It was meant to be a simple contract. He shouldn't have gotten distracted, should have ignored the little squeaking and sniffling coming from inside the crate but Spite wouldn't stop scratching at his mind, hissing to do something. Now Lucanis had completed a contract with a baby he had found in a crate strapped to his chest and then fled back to the Dellamorte manor to wait for his loving partner to return home.

Lucanis paced the old nursery that hadn't been used in ages, Spite babbling about the small child as if they'd keep it. He had had the staff clean it out for the little babe's sake so that he could rest them in the newly cleaned and fluffed crib while he stressed himself out over his split-second decision. What if someone had left the baby there as a temporary crib?

"No, it was too close to danger, no soft rags were laid underneath them. Hells, the lid was weighted shut with a heavy box. No one coming back would leave their child like that." Spite hissed, annoyed that Lucanis suggested such a thing.