Chapter Text
Chapter 1: Mother
The Angel of Time, Amon, stared at a newly born angel sitting on one of Mr. Fool’s black tentacle legs with a dumbfounded look.
Mr. Fool had created a new angel. This angel wasn’t like those who had to rise through the ranks to reach the ‘Angel Rank’ but was created to serve or stay next to the designated god who had birthed them.
Amon never thought that the Fool would create such an Angel when multiple angels are ready to comply with his orders and wishes. Did the Fool get tired of these old angels serving him and want to have a cute angel to serve him? Surely not; it is out of character for the Fool to do that.
But Mr. Fool is a fool for a reason; he can act out of character whenever he wants. But Amon has no say in this, whether the Fool wants to act or not. He shall not question him. It would be pointless anyway. The Fool would probably not answer him.
The angel on Mr. Fool’s lap blankly fluffed his unfamiliar wings up.
Kim Rok Soo, after reading the novel ‘Birth of a Hero,’ took a nap. And then he awoke to this place. He felt refreshed for the first time in a long while. His body felt cool and soft, in short, compliant. Firstly, he was shocked by his surroundings and undoubtedly relaxed after realizing his position.
But it was still hard to accept; he was now an angel! And not a normal one after looking around and noticing those shocked and silent stares that bored holes into his body. He doesn’t seem harmless, does he? Kim Rok Soo thought he saw his body was small and frail, but it is flexible. His wings look like those of a harpy eagle or a crow. He wasn’t sure how wide his wings were, but they were exceptionally tall and wide, even though they were folded back, and he noticed a big black halo big enough to encircle him and his wings. The halo's circle was followed by several diamond-like symbols that decreased in length from longest to shortest.
It was beautiful. Kim Rok Soo was so focused on his appearance that he only noticed a gorgeous- looking man was looking at him with a gentle gaze, like how a mother smiles after seeing her child being brought back to her after hours of labor.
‘W, who is this...’
Kim Rok Soo felt like his breath was taken away by the beauty of his mother. He suspected that this guy was surely his mother. Many angels like him surrounded the bed that he and his mother were occupying.
But yeah, those are indeed angels. But all of them look so different. One has long flowing silver hair, and a snake that symbolizes infinity was the shape of his halo, plus he had 6 white wings; they were as white as ducks, and he is dressed like how you’d see a humble dress wearer. And another also had long, flowy hair, but it was crimson red and had blood-red ends. This angel didn’t have a halo on him, but he had big black wings behind him that were folded comfortably.
And another angel caught Kim Rok Soo’s attention. This angel was looking at him strangely as if he had just ruined his life. Amon wore a different style from his usual wardrobe. The Angel of Time wore long black robes, and his wings were slightly open; they weren’t as wide as the Red Angel's, even though his wings were folded.
Kim Rok Soo took note of the 3 angels’ appearances before turning back to face his mother again. His mother had a gentle expression on his face, as if he waited for Kim Rok Soo to look at the most adjacent angels beside him.
The Fool was amused at his son’s reaction and smiled gently once more; some of his black hair fell to the side of his face. Kim Rok Soo lightly gasped at his mother’s beauty and raised his hand to fix his mother’s hair to his side.
Klein let Kim Rok Soo fix his hair and lightly nuzzled his face to the child’s hand. Kim Rok Soo’s hand was smooth and slightly cold, but Klein didn’t point it out; he only closed his eyes and rested his head lightly on Kim Rok Soo’s small hand.
Kim Rok Soo subconsciously smiled and adjusted his position to reach more of his mother. His mother wore a white flowy dress, and there was a two-toned veil on his head instead of a halo. The inside of the veil was deep yellow, while the outside was void black.
Speaking of void black, Kim Rok Soo noticed he was comfortably sitting on tentacles instead of his mother’s legs. He had thought the tentacles would be slimy if he moved much, but no, the tentacles were smooth and, to be honest, comfortable.
One of the tentacles was wrapped around his waist to avoid falling. Kim Rok Soo felt a wave of comfort surge over him. Is this what a mother’s comfort feels like? Kim Rok Soo smiled and pulled his hand away from his mother’s face and leaned forward to hug his mother, unknowingly that his former fluffed wings had flattened and now looked like soft feathers of a carefully preened bird.
Klein accepted his son’s hug and tightened the tentacle that hugged his son’s body.
Ouroboros, the Angel of Fate, looked on in silence. He knows how mortal mothers protect their children, but he didn’t know this would also affect Mr. Fool. It was amusing in the end. Does childbirth hurt that badly?
Ouroboros didn’t want to know. Mr.
Medici turned his gaze to Amon, then to Klein, then to the child itself. Mr. Fool hadn’t even given this child a name yet! But the Fool didn’t care.
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The next day, when the mother-son duo was alone in the bedroom, Kim Rok Soo was tangled in his mother’s tentacles. The little angel couldn’t help but fall in love with them. They were just…so comforting and nice.
And Klein was only there, leaning on the headboard, preening his son’s white wings that had been matted from his reckless playing with his tentacles. Klein wasn’t mad; instead, he was happy that he easily bonded with Kim Rok Soo, and Kim Rok Soo liked him. The God lightly touched Kim Rok Soo’s halo, which was on top of the angel. It looked very beautiful, but Klein was used to this sight, not Kim Rok Soo.
Every time the younger angel looks up or turns in each direction, the halo always follows his head if he is lying down. The halo immediately adjusts and goes in front of him. It took Kim Rok Soo a few hours to get used to this part of his body, but he got over it.
Kim Rok Soo felt the light touch and looked up to his mother with a confused gaze. His long black hair was messily scattered around Klein’s tentacles.
“Do you have a name? Or shall I bestow a name upon you? ”
Klein softly asked. The young angel, Kim Rok Soo, sat up and shook his head.
"...Kim... Soo..."
Gosh, his throat felt dry. How many days has it been since he last spoke?
“Kimsoo? Do you want that to be your name? ”
Klein asked the angel with a soft smile. His son already thought of a name? How cute! He didn’t have to worry about bestowing his child a name when his angel had already named himself. Hah, he saved himself from the brain-blowing of choosing names for his son.
Kim Rok Soo, now Kimsoo, nodded his head. The diamonds create soft, echoing sounds of relief and comfort. Kimsoo thought that his halo created soft sounds of his emotions. Which is indeed true.
Klein patted the resting angel on him and slowly dozed off, which was soon followed by Kimsoo.
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Klein never thought that he'd create an angel for no reason. Well, there is a reason, but he considers it as a 'no reason.'
In the recent months of living alone in the Sefirah Castle, he felt like throwing up for absolutely no reason; his head felt like an egg that would easily crack at the slightest touch. Klein thought that he was probably only having a headache. Not a fucking fetus inside his 'unfertile' body. He never wanted to have a child because it would hold him back from his godly matters, plus having a child would mean he had to be present and take care of the child.
One might call Klein a bad parent, but he is anything but that. If he had a kid. He will take care of them, whether they are his or not. Why would he let an innocent life die? Did they do something bad? Klein had no choice but to take care of this little guy.
...
When Klein told the news to Arrodes. The mirror buzzed and vibrated to express her happiness. 'Great Master!!!! You have a child now! Don't worry, this servant will take care of the Great Master's baby!! Kyahh! '
Weird, but it's Arrodes, so Klein won't mention it. Arrodes is his source of information and time and one of the people who knows his birthday. He will never admit it to Arrodes, but he treats the mirror with a fondness like a family member, and the mirror knows it anyway.
Soon, it didn't even take long before the other Angels knew it. They greeted the Fool and gave him gifts for the baby and himself. Azik the Angel of Death. He was the one who gave Klein the most advice and stuff for his pregnancy. And Klein willingly accepted the advice and gifts. They talked with sweet tea in both of their hands.
Being pregnant doesn't mean no troubles will head your way. Like Amon. This goddamn menace is just here.
Klein furrowed his brows at the sight of a fat crow between his legs. The damn crow just looks so comfortable pressing its beak on his fucking crotch.
What the fuck?
"What the hell are you doing there?"
Amon didn't give a response to Klein's question; he only fixed his wings and pressed them closer to his fat crow body. Klein ignored the fact that Amon looked like a perfect stress ball that would create a loud squawk if he squeezed him with his blanket-covered legs.
"If you answer, I'll get you a pat."
...
"A kiss—"
"I am here to check up on you because you have never been this lazy, and I heard that you're pregnant. And I have researched that if a pregnant woman is pregnant, she needs to be with cute or soft animals because it reduces stress."
"Cheeky bastard."
"Where is my kiss, dear?"
Klein rolled his eyes at Amon, yet he still leaned forward and gave the fat crow a peck on the head. The fat crow let out a squawk of delight at Klein and wiggled his tail, and happily flapped his wings.
'Fucking bastard..'