My Curse is Your Gift

Alastor's moment of self-declared victory was short-lived when his daughter insisted that the figure was still there. The smile slid from his face once more and he followed Avacyn's pointing paw back down to his own. To his shock and horror, there was the Firefly Guy, peering from around the massive onyx paw in the water as if he were looking at them through glass and not water. Furious black eyes locked with the emotionless glow of the robed creature, holding its stare while it gazed right at him. No... not at him. At Avacyn. Though the figure showed no emotion or reaction, Alastor could feel a shift in the air. A tension had settled over the lake, and the environment suddenly felt oppressive and intimidating. Alastor withdrew his paw from the water just as the fireflies began to move toward him and his daughter, the ones floating around her much more placid and seeming to try to lure the pup in with their pretty lights while the ones at his feet were buzzing frantically and furiously.

Okay, this bullshittery is over now, thought Alastor while he backed away from the water. His initial response was to growl and swat at the fireflies, but he recalled how poorly things had gone for him last time he'd fucked with the fireflies. Alastor was not going to let them get to his daughter though. Over his dead body! "You know what? How about we take the long way home tonight, my little firefly?" he suggested with a smile, just wanting to get Ava away from the lake and back home. "We can count the stars and see more fireflies on the way. How's that sound?" Turning from the lake, Alastor began a quick trot away from the lake, refusing to let his children experience what he had seen. The firefly freak had given him his two beautiful children—he would burn hells and tear down heavens before he let that abomination come anywhere near his family.


"Alastor"