Wait? Who the hell drew this mural? Letting my gaze dance along the atrium, filled with trees and large windows that allowed a slew of light in, I tightened the cloak around me. Masking myself from the piercing rays, I fixed my gaze upon the formation and made sure I did not forget what I saw.
Guess Lilith had her own—
"Papa, Ty sense people. They are coming quick." She said in a hurry, dragging me from my thoughts. I frowned.
Should I get myself caught? Is there any benefit? I got everything I needed. Naw, I'll get caught. I need Richter and whoever that other person may be.
"It's fine little ty," I calmly said, " If they are hostile, we will just kill them."
Ty nodded and hopped down from my shoulder, blinking away with large red eyes. Standing beside me with her tiny head raised high and a burning intent, my fingers rustled through her silky smooth hair.
Enjoying her warm head pressed against my hands, I couldn't have waited more than a few seconds before my gaze once more landed upon that wrinkled hag.
"I would have thought the patriarch would have better things to do than to follow me around," I mocked, unable to help myself from antagonizing Astra.
"Boy, what the hell are you doing in my atrium?" Astra demanded.
One, two, three, one, two, three.
"I said it once, and I'll say it again. I hate old people. Bitch are you stupid?" I snapped, unable to believe the tone this bitch was speaking to me, "Are you on something? Who the hell are you talking to?"
Not even fucking Asmodeus, or Zantar for that matter, talked to me like this. By the Hells, I can't even remember the last person to speak to me in such a manner. My god. Even Aiza, who I just screwed over, called me by name—held in at least some regard.
The acids in the pit of my stomach bubbled, and seething anger once more began to build.
Astra's brow jumped, and honestly, I was on my last fuse. I don't have the mental fortitude to deal with this bull shit.
"You step into my home, you disrespect me, yet you think I need to show you respect?" She shouted, and a few hundred Abyssal Fiends materialized behind her—all in the realm of Realm Lord and Star-Lord.
"So you wish to attack me?" I coldly said, narrowing my dark eyes. Opening my palm, a pulse of darkness swelled. "Astra, I will give you one last chance only because you are taking care of my wife."
Disbelief splintered her old expression, and I knew what I needed to do. My palm slowly began to close—
"Asta Tempest, you have been summoned by the council of shadows." A lone shadow said, flickering to her side like an apparition.
Holding myself back, I ogled Jinx for a few moments and darted my eyes towards Astra, whose expression contorted into flames. Twisting into a hideous beast, she trembled, " You went to the council behind my back?"
"Grandmother, you have always been arrogant. And most of the time, there is no issue. However, this man rode in with the Queen: the Queen, Grandmother. The Queen hung to his neck and spoke to him in such a tender way, yet you try to kill him? You insult his pride. Grandmother, even if he is the Queen's concubine, he is allowed to do anything he pleases. Have whoever he wants."
"Damn right," I agreed. There had better be some benefits from putting a baby in Lilith's belly. Shit was a lot of work. She almost killed me on more than one occasion. Not that I mind. Shit was fire!
Gritting her teeth, Astra shot me a dark look, but little ty appeared between her and me. Glaring with a look that made me proud to have such a cute little dragon, when suddenly seven stars hovered over her brow.
"It's fine, Ty," I hastily said, calming the young lass before she destroyed the atrium. I didn't know what those stars were, but as soon as they appeared, a deep chill raced over my skin.
Pulling her into my arms, Ty wiggled her delicate head up and smiled, puckering her lips for kisses. Granting all the kisses all over her lips, cheeks, and head Ty giggled, seemingly satiated. At least for now.
"So, will you be my guide?" I asked Jinx.
"Do you want me?"
"Want you?" I repeated, thinking of the double meaning, and nodded, annoyed that her clothing hid the body Lil Arsene wanted.
Jinx was still masked, so I could not grasp her expression. But something in me was telling me that she was blushing.
"He almost killed your daughter! Have you forgotten?"
"I think the key point is that I didn't." I corrected as ty nodded alongside me." Think of me as a teacher or sage. I am here to teach the younger generation. Call me Saint Arsene."
"You shameless—"
"Astra Tempest, by order of the Council of Shadows, you are to report to them now!" Jinx adamantly relayed, her tone leaving no room for argument. "They have promised not to take your life, do not make me regret my action."
"Darling, a few words to my Lilith, and you will shine. She might even make you a first-generation." I remarked, lifting my lips into a dark smile that sent waves through the hearts of everyone present. "There is no need to regret if you take her head."
I think I have a newfound respect for Lucifer. Tempting people is rather fun.
"You would do that?" She asked, and I lifted Little Ty to my cheeks.
"Why not? You saw that other little girl that left with Lilith. She was a first-generation Abyssal Dragon. She may not look like it, but that's a young Paragon right there." I slowly replied, pressing Ty's cheeks onto my own. "She was just an ordinary dragon before. Now she is my wife's daughter."
'Take her away," Jinx ordered almost immediately; turning to me, she fell to one knee, bowing her head.
Watching the look of disbelief on Astra while she was dragged away before my eyes, I settled my gaze on Jinx, who had her head bow.
"Show me your face." I kindly asked, imagining a new generation of maids just for me… For all my kids. If I get a boy, he may even get his dick wet at a young age—that lucky bastard.
Son of a Bitch! Will I have to worry about my child stealing my side pieces?