Malachi woke up later than the others.
His eyes only fluttered open around 6 a.m., when light was beginning to peek over the horizon.
Malachi was quite surprised by the fact that he didn't end up in hell when he woke up.
Lucifer had claimed that every time he went to sleep, he would wake up in hell. But maybe it was a once-a-night kind of thing.
'How generous of you not to overwork me...' Mal rolled his eyes.
Malachi gently sat up without waking Joanne.
He wrapped her in a blanket twice over to ensure she was fully comfortable and wouldn't easily wake.
Leaning forward, Malachi started to stand up when he felt his foot land on something soft and spongy.
Once he looked down, he was surprised to find Camille sprawled out on the floor like a starfish with a pot belly like she'd just eaten an entire Christmas ham.
Her condition was shared by the three other children lying on the floor with her.
