A future so bright it's dazzling

Seemingly able to sense the shift in his emotional state and peer into his mind, Manea kissed him with a tender affection that Alastor was all too happy to give back to her. He also appreciated the quiet, affectionate moments they could have together. As much fun as he had with them fucking like animals and tearing the world apart piece by bloody piece, even demons needed to rest. It was these interludes that allowed him to truly appreciate what his life had become and what he had in it: Manea, his perfect soul mate, his children, their futures to look forward to... A year ago, Alastor had nothing but a hollow promise and a pretty face to chase aimlessly after. Now he stood on the precipice of fatherhood, a married man, looking forward with ambitions of leadership with his wife. Despite all the evil he had done in this world, fate still seemed kind enough to grant him blessings and luxuries like this. Perhaps Manea had been right all along... Perhaps there were Ancient souls that made him better than other wolves, and this was why his life was still working out.

A sudden force against his paw on her stomach made the brute blink in surprise, peering down at Manea's swollen belly with a look of shock on his expression. All this time, he hadn't felt the pups kick like this before, but now he could feel a flurry of movement from within Manea's womb! That wide smile returned to his face, little shocked, amazed chuckles coming from the brute while his tail beat the ground even faster. That had been one of his children! He stared at his and Manea's overlapping paws on her belly, a light misting coming to his eyes as the realization that he was going to be a father overwhelmed him again. "They're restless today! I think they're as eager to get out as we are to see them!" he said between light laughter. His paw rubbed over the one spot where he'd felt one of his children kicking incessantly, the fairly large pup within exceptionally active today. "Soon, my darling. So very soon."

A lingering dread that had plagued his mind as of late crept slowly towards his heart from his demented brain while he felt the squirming of little bodies below his paw. He had helped give life to these small beings. He was a part of them. He was not a normal or well-adjusted wolf. His upbringing and lifetime of torment had left him fractured in many places and the only reference he drew knowledge of fatherhood from he had buried alive beneath a ton of rock. The look of self-doubt darkened his misting eyes while he stared at where their pups lay within his mate, his smile falling from his face. "Manea... Am I going to be a good father?" The question held an uncharacteristic doubt to it, the brute slowly flexing his toes to tickle and trail his claws over Manea's skin and through her swirling purple fur. "You know what I had to learn from... What if... I can't be anything but that...? What if I'm just like him?" Until Manea had come into his life, the only fear Alastor felt in this world was becoming his father. Now he stood on the edge of the unknown, and what if his fate was unavoidable?


"Alastor"