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Simply Options
Title: Simply Options
Summary: So an angel, a demon, and a duck walk into a bar...
Rating: PG
Warnings: minor cursing
Update: 1/?
Other: for PWKM, promt was "Matt/Dahlia. Hey, they WERE in jail for a little while, right? Or maybe some cracked-out AU where they're the parents of the antichrist or something.I'm pretty open to anything really."

In the beginning, there was the world. The world was perfect and pure, a land unblemished where lion layed with lamb and there was no disease or death. All was calm, all was peaceful.

In other words, boring.


On the sixteenth Monday, some creatures decided it was time to change that. All they managed was to make the first beer, which lead to the first hangover and night that Shall Not Be Talked of. But it gave Him ideas, as he wasn't all that sure about the humans now.*

So the following Sunday, He made the second race. This ended up not being a good idea, besides for towards the end. But that doesn't concern us, what we need is to get to the story's true beginning.




Thirty Years Ago

She was a woman of small build. Petite hips and hands, the only thing that was not small was her breasts. She always wore clothes that lay low, material slipping just below the part where curves started to form into perky mounds. Her skin was pale, unmarred as if she had not worked a day in her life.

And she hadn't, her looks did everything for her. Even among her kind, which always tried so hard to cultivate beauty for their tasks and goals, she was a shining jewel. Which is why the rumors hit so hard. They were true, of course. A bit exaggerated here and there, but at the core all true. She had dared to claim a mate among the old ones, those that despised them for their power and longevity, and all the ways they were superior. The old ones even called them demons, a challenge they soon rose to. They were demons now, and though fewer in numbers then the old ones they would take the place as ruler of the planet.

It was fitting, she'd spent all of her life making human men lust after her only to destroy them, that now one of them held her heart. But she trusted, despite how stupid she knew that was. She carried his child, and was sure that they would spend many long years together. She didn't care that she was cast out by her people for the union, he was all she needed.

And of course, you can tell where this is headed.



Dahlia had both an easier and harder time fitting in then her sister. They boys always liked her better, as the charms of a shy girl only lasted so long. One who was of stronger will, and more open; well, that was a horse of a different color. She was always in control, she always set the pace, but she made them not care. That meant the former girlfriends or the hopefuls were always hating her for stringing men along, but those men were just tools to her. If others wanted them so much, they needed to fight harder. (She was not her sister, who tried so hard to make everyone happy that she made herself miserable) She didn't know what her mother thought, but then she didn't care what her mother thought. Iris had been so shocked to learn they weren't even related to the Fey family in any shape or form, but Dahlia had always had her thoughts.

Morgan wouldn't tell them of their birth mother yet, but she also didn't care about that. The woman wasn't in her life, so she didn't have to be dealt with. Life went along until she was sixteen. It was at this point she first met Matt.



Eleven Years Ago

A demon, a angel, and a duck walked into a bar. Said demon was holding said duck, the angel by now used to the pet; The duck acted a great deal more like a cat, and the young demon had given it the nickname of Neko-chan. Their orders of gin, milk, and grape juice were placed and they finally got to talking. "So, ya said bout hearin something?" The angel took a sip from his glass, only flinching slightly as the alcohol burned his throat.

"Takita, you aren't being a very good boy with drinks like that." She pouted, looking like someone had killed her puppy and god, he knew there was a reason he avoided her. He had to look away as he answered.

"Name's Wocky, and demon shouldn't give rat's ass bout stuff like that."

"And a angel shouldn't curse! My, it's a wonder you have yet to fall Wockykins." That was a record, the nickname in less then a minute. He hated her, he hated her, he was not blushing no way- "But yes, I guess I did hear something. Just a little something Daddy mentioned..."

"Well?" Didn't comment about the fact her 'dad' had been dead for years, that she didn't really have a dad. Regina had been crazy for years, and he had sorta gotten used to dealing with it.

"Three months." She moved the milk, putting it on the floor where the duck quickly started drinking it. "They won't say who, but.."

He cursed, getting another pout from her but he ignored it this time. "But what? You do have a plan?" She just smiled.




Phoenix was not a very good demon, had never really been. But then he'd never really meant to be a demon per say, he'd just ended up sauntering vaguely downwards. Oh, he managed to do his job, but overall he found he liked people. It was a major failing in a demon.

He also was slightly unorthodox for the allies he made. He had friends among the humans, and of course there was The Agreement. His counterpart should be showing up soon, the dark haired demon was ready to move to the dinner. But they always met here, so he was stuck for now.

"Phoenix."

He jumped, the other behind without the demon noticing. He turned around to give the other a glare. Miles just rose an eyebrow, before turning towards the dinner and walking. "You have the address?"

He ran after the angel, catching up quickly enough. "Kinda. I managed to get myself on the shift to watch over while she's at the hospital."

"She?" Miles stopped at that, looking shocked for once. "But very clearly-"

"It's going to be a girl, and that'll be easier anyway. I'm not sure what we'll do after, it's not like we can kill her."

"No, plan B will have to do. You are ready on your end?"

"As I'm going to be. I remember, you snore like a log." Miles didn't bother replying. Two weeks to go, and still a mountain of work to do....



It was a very nice Sunday morning, the birds were just singing their first songs. Somewhere, a Mr. and Mrs. Engarde were welcoming their child into the world. This was a bad sign for many, but for the two young parents it was a precious morning. And with this simple yet hard act, the stage was set.

The end was neigh.


1 Eve was found with the monkeys, and Adam turned up around noon the next day smelling of fish and salsa. No one asked.