Beelzebub Novels & Stories

They'd probably taken down a deer and were calling their buddies for supper. He looked at the baby again whose face was reddening in preparation to begin to howl himself. Leif picked up the child before he tried out his lungs and got him caught. He jiggled him awkwardly as he searched his mind for where he could hide him. Something wet dripped onto his tunic. Baby Brand was gnawing on a chubby fist and drool ran down his chin in copious amounts. Leif's lips curled up in disgust. Babies were disgusting creatures. He had no idea why people wanted them.