Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make Me A Match

Briefly his own gaze returned to the cluster of trees and vines that formed the structure known as Grapevine Cathedral, wondering briefly how his cousin enjoyed having children. He was pleased that the Abraxas family was growing, which was the goal at the end of it all. They were put in this world for one purpose - to spread the word of their god, and growing their family was just another way to ensure that goal was achieved. "Not a problem," Typhon replied simply, understanding that Malleus often had matters to attend elsewhere. His attention was briefly stolen as one of his children began to squeal from somewhere in the mess of vines, though once it was evident it wasn't anything serious, he let out a low chuckle.

Kids indeed, he thought to himself, his attention snapping back to his nephew curiously. He couldn't help but feel his stomach sinking slightly at the vagueness in his words, though he struggled to maintain his relatively calm demeanor. He wanted to talk about the future, and Ashiel's vision. Though nervous, he was also quite curious about what the vision could mean, both for he and the rest of his family. He cleared his throat as well, pondering his words. "I definitely agree with that," Typhon responded easily, fully on-board with the concept that he too had a unique role to play in his family, despite not quite knowing what that was. Perhaps Malleus had an idea, or insight that he couldn't possibly have. "Tell me, Malleus - where do you think I fall in with this vision?" Though partially afraid he wouldn't like what his nephew had to say, he was eager to know what he thought.