groaned. “If we _do_ get the baby,” he muttered glumly.

“We _will_ get the baby, Gadil, don’t worry.” Pious whispered.

“I’m _not_.”

“You should be…”

***

_…It’s ours._

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[This was just for fun, but if you’ve made it this far and want to know what the two demons look like…well here you go—

Gadil— Thin, coal skin and gold eyes, bald.

Pious— Think of WWE stars, red eyes, grey skin, and bald. (All prisoners had their hair cut because we want no lice!!!!!)

Thanks for reading!]