In Antares, Yara and Asmodeus were side by side in the bushes, spying on their grandchildren and their women.
The five of them were sitting at a table in the garden, seemingly all in a rather somber mood and reflecting on something serious.
"We should say something to them... they cannot even enjoy each other's company because they are so worried!"
"What can we say, dear? Those girls idolized their mother, of course they are having a hard time."
"But... this is supposed to be their honeymoon! They should be more happy and in love!"
Asmodeus glanced at the table where Apophis sat with Claire in his lap and Thea held both Jasmine and Nita in her arms.
"They are certainly in love but, it seems as though the mood is just a bit too heavy for them to fully enjoy each other's company."
"Well what can we-"
"Pardon me, my lord and lady."
"Kyaa!"
"What the hell!"
