I Love You, Flaws and All

Abyssal black eyes shone with fatherly love and pride for the violet girl his bulky ebony frame was wrapped protectively around, snuggling his daughter while she fiddled with whatever project she’d set her brilliant mind to this time. Alastor beamed, expression brightened with adoration while he watched her at work, relaxing and taking it easy while his body healed and recovered from the back to back violence he’d put it through the past few days. From his injuries from the deathmatch with Kefka to the bites he’d sustained from Manea and the wounds he’d taken at the raid, Alastor’s body had been through quite the rough experience lately. The slashes on his face that had been the most concerning were healing quickly, and though they would likely scar him permanently, he was just glad no one seemed put off by them. Saracyn had even shown fascination with his marrings, the boy lamenting his own lack of violent marks on his youthful form.

Some time passed, and then Alastor heard approaching paws and greeted Manea with an inviting smile. His wife had been so preoccupied in thought recently, and though she hadn’t shared her inner musings with him yet, Alastor just made himself present and supportive of whatever she needed from him. Long, silky tail beat against the ground in a gentle wag when she came up to the pair and nuzzled Avacyn’s head. They both adored their wonderful children and it showed in the way they virtually worshipped their little godlings.

Manea asked if she could speak with him and Alastor gave a simple nod, still measuring each step and response around her since she’d caught him in a rage state attempting to breed Relm. She’d been furious at him, despite him not having any control over his actions, and though they’d fucked out their rages and seemed fine now, Alastor still sensed a tension between them from that moment. So when she asked to speak to him, his mind immediately assumed the worst. Giving Avacyn a kiss on the forehead, the demon dire unwound himself from his daughter and rose, shaking the loose grass and leaves from his long coat and beginning to follow Manea wherever she led him. "Is this about Relm?" he asked bluntly once they were away from Avacyn’s juvenile ears. He was the type to prefer a bandaid ripped off than torturously removed.

"Alastor Mendacium"