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Alastor woke to the muffled noise of his two children arguing in the kitchen through their hotel room's paper thin wall.
It wasn’t surprising at all to say the least… Andre, his eighteen year old son, and Shirley, his fourteen year old daughter were polar opposites.
More so solar opposites.
“Oh my fucking satan… what the hell are those two bitching about this time?” Husk grumbled, his eyes still squeezed shut in an attempt of more sleep.
“I frankly haven't a clue, dearest.” The host sighed. “Though I'm afraid we should stop whatever their bickering is about early on… meaning we must leave bed.”
The cat groaned, rubbing his eyes and sitting up.
“For fucks sake- this better be important or I'm rioting.”
“Riot all you'd like love, that wouldn't stop our duties as parents.” Alastor chuckled, standing and pulling on his robe.
“I'll damn well try.” he snorted in return, leaving their bed and tugging on his overalls.
The husband's trudged out to their Kitchen, walking in on the two hellborns fighting fervently.
Husk whistled, catching their attention.
“ALRIGHT, break it up, break it up- why the hell are you two arguing this fucking early??”
Andre huffed, crossing his arms and gesturing to his sister's bowl of cereal.
“She added a load of SUGAR to her already diabetic cereal! I was just questioning why she so felt obligated to add so damn much- there's not even enough to add to my coffee.”
“I can do what I want you ass! My cereal, MY choice.” Shirley snipped back, sticking out her tongue a bit.
“Well your choice is going to end you up in a hospital-”
Alastor intervened firmly.
“ENOUGH. Enough squabbling my dears. Andre, please mind your own business, and Shirley, watch your language please.”
The two quieted, looking defeated, the both of them seating themselves. After a moment the girl attempts to grab the bag of sugar, the bartender immediately swatting her hand away, the younger cat whining.
“Nuh huh, no more sugar for you princess.” He grunted, heading over to the coffee pot and making himself a cup.
Shirley moped.
“You're no fun.”
“Yeah well I take pride in that. Fuck you too.” Husk grinned.
She smiled back.
“Fuck you-”
“LANGUAGE.”
The girl quieted.
“... Screw you.”
The host hummed, starting up the oven for breakfast.
“Better.”
Once finished with their breakfast Alastor seats himself next to the bartender, giving him a quick peck on the cheek, to which Shirley made a gagging gesture.
“What ever is the problem darling? We're just displaying our love in a traditional fashion.” The deer teased.
She rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, well don't display your love in front of me and Andy, papa.”
“Ah, well I'm sure the two of you will find love eventually in one shape or another, and then you'll understand.” He said in return, taking a bite of his meal with a happy hum.
“I'm not so sure of that father…” Andre muttered bitterly, picking at his food.
Alastor raised an eyebrow.
“Is that so? Oh I'm sure you're going to, whether it be platonic or not, you surely will… speaking of which has there been any demons who've caught your eye as of late?”
The younger man silenced… the room falling quiet.
He finished up his plate, standing and setting it into the sink.
“I have to leave for work now father's, I'll be back before supper.” Andre grumbled, then headed out of the hotel room.
“... What was that, love?” The host questioned shortly after, turning to Husk with furrowed brows.
The older cat chuckled, shaking his head.
“That’s probably a telltale sign that our boy's interested in someone.”
Alastor's quiet for a second before grinning brightly.
“That’s certainly a surprise! Do you think our little Romeo is off to charm that special someone as of now?”
Husk shrugged.
“Could be… though we should probably leave him alone and let him handle this on his own, Al-”
“- And he's already gone.” The cat frowned.
…
The host swept through the shadows, following his son to his so-called ‘job…’
But he's confused.
Andre's had this job since seventeen to Alastors knowledge, the boy telling him he works in Cannibal Town near Rosie's Emporium.
… But he didn't take the turn to that side of the pride ring, instead, he's traveling to the Vees side of Hell.
The deer felt a small pang of dread, though he told himself the young man must be going off to make his love interest swoon instead of work.
His hope didn't last long as he watched his son walk into the Vee tower.
Alastor gritted his teeth.
Why in the ever living Hell, is he HERE?
The host begrudgingly followed him inside, wincing as he was immediately hit by the bright colors of television.
He needs to find Andre and get out of there immediately.
Storming through worker's, he stops at a gut wrenching sight…
His son and that damned TV talking.
This brings back an unwelcome memory of the boy's childhood, more specifically his fifth birthday.
Vox had kidnapped him, Alastor finding the child in a pool of blood, wings gone, torn from the innocent kid's back.
That day was awful, Husk was devastated, pawing at the lifeless spawn fighting back sobs… well Alastor just stood there, unable to do anything.
If it weren't for Lucifer and his magic, Andre wouldn't be alive as of now.
So WHY are they even conversing in the first place??
The TV grinned down at the young man, oddly enough the boy smiled back equally as he spoke.
He watched as Vox whispered in his ear, as he gently tugged his tail, as he settled his damn hand onto his son's waist.
No.
NO.
He strode to them, tearing the two apart snarling and pinning the television host to the nearest wall.
Not giving the TV a moment of peace he wrapped his hands around his neck, strangling him well looking absolutely farel.
“DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH MY SON LIKE THAT AGAIN, YOU INSUFFERABLE, ARROGANT, RAT.” Alastor hissed, digging his claws into his skin, smearing blood onto him.
And to that Vox just smiled manically, grinning until his screen flickered off, the host dropping him onto the floor in his own puddle of blood.
Good riddens.