ENTER THE MEGALOMANIAC
Artist: Yakuza 7 (Like a Dragon) - Song: The Only Way Out
It was a strange feeling, hearing his beloved admit that she felt the same as him -- the knowledge that she never felt as if she belonged with Algos, in this manor, in this world
. He said nothing, remaining silent as his wife spoke, only voicing his thoughts through his expressions, his eyes widening, softening -- his lips parting in conjunction as sorrow took his heart, only to take in the briefest bits of breath, hitching in shock.
Perhaps, to some degree, they were more human than devil.
It hurt, but it also felt relieving, in a sense, that he truly wasn't alone in what he was feeling -- that the woman he loved, unfortunately, shared in this pain. His arms tightened around her lightly, continuing to hold her close to his chest as he rested against her head as she rested against him. His fingers continued to gently run through her hair as she spoke, holding his tongue until she mentioned her other mother -- someone named Arianda. The name sounded familiar, probably from the big meeting of the Eris Family, the one that Algos had nearly killed with her little stunt.
Vanyel swallowed nervously -- she
was Caly's other mom? Well, he only hoped that he had put a decent first impression on her, as much of one as he could, given the circumstances. As Caly stated that she was sure that Arianda would like him, Vanyel could only quietly mumble in concern:"I sure fuckin' hope so..."
He took a step back, letting go of Caly, only for her to mention "another thing," and her taking his hand. He blinked a few times, tilting his head to the side slightly, confused. His eyes widened as she set his hand on her stomach -- even without what she said next, it didn't take a genius to figure out what she was telling him.
He was going to be a father.
A surge of emotions flared up in the fledging devil's heart: panic, excitement, joy, anxiety, uncertainty -- the prospect of being a father and starting a family with Caly felt wonderful, but was also completely and utterly terrifying. His breathing slowly began to pick up its pace as he took a few shaky paces backward to sit down on the bed, bringing his head into his hands as he mumbled to himself, trying to make sense of it. Though, one thought certainly wasn't mumbled:"Fuck, I am not nearly drunk enough for this."