Kilthalia
“Mom! I really appreciate this! Really!” he quickly said, embarrassed. “But Dad’s here! I’m not a baby anymore!” he whispered though clenched teeth.
“Sssshh. Let me take care of this cut, honey,” his mother consoled. “Drake, you’re getting me...upsettable.” she warned her husband that was snuggled up behind her.
“After you’re done, you coming back to bed, honey?” he said alluringly.
“Of course. Real soon.
“I’m sorry, Lucifer, you kinda interrupted something your father and I were doing,”
Lucifer looked over his mother’s shoulder to watch his father, clad in only his boxers, walk back to their room. “Ma! I’m thirty-five! I know what you were doing! You don’t have to be so secretive!”
“I can’t help it! You’re my baby boy!”
“Thanks Mom,”
“You’re welcome, sweety. So, how’d this happen?” she referred to the cut over his eye.
“Well,” he sighed. “ ‘Negaduck’ and I got in each other’s ways. He was pulling off a job at the new construction site. He was sabotaging the foundation and weakening some support beams. I was running through that same site, trying to elude Dipwing, after I robbed Dad’s favorite store,”
“The St. Canard Jewelry Emporium,”
“The same. I literally ran into my vexing little brother, right when he was using a slow corrosive acid. He spilled it when we collided. That stuff’s expensive! And from Iraq too! He got it so mad he picked up a 2x4 and used my head as the baseball.”
“Ooh! How horrible! He never ever liked you too!”
“Yeah, I know! But luckily I knew better and I tried, I tried to duck. He still managed to knick me.”
“But Darkwing was chasing you…”
“Yeah, Darkwing witnessed the whole thing... So when Anthony was done with me he went after Dipwing, whom, in turn, ran the other way, screaming.”
“Cool,” came a deep resonating voice.
“Hey Dad,” Lucifer turned back to his mother. “I swear, Anthony’s worse than Dad! No offence,” he assured him father, whom shrugged it off.
“He learned it from the best. But it’s terrible how you two fight more than you two do superheros. That’s going to be your downfall.” His father warned.
“How’s the knee, Dad?” Lucifer changed the subject.
“Achy, very sore…” he winced.
“Especially since you and Mom were...” he was cut off by a smack in the arm from his father. Lucifer chuckled.
“Nooo! Silly kid!” Drake mumbled to himself. “So,” he said suddenly. “Aren’t you supposed to be out there doing dastardly deeds?”
“Alright! I can take a hint!” Lucifer got up and put his mask back on. His mother cleared her throat. “You aren’t going anywhere without giving me something!”
Lucifer bent down and kissed his mother good-bye, straightened his posture and said his good-byes to his father and left.
When he got back home he was greeted by a stampede of little feet. Their smallands Hound, Beasley, got there first and toppled Lucifer to the floor, then the kids got to him.
“Hey guys!”
“Daddy!” came the chorus of the three children. Lucifer gave them hugs all around, then a pair of slender legs stood before the pile of people and pet. One of the leg’s feet was tapping, impatiently.
“And where have you been, Lucifer Rachester Hudigan?!” a stern feminine voice accused.
Lucifer looked up to see his wife holding a rolling pin. “Dear,” he exclaimed. “I was just at my parents! That’s all!”
“Oh Daddy, Daddy, can we go visit Granma n Granpa?!! Can we?? Can we??!!”
“Uh, not today, gang. They’re busy. But maybe I’ll call over tomorrow and see if it’s ok, ok?!”
“Yay!!” the kids cheered and ran off with their dog hot on their heels.
Lucifer got to his feet and walked over to his wife. “Kara,” He chuckled briefly, and before he could speak, his wife cut him off. “Why is it you always go home to them before you come home to me?! Why!?”
“Cause I want to see the two people who gave me life so I could be here with you! I think I’m entitled to that.”
“…But you always see them more than your own family,” she said, sadly.
“Oh, Honey! I’m so sorry you feel that way,” The tall super villain held his wife in his arms to comfort her.
Elsewhere in St. Canard, an enraged duck tears up a newspaper, then takes a solitary picture from the wreckage and pins it up to the wall. He proceeds in using it as a dartboard for his numerous deadly blades.
“I hate that S.O.B.!! He always gets the front page! He always gets all the attention!! Never me!! Don’t I work hard enough for the title of Number One?!!”
Nearby, a woman with her legs up is sitting on a couch. She casually says, “Why don’t ya just shoot ya older…” She was cut off when he turned around and slapped her hard across her face.
“If you ever dare to try and say something like that ever again, Trinity, god help you. You’ll wish you were never born!” he growled, angrily. The male duck dressed in a red turtleneck, a yellow double breasted jacket with black buttons, a black cape and a red, wide rimmed fedora stomped to the other side of the room with his arms raised. “At least ‘Dad’s’ out of the picture or I’d have to contend with the name as well!!” He cut his thought short and glared down at a snivelling little nine-year-old girl. He snapped at her abruptly, “Why don’t you go be useful for once and go play on the railroad tracks!!?”
The girl ran across his path to her mother, standing in the hall and clings to her and cries.
“ANTHONY!! How dare you!!”
The demonous duck says deeply, “Ah, K.C.” He clasps his hands behind his back. “Listen Killer, Lucifer’s being an S.O.B and taking all the credit I do! How else am I supposed to vent my anger?”
K.C. screeched at the menacing eyes behind the black mask, “I don’t care!! Just leave my baby girl alone!!” She looks down at the girl and assumingly walks her away, down the hall. “C’mon sweetie. Let’s get you away from mean ol’ Uncle Anthony,”
The girl sniffled, “ok,” When they disappeared into another room Anthony called down to the,, “Stop spoilin' her! Life’s not milk n’ cookies as you make it out to be!!”
K.C. came back a few minutes later, after quietly shutting the door to her daughter’s bedroom. “Anthony, I swear, if you ever act mean to her again, I’ll….”
“You’ll what?” he challenged.
“I’ll take Mary Lou and go home to Mom and Dad and never see you ever again!”
“Ooh! What a threat!” he mocked. “FINE! Go right ahead! I’ll just come after you…and Mary Lou…in your sleep!!”
K.C. gasped in horror as he sneered at her.
“Amazing,” Trinity broke the tension with her monotone voice. “He usually laughs after threatening people,” She turned to Anthony. “What’s the matter, Negaduck? Why ain’tcha laugin’ now?”
“She’s my little sister. And I’m closer to her than anyone.”
K.C. added, “Except that I’m also close with Lucifer!”
“What? You three related er sometin’?”
Anthony, aka, Negaduck warned, “You got a problem with that?”
Trinity quietly said, “No,”
An aging duck, dressed in a pink button down and green argyle vest rushed into the upstairs bathroom. “Morg, what happened??!” he demanded, urgently concerned.
“Kamendant had a run in with Negaduck,” she quietly said, distracted.
“The first one, I sincerely hope?”
“No,” she said gravely. “I’ve managed to stop the internal bleeding for now,” She got up and washed her hands.
“Darling, what happened?” He walked over to her and touched his wife’s face. She flinched with pain. He carefully turned her face ever so gently and discovered a black eye and a couple of scraped and bruises. “Oh Morg,” he breathed, concerned.
His wife broke down into tears and dropped to her knees to hug her husband’s waist, tightly. “Oh Drake! It was awful!” she bawled. “When he summoned me I got there just before the final blow, and then he came after me when I tried to stop him! It was horrible, Drake! You never could have lived through it!”
Drake held Morgana comfortingly. “You can’t prevent these things from happening, Morgana,”
She sniffled, “We should have gotten rid of the original for good when we had the chance!!”
“Now, now. Morgana, when I wanted to do just that you always wanted to give him another chance, as I had given you! He’s done just that, only…” he paused to redemise. “His son took over,” he finished, quietly and slowly. “Honey, I made you some tea. Just the way you like it! Lizard gizzard and all! MmmMmm!!”
She sniffled, wiped her eyes then got up. “Thank you dear,”
“Say, did you use any magic to help?”
“I’m no witch doctor, but I tried to speed up the healing process to save him,” A pause between them for a long moment. “I can’t do anything to help my own wounds, if that’s what you’re getting at,”
“No, no. Not at all, but, uh, there is something I can do to help,” He stood up on his tippy toes and kissed her face.
Morgana went downstairs for her tea and Drake stayed with his son. “Oh Kame, what a hard life we live,” He soothed out Kamendant’s feathers upon his head and cheeks. His son remained still. Tears came to Drake’s eyes and he put his own head to his son’s and cried.
“Drake, darling?” Morgana glided in. He looked up to see her, his bottom lip trembling. She got down on her knees and they held each other and cried.
“D, Dad?” a weak voice trembled in pain. Drake stopped his crying and looked over to see his son in the bathtub.
“Kame,” he brushed his son’s hair from his eyes.
The near identical, yet younger male duck tried to smile, but instead cringed in pain and grabbed at his side.
“Kame!” Drake cried, concerned.
Morgana got up and used her magic to see what was the matter. “It’s a broken rib. I can’t say I’m surprised,” he stopped concentrating and looked down at the two most important men in her life. “I’ll try and fix it, but my powers of healing are limited.”
“Heh, yeah. That’s my field!” Kamendant commented, quietly.