The Catalyst

This was not a world she wanted to live in, but it was better than what she had before. Really, she could have had everything. But she was selfish, and in some ways she was sick. It was maybe not unreasonable what she truly wanted with Alastor. But it was unrealistic given the circumstances. If she wasn't the way she was she could have been his second, at heart she just couldn't let that desire go. This is what she would have always wanted more.

Four young children, all riddled with pink and red or solely each from their mother and father. Two boys and two girls but this dream afterlife wouldn't have them aged at their death or older than each other. Just that they existed. Relm didn't think of herself as much of a mother, but in whatever eternity this was it was the closest she was to Alastor. She looked the part. She could love the real illusions as much as she loved him. A gentle brush over their heads and a smile on her face as they came and rubbed up against her legs and chest, and back to their young pup playing. She could forget what she was missing on earth.

"Relm"