the place below hell

The warmth of their palace made Hannibal feel something rather new. Never had he felt true love for the mother of his offspring. It added a new element to the entire process. He had always admired the strength a fae had to have to push out multiple pups and survive. But, the admiration he had for Deathbelle and her everlasting strength opened his eyes to what love could bring to a relationship. As he observed his three offspring he felt the same he had felt with his other children. It was the addition of his mater that made things feel right..

Hannibal rested behind Deathbelle with his belly to her back. He only desired to hold the woman and to offer his unyielding affection. Every now and again he'd nuzzle into her scruff. But, if she drifted off his attention would turn to the pups. Watching with complete joy glistening in his usually cold eyes. The small monochromatic bodies and their gentle mewls for attention.