A/n - THE PEOPLE HAVE SPOKEN!!!

Trigger warning - GORE hehehe

A few months have passed since the last battle. Your stomach swells with Swiss's kit. The ministry has given time for him to take care of you and to recover from coming back to life. The pentagram on the back of your hand still remains, an omen to finish your end of the bargain, "Y/n, I really need your help." Swiss says, fidgeting with a string of his acoustic guitar. The church wanted to revive the ghost project with Terzo, so practices were going to start soon, "Here, let me see. Is it your E string again?" You ask moving to sit beside him on the bed, he hands you the instrument, "Yeah, I can't get the string around the peg again." Your hands were much smaller than his, so you quickly wind the string and tune it, handing it back to him, "Thank you, so, so much love." Swiss says, kissing your cheek.

You get off of the bed and walk back over to your vanity, hell bent on making this eyeliner even. Since the battle, you've become Sister's right hand man. It was an unexpected promotion, and one where your life would have definitely been put in danger without the kit growing inside of you. Kits were rare, a luxury to the clergy, and a Multi ghoul's kit was worth its weight in gold. Strong hands gently wrap around your stomach, "I'm so excited to be a parent with you, honey." Swiss coos into your ear. You cap the eye liner, content with how it looks. Swiss makes eye contact with you through the mirror, "How are you feeling today?" Your hand pets his hair, he purrs with pleasure. Your right hand rests on top of his that are around your body, the pentagram on full display, "Tired, but other than that fine. I have to go." Swiss places one last kiss on your neck, "Okay, but please. Please get me that key. If this plan is going to work we need it before you get any bigger. I hate that her death has to be at your hand."

A swell of heat radiates off his body, representing his anxiety and fear. You turn and face him, "The last thing I will do is endanger this kit. The last thing I'll do is endanger our family." You promise, staring into his golden eyes, your hands caressing his cheeks. You place a gentle kiss against his lips, he pulls you closer, desperate for you not to pull away, but you do, "I'll be back tonight by six. If it's even a minute later, you know what to do." He nods, kissing you one last time. You look into his eyes, not knowing if that would be the last time you see them, and leave.

Walking through the halls, seeing your friends made this church feel less like a curse, but the pentagram on your hand caused rumors, nasty rumors. Some say it stood for you betraying Satan, some say you promised to carry the son of Satan, some call you a whore, a slut, a terrible wife, and a monster. You shake them off the best you could, knowing that the only people that matter are Swiss and the kit.

Knocking on Imperator's door always makes your veins throb with adrenaline, just waiting for the time to strike, "Ah, Y/n come on in." She smiles, opening the door for you. You smile, but make it inside the room quickly, never letting your back to her, "So today, I need to run some errands and go into town. You are in charge of the office for the day." She puts on her coat, "I'll return by three." That was in only two hours, "See you then." She shuts the door, and leaves you alone.

You scan the room for any threats, danger, and any signs of spying, there was nothing. You act quickly, pulling the secret lever in the book shelf to open her private chambers. The key rests under the mattress, Nihil's side, the left side. You quickly run into the bedroom and take the key, "This is too easy" You smirk, pocketing the key. You quickly leave and lock the hidden door before sitting at the desk and going about your daily business.

The words on the paper blended together with the same boring tax withdrawals, mortgages, and finances. The door opening caused you to straighten your posture, it was just Sister, "Ah, Y/n how are those reports coming along?" She asks, closing the door, a brown bag in her hand, "They're going well, thank you Sister." You notice that she locked the door, you eye her suspiciously, feeling the dagger you have sheathed at your side, "Very well, although, Y/n I have noticed something strange recently." You start to stand from behind the desk, ready to fight, "Yes, Sister?" She looks at you, a new glimmer in her eye, "Can you hand me last week's report?" You slowly reach down and open the desk drawer, not breaking eye contact. You have to look away to grab the file, you hear a gun be drawn and loaded, "Y/n. Now I thought that bringing Swiss back would be a good thing. I didn't realize it would end with my own death."

You stand, a smile on your face as the gun stays aimed at your chest, "I would have never let that...filth...into my church if I could have stopped it. All because Aether couldn't follow directions." She takes a few more steps towards you, you lean on the desk. You tap your ring finger three times onto the wood, a signal Swiss and you made up. You added two quick taps, a sign to bring back up and you laughed, "Well Sister, what a shame, I was starting to like you." You stand up, and walk out from behind the desk, knowing that you could overpower the old woman easily, "Well, that's a shame, and you know what else is?" She asks as your chest presses against the barrel of the gun, knowing that Swiss and the others would be there soon, "What?" She didn't know that you wore a titanium chest plate daily, it wouldn't be enough to save you, but enough to not kill you instantly. Swiss knew to save the kit over you if something happened, "I think letting you suffer alone is more important." She lowers the gun to your stomach, you quickly push her arm back, the gun firing into the book shelf, forget the plan.

You draw your daggers and act quickly, stabbing her in the back, which should have been a fatal blow. Instead of hissing in pain or cowering to the floor, she laughs, "You think a small little knife wound would stop me child?" You wield your daggers, making sure to keep a defensive stance, you could not endanger your kit. You tap your ring on the hilt of your dagger, urgently trying to get Swiss to come, "It'll take a lot more than that." Sister pulls back the hammer of the gun and fires, you barely dodge the bullet, it hits the side of your ribs. You stumble, but seeing your blood gush from the wound only made you rage, "You tried to kill my kit. You bitch." You spit, pouncing on her, she falls to the floor, the gun sliding across the tile. Sister looks at you with wide, pleading eyes, you only laugh, "Hail Satan." You whisper.

You stab her, repeatedly. In the face, the chest, in the heart, and anywhere you could reach. Blood spatters onto you, onto the floor, onto the bookshelves. It was chaos. You didn't stop, you kept stabbing and stabbing, desperate to finally end her reign. You were blacked out in rage. You feel arms pick you off of Sister, you scream and kick, "I'LL HAVE YOUR FUCKING HEAD!" You threaten, but a comforting voice responds, "My love, I don't think you want mine." You stop thrashing.

You drop your daggers onto the floor, a mix of exhaustion and blood loss causing fatigue. Swiss's hand grazes the bullet wound, you wince and hiss in pain, "Satan, you got hurt?" He asks urgently, gently lowering both of you to the floor. Rain, Aether, and Sodo run into the room moments after, "Oh my Satan." Aether mumbles, seeing Sister's mauled body. He quickly tears down a curtain and covers her body with it. Rain and Sodo rush over to you, "What happened?" One of them asks, the blood loss disorienting your brain, "I-I had to." You groan out while Sodo applies pressure to the wound, Swiss holds you, similar to how you held him all those months ago.

Rain held your hand, watching as the pentagram brand faded to nothing, "Satan is pleased." Rain smiled, happy to know that the burden was done, "They're bleeding out, we have to move them to the infirmary now!" Sodo orders, "What do we tell them happened?" Aether asks, clearly stressed at the gore, "Smear my blood all over this place." You grunt, the shock and adrenaline wearing off, starting to enhance the pain, "We were attacked by a feral ghoul, smash the window, that's how he got out." You finish telling them the story with a scream as the pain grew and grew. Swiss hauled you into his arms, "DO IT!" He yelled at the three ghouls just staring in shock, they quickly moved.

Swiss sprinted down the corridors, your blood starting to stand himself and the floor, leaving a grim trail. You hold your hands against the wound, desperately trying to stop the bleeding. A painful cough causes blood to splatter onto Swiss's chest, "Shit. Shit. Shit. Y/n? Y/n stay with me, just a bit longer, please." He begs, starting to run even faster. A light headed feeling floods over your consciousness, "Swiss...." You whimper, starting to fade in and out of consciousness, "Y/n, I'm here. I'm here." He pants, opening the infirmary doors.

Nurses and siblings of sin flood to be by your side, they wheel over a bed, "Swiss, don't leave me." You mumble, weakly trying to hold onto his hand, "I won't. I'll be here the whole time." He promises, squeezing your hand. The nurses wheel you into a room, "Stay in the corner." One nurse commands Swiss. He kisses your hand, "I'll be right over here. It'll be okay." He promises, then steps aside.

The next few minutes were complete agony. Needles, IVs, and medicines were pumped into your body. The blood loss was great, your heart pounding, desperate to keep you alive. One nurse reached into the gunshot wound to try and find if the bullet was lodged, you screamed out in pain, Swiss had to ball his fists, his nails drawing blood, to contain himself from running over and pushing all of the nurses off of you.

He watched with so much anxiety as your eyes rolled back into your head, then shot open at every new poke and hand that touched you. One of the nurses spoke up, "They're pregnant with a kit. We can't give them that!" She removes the needle in one of the other nurses hands, "What CAN we give them then?" Swiss watches, his breath hitching, what did having his kit mean for your health?, "Just pain meds, we can't give anything more."

The nurses stepped back, checking the machines to ensure that you were stable, bandages, gauze, and stitches covering your abdomen, "Clean them up. They'll wake soon." Another nurse says. Swiss sighs in relief, but stiffens as the nurses remove all of your clothing, revealing more bruises and cuts.

They wiped the blood off using damp cloths and bandaged larger cuts after disinfecting them. After a few more minutes, they draped a hospital gown over you, leaving it untied, and backed away. The one nurse turned to Swiss whose tail was nervously tapping his leg, "They will be okay, the kit seems to be fine, but we need to run a few tests to guarantee it, however we have to wait until they've healed." Swiss nods understandingly, "Thank you, thank you so much." He says, his voice wavering with emotions. The nurse bowed her head, and left with the others.

Swiss pulled over a chair beside you, he started to cry while looking at your bandaged and bruised body, "This wasn't supposed to happen." He sobs while holding your hand, the pentagram brand now gone, faded back to normal skin, "I'm sorry, I didn't get there quick enough." He says louder through the waterfall of tears flooding out of his eyes. Swiss gently tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear, resting his hand on the side of your face. Your head leans towards his touch, "Y/n?" You groan, "Y/n open your eyes, my love please, please show me that you are okay." He begged, starting to stroke your cheek with his thumb. His fingers were callused because of his instruments, but his touch was always feather-like.

Your eyes flutter open, the lights blinding. You squeeze them shut and slowly open them, they finally adjust to the light. You turn your head into the hand on your cheek, knowing that it belonged to your husband, a small smile covers your face, "How are you feeling, honey?" Swiss asks softly, trying to keep himself calm knowing that the worst events are over, "I'm okay, is our kit okay?" You ask, his usually glowing eyes are dim, "We don't know yet, the nurses have to run some tests when you're stronger." You nod softly into his hand. You struggle to lift the hand intertwined with his, "Here." He says, holding your hand up so you can see the back of your hand. You smile and start to cry tears of joy seeing your normal hand, no brand, "We did it!" You laugh, Swiss laughs too, "I knew we would, I just wish you would have let me do the dirty work." He scolds slightly. You scoff, "Like hell! We knew who had to do it." You fire back, slightly offended that he challenged your skills. The heart monitor beeps loudly, Swiss flinches,

"I know, I know, I just love you so much that the thought of you being in danger terrifies me." He admits, a spark of life flashing in his eyes, "Swiss, I-" You have to find some way to comfort him, but he was right. You were in no shape to fight, hell it was lucky that Sister had shit aim, "I know what I did was dumb, but she pulled the gun out first, I had to react, she knew everything." His face pales, "She-She knew." His breathing starts to quicken, "Yes, she knew, I don't know how, but I had to defend myself. I tapped my ring." You finish with, trying to ease his fear and regret, "And it took me way too long to get to you." His hand leaves your face and wraps around the hand he is already holding. He holds your hand to his forehead as he bows his head, "I-I failed you, I should have been there faster, I-I just thought, I-" He starts to cry, hard, like you've never seen him cry before, it was starting to scare you, "Swiss, Swiss please, please I'm not that upset, you got to me in the end, you saved me in the end, I'm alive." You move to sit up, but wince and whimper at the pain, he quickly stops crying and helps you lean up against the pillows, "Thank you." You mumble, trying to recover from the wave of pain. He kisses your cheek, "You are too good for me, Y/n." You weekly turn your head, the pain meds starting to kick in, "No. You're too good..." You trail off, the exhaustion, pain meds, and the comfortable bed cause you to drift off into sleep.

A few more days pass, you slowly regain strength. You can sit up with much less pain, talk, feed yourself, breathe by yourself, and even stand. Although, you do rely on Swiss for that and he says he's not holding all of your body weight, but your feet never seem to touch the floor. A nurse enters the room, "Alright, Y/n. Now that you have mainly recovered, we would like to check on your kit." Your grip tightens on Swiss's hand, nervous for the tests and results, "I'm going to call in one of the witches to check on you later." You smile softly, "Thank you." She bows and leaves.

The smile instantly falls from your face, "Oh, Y/n, honey stop." Swiss coos, leaning over you to give you a gentle kiss, "Everything will be fine" He tries to comfort. You only look over at him with a doubtful look, "Swiss. Please, don't get my hopes up. I lost this kit and you on the same day. I can't either one of you again." Tears start to fill your eyes. You were certain that this kit was not gone, but remembering the loss, the grief you experienced was overwhelming and traumatic. Swiss gently laid beside you and held you to his chest, "I will never leave you again, and I know that this kit is still here, Y/n I know it." He kisses your forehead and cheeks, you wipe your tears, your hand trails down to your stomach, not as swollen as before, but still round, "I really, really want to be a family." You cry into Swiss's chest. He starts to cry too, "I want nothing more than that too, Y/n. But, I need YOU to have a family. I just need you, and we ARE family." You nod, understanding what he was saying, but the anxiety was eating you alive.

After a few more moments of silence, there was a knock at the door. Swiss kisses your cheek and gets out of the bed, moving quickly to open the door. An older lady with white hair, smooth white skin, and white eyes stood, "I'm here to see Y/n." She says, not moving her mouth. Swiss raises his eyebrow, a little ajar and uneasy, "Okay, come on in." He closes the door behind her.

You stiffen seeing the woman glide over to you, like she was floating instead of walking, "Y/n, I am Aradia, a high level witch at the Clergy." You smiled, her voice sounded soft, like a breeze, "Nice to meet you." You bow your head, not forgetting your manners. You couldn't tell, but you think you saw a twinge of a smile play on her face. She reached out a hand, and held it above your stomach, "This will not hurt child, only feel uncomfortable." You nod, sucking in a breath. Swiss sat on the other side of the bed, holding your hand in his, a look of determination and support in his golden eyes, "Don't be afraid, Y/n." He said, kissing the back of your hand. The witch watched.

You turn your head to face her, "I'm ready." The witch nods, her hand glows as it lowers onto your stomach, still covered by the hospital gown. Even with the fabric, it felt like ice, lava, needles, and silk all at the same time. You whimper at the sensation, Swiss squeezes your hand. You stare at the glowing ball of light, starting to breathe irregularly with fear and anxiety choking your lungs. Swiss noticed you beginning to panic, he took his left hand and placed it on your right cheek, forcing you to look at him, "Focus on me, love, it'll be over soon. It'll all be okay." His charming smile couldn't cover the bit of fear in his eyes, but you tried to ignore that fact. Her hand touches your sides, your lower stomach, and right under your chest. Although it was only a few minutes, it felt like hours. You were sweating, shivering, crying and laughing.

Swiss moved to hold you, forcing you to look at him, covering what the Witch was doing with his body, "You're doing so, so amazing Y/n. You are so beautiful." He kept repeating as you let out another whimper. The witch removed her hand, you moaned in relief.

Swiss let you go, still holding your hand as you breathed heavily, your head resting against the pillows, eyes closed, "The kit is healthy, strong, and multi, just like its father." The witch announced. Swiss smiled and started laughing, "Did you hear that, Y/n?" He laughs, "It's like me! It's healthy!" You weakly smile and open your eyes, "We're going to be a family?" When the realization hit you after a second, you sprung up, "We're going to be a family!" You reach for Swiss, he hugs you, kisses you, and whispers praises through his happy tears.

You look at the witch, watching, observing, she knew what you had to do for this kit, "Thank you. Thank you so much." You say over Swiss's shoulder, the witch simply nods, then vanishes.

You kiss Swiss's neck and whisper into his ear, "I told you I would protect both of you." He leans back and looks into your eyes, "I didn't doubt you for a second." You laugh, he does too, "I know that was a lie." You roll your eyes, "Maybe it was, but my fears are valid." He argues back. He kisses you passionately, overwhelmed with happiness, joy, and love. Satan's deal has been completed, Swiss and your kit were alive, and Sister Imperator was dead. It was a good deal.