A red bamf, mini Azazel, young man is rocking back and forth as he sits sideways in a bassinet, half-lotus, holding an egg large enough for two, smaller bamf babies, or maybe for a big person. He's a lanky, and fit little man of 2' 2" with a beautiful, Azazel-like face. His black hair's short, but sticking up reminiscent of a short-haired troll through it's majority. Save the bangs nearly touch the floor when he stands, and his bottom sides are Dutch braided back into a triple Dutch braid that's base is in the center of the back bottom. The back braid reaches nearly to the floor, then goes back up to it's base on the back of his head.
The bassinet is automatically rocking, by way of a mechanical motor.
He's wearing a pair of black, Angora wool, harem/belly dance pants that have cutouts from the hips to his ankle cinch-ins, with the cutouts forming seven diamonds, with embroidered trim, akin to it's embroidery on the ankle cinch-ins. Each connection between each two diamonds features a dahlia. The trim is gold, and red. His decorative belt is gold with red crystals, and has a harem skirt, or loincloth connected to it. The skirt is red with golden trim, and a golden long dragon through it's length. The front, and back of the skirt are identical. His pants, and skirt dip below his tail base in the back, rather than having a tail hole; and, the all around waist is comfortably low-cut, showing his six-pack. His top wears from his left shoulder down to his right waist, angled, and not covering the right shoulder. The sash-like top is golden ombre with sparkles about it. His red footwear's toed, footy leggings with golden no-slip style bottoms that give full foot and toe bottom coverage to give some foot protection.
The bassinet is a secured, tribal Moses basket on a golden rocking stand featuring Navajo diamonds, and mountain zigzags. The bassinet is black, red, and gold. There's a citrine tree of life dreamcatcher hanging above the bassinet with enough room between the two for a larger bamf to stand up without touching it.
Azazel enters the nursery, slamming the door noisily behind him, "They tried to trick me into thinking she's not a real devil with the second hologram!"
There are many more red bamfs of both genders in the nursery, tending to various bamf children, but they all look to Azazel.
Azazel stares at the egg, "Where did you get that? It's hatching."
The bamf holding it looks down, and his jaw drops at sight of the cracked open piece sitting on top of it, not yet moved out of the way.
Azazel walks over, and starts helping the contents of the egg to escape, breaking the shell out of the way with his hands.
It's twin bamfs with heads of black, and gold feathers reminiscent of tribal chief headdresses, that look to be mixed with roadrunner youkai. Their skin is a lighter dark, medium brown. And, their irises glow red. They've got six pairs of wings matching the feathers on their heads. One pair of large back wings, a small pair of head wings, and a small pair of heel wings.
Azazel stops the rocking, and places a twin roadrunner dragon on each side of their father, their heads by him to reach for feeding, "When did you make these?"
Their father: "I used an egg donor."
Azazel: "Their not yours?"
The bamf's brows furrow briefly before replying, "Of course, they're mine."
He presses a button on a remote control, starting the rocking again, then teleports away. "Bamf!" He grabs a couple of bottles from a mini fridge, then returns to his babies. "Bamf!" Wherein he starts to feed them the bottles.
Azazel sighs as though tired of something. "Her second hologram was her real looks, faking her as impersonating herself." He tosses the hologram pocket watch into a waste basket.
There's a knock on the door, "Azazel? Why are you in the nursery?" Mystique is as sparky sounding as usual.
Azazel gives Yari a look, as Yari looks to him from having been looking at his own baby in a bassinet he's sitting in.
Yari laughs as Azazel exits the room to Mystique.
Mystique: "Why'd you go to the nusery?"
Azazel: "Apparently, Stryker has used Stargazer in his breeding operations."
The belly-dance-dressed bamf father smiles for a moment, then starts singing You Are My Sunshine.
More bamf parents, and babysitters join the singing.
Post Time: Around 1:00 PM - 10/11/2021
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