What if part 6
Damien's ninth birthday was coming up and Crowley wasn't entirely sure what to get him. He had a vague idea of what the boy was into. He knew that he wanted the latest video game console. That was already in the works but it was a co present from him and Aziraphale. He wanted to get him something that was just from him. Rather than trying to guess and most likely getting it wrong, Crowley decided on the direct approach.
"So, Damien. Your birthday is coming up. Is there anything in particular you're hoping to get?" Crowley said as he served breakfast. They made it a habit to eat breakfast together every day.
"Subtle, dad." Damien said with a chuckle.
"I could always go with another jumper...." Crowley smirked and Damien groaned.
"No, definitely not." Damien thought about it a minute as he looked at his breakfast. "There is one thing I want but I'm not really sure if I can have it."
"I've told you from the time you were old enough to understand the concept that there is nothing in this world I wouldn't get for you." He went over and kissed the top of Damien's head. "Just tell me what it is and I will do everything in my power to get it."
"Well." Damien sighed heavily. "I want to know about my parents."
"I've already told you everything there is to tell you about me." Crowley said with a smile.
"You know what I mean." Damien sighed again. Crowley nodded and sighed as well. He'd been honest with Damien about being adopted rather than being Crowley's actual child. Especially when Damien asked why he didn't have eyes like Crowley's.
"I know, son. I don't know a whole lot. I only know that they gave you up because they couldn't properly care for you. They wanted you to have a better life than they could provide." He reached over and took Damien's hand. How do you tell a child that their father is Satan without it causing some issues?
"Is there any way you can find out?" Damien looked up at Crowley this time with his puppy dog eyes. Crowley made a face and then laughed softly.
"You know I can't resist that face." He grabbed Damien's chin and then kissed him on the forehead. "I'll do what I can but I can't make any promises, okay?"
"Okay. You'll try. That's good enough." Damien smiled brightly and then started on his breakfast. Crowley ruffled the boy's hair before getting his own food and sitting down to join him before he had to go off to school.
"What are you going to do?" Aziraphale asked before sipping his tea. He'd made it a twice weekly routine to visit and check up on the boy. He was extremely amazed that Crowley hadn't been found out by Hell after all this time.
"I have no idea." Crowley sighed. "I don't want to lie to him but I don't want him to fall apart. I mean the whole point is to raise him to be normal. How can he be normal if he knows the truth about who his father is?"
"You're in a very difficult predicament, that's for certain." Aziraphale stared at his tea thoughtfully. "I think you need to be completely honest with him. Lying to him will just haunt you in the end. Especially if things get started that you're trying to avoid in the first place."
"You want me to tell an eight year old boy that I have no idea who his mother is but his father is Satan himself." Crowley said rather than asked. He nodded and then sipped his own tea. "Right. That's going to go over very well." He rolled his eyes.
"You don't have any other choice. He's going to find out in two years anyway. If you lie to him now but have to tell him the truth later, it's going to be very, very bad for....well....everyone." Aziraphale shook his head. That was definitely a good way to end the world.
"You're right, you're right." Crowley sighed again. He'd been doing that a lot the last few hours. After a moment he let out a little growl through clenched teeth and then downed the rest of his tea. "I'll have to tell him. And hope that he doesn't hate me."
"You're the one that's taken care of him." Aziraphale smiled. "You're the one that's loved him unconditionally. I doubt he could ever hate you." He finished his tea. Crowley just nodded and wrinkled his nose for a second. He was starting to get this cold pit deep down inside that told him it wasn't going to go well at all.
"So, Damien. Your birthday is coming up. Is there anything in particular you're hoping to get?" Crowley said as he served breakfast. They made it a habit to eat breakfast together every day.
"Subtle, dad." Damien said with a chuckle.
"I could always go with another jumper...." Crowley smirked and Damien groaned.
"No, definitely not." Damien thought about it a minute as he looked at his breakfast. "There is one thing I want but I'm not really sure if I can have it."
"I've told you from the time you were old enough to understand the concept that there is nothing in this world I wouldn't get for you." He went over and kissed the top of Damien's head. "Just tell me what it is and I will do everything in my power to get it."
"Well." Damien sighed heavily. "I want to know about my parents."
"I've already told you everything there is to tell you about me." Crowley said with a smile.
"You know what I mean." Damien sighed again. Crowley nodded and sighed as well. He'd been honest with Damien about being adopted rather than being Crowley's actual child. Especially when Damien asked why he didn't have eyes like Crowley's.
"I know, son. I don't know a whole lot. I only know that they gave you up because they couldn't properly care for you. They wanted you to have a better life than they could provide." He reached over and took Damien's hand. How do you tell a child that their father is Satan without it causing some issues?
"Is there any way you can find out?" Damien looked up at Crowley this time with his puppy dog eyes. Crowley made a face and then laughed softly.
"You know I can't resist that face." He grabbed Damien's chin and then kissed him on the forehead. "I'll do what I can but I can't make any promises, okay?"
"Okay. You'll try. That's good enough." Damien smiled brightly and then started on his breakfast. Crowley ruffled the boy's hair before getting his own food and sitting down to join him before he had to go off to school.
"What are you going to do?" Aziraphale asked before sipping his tea. He'd made it a twice weekly routine to visit and check up on the boy. He was extremely amazed that Crowley hadn't been found out by Hell after all this time.
"I have no idea." Crowley sighed. "I don't want to lie to him but I don't want him to fall apart. I mean the whole point is to raise him to be normal. How can he be normal if he knows the truth about who his father is?"
"You're in a very difficult predicament, that's for certain." Aziraphale stared at his tea thoughtfully. "I think you need to be completely honest with him. Lying to him will just haunt you in the end. Especially if things get started that you're trying to avoid in the first place."
"You want me to tell an eight year old boy that I have no idea who his mother is but his father is Satan himself." Crowley said rather than asked. He nodded and then sipped his own tea. "Right. That's going to go over very well." He rolled his eyes.
"You don't have any other choice. He's going to find out in two years anyway. If you lie to him now but have to tell him the truth later, it's going to be very, very bad for....well....everyone." Aziraphale shook his head. That was definitely a good way to end the world.
"You're right, you're right." Crowley sighed again. He'd been doing that a lot the last few hours. After a moment he let out a little growl through clenched teeth and then downed the rest of his tea. "I'll have to tell him. And hope that he doesn't hate me."
"You're the one that's taken care of him." Aziraphale smiled. "You're the one that's loved him unconditionally. I doubt he could ever hate you." He finished his tea. Crowley just nodded and wrinkled his nose for a second. He was starting to get this cold pit deep down inside that told him it wasn't going to go well at all.
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