BXBX NOVEL Chapter 892 Act As The Father
Newest Chapter For Highest Tier (May 2022)
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The Archdemon of Sloth
Prince Sloth from the Seventh Circle of Hell
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Sloth tried to fix his gaze on the emerald floor as he put the smoking cauldron down next to the old woman, who was busy combing her wild-grey hair with her fingers and gathering them up into a ponytail.
Consequently, the old woman picked up a small cloth from the Empress\' bed, soaked it in hot water inside the vessel where all her birthing tools were submerged, and then wrung it out.
He watched the droplets of water trickle past her slightly red, wrinkled fingers.
She moved the blankets covering Lune\'s body even lower, cleansing her large abdomen and thighs, and Sloth didn\'t even want to mention it by delicately scrubbing it against her pale, dry skin.
Next, she lathered her hands with a different oil she got from the drawer that looked like a clear, odorless gel, making her inner thighs and groin smooth and slippery—-
Clearing his throat, Sloth looked away from her opening and closed his eyes in shame.
Why was he even watching this again when he wasn\'t supposed to?
Was he interested in becoming a birth attendant?
\'Just don\'t look at your sister-in-law and focus on what the birth attendant was doing just in case she hurt Lune.\' Sloth instructed himself before opening his eyes again.
After setting a couple of things up, the old woman positioned Lune on her back so that she would face the ceiling.
The birth attendant started caressing Lune\'s stomach, and Sloth asked about its purpose with suspicion.
She replied that her touch might help calm the babies during these false labor pains and turn them back into the correct positions.
\' Hmm.\' Sloth nodded his head as he listened attentively. \'So these women could check the babies\' placements just by feeling around the Empress\' stomach.
She also elaborated that they just wanted to move around the womb, fighting for space, especially if the babies were twins.
"But that didn\'t mean they were ready to see the world yet." She added.
Sloth gestured at the boulder in Lune\'s stomach in utter disbelief, "So these spoiled brats do these things to make her suffer?"
Ultimately, his Mistress\' suffering would extend to him since she liked to use her Archdemon Familiar as a punching bag?
He massaged his temples immediately when he felt them throb from the stress.
Childbirth is too complicated.
"Would you like to give it a try?\' The old woman suggested. "I think you would do well--"
"—since I look bored and you seemed tired to continue the job, huh?" He paused to glare at her.
For an old Fae, this one seemed to have a cheeky grin.
The fire within her soul burned so brightly.
"It will be a great experience. The babies\' father is truly missing out."
He raised a hand, his open palm facing her. "No, thank you."
The birth attendant gave him a half-shrug, and he dropped his hand to his side.
She proceeded to drag a floral cushioned chair from the desk like a snail, placed it next to the unconscious Empress, and sat on it.
Envious, Sloth glanced around the emerald chamber and found no other seat he could use… except that.
Sloth scrutinized the old woman seated on the chair again with a pout.
It was good that the old woman felt comfortable while he stood there like a tree, rooted on his spot.
He was an Archdemon Prince who must demand respect from the low lives.
Sloth should have taken that seat beforehand while that woman was busy tending the Empress.
The more frustrated he thought about it, the more exhausted he became.
Sloth took off his cloak, spread it across the floor, and sat down—away from the emerald python, of course.
If it were there to protect males like him from Lune, it would be in everyone\'s best interest to remain.
Besides, he realized that sleeping on the floor with a python slithering was better than sleeping on a chair.
"I wonder when those two will come." He muttered to himself.
Sloth didn\'t want anything to do with this childbirth, but that was the least he could do as an uncle.
When he caught himself yawning, he decided that he should at least try before he fell asleep.
He sighed in resignation. "I think I want to try touching Lune\'s belly. If I encounter problems, it will be your fault and not mine."
After checking that the Empress\' lower belly was shielded from his straying gaze, he rose from the cold emerald floor.
He appeared next to the birth attendant as her bony fingers guided his left hand to rest lightly on her belly button.
Sloth\'s entire body tensed when the earthquake inside Lune\'s stomach began.
He wanted to remove his large hand as if Lune\'s skin had scorched her, but the birth attendant prevented him.
Baphomet\'s blood!
His head jolted to the old woman in panic. "The babies are back at it again."
Their mother would wake up in a few seconds and give his ears severe trauma from all that screaming.
Lune whimpered, wailed, and screeched as if she had been chained and whipped to death.
He withdrew his hand away from all that thrashing and squirming.
Yet, nobody in the birthing room had tortured her brutally.
Sloth and the birth attendant might as well have melted in the background.
"Should I tie her up?" He caught himself saying his thoughts out loud.
It wasn\'t like she would fall off the bed unless she rolled to the side like a ball.
The grandma became quiet suddenly, and Sloth thought this might be the calm before the storm.
"You should talk to the babies as the father." She whispered. "Perhaps, they will listen to you."
Sloth laughed nervously.
\'As if!\'
He could tell that Lune\'s daughters were as stubborn as their mother, even if they were still in the womb.
"Ch—children. Don\'t give your mother a hard time. Please stop."