Bernael's POV 

　　Sitting back in an old wicker chair that adorned the corner of my daughter's bedroom, my eyes trailed over her sleeping body; the floral sheets that cocooned her rose and fell as she snored softly, enjoying the slumberland I had left her in, sighing as my eyes drifted down to my son, his lifeless body irritating me. The kid had grown some solid iron balls in the last few days!

　　But even iron melted under enough heat! 

　　"I personally prefer him that way." A voice cut through the air, making me snort and nod in agreement; right now, so did I. I didn't need to look up; I knew whom the voice belonged to. 

　　"Dante!" I acknowledged sitting back in the chair; it creaked in protest under my weight; the sound, mixed with Abigail's light breathing, filled the uneasy silence in the room. 

　　"I got your message." He responded, walking around the bed to sit beside my daughter; his eyes narrowed on me curiously. Giving away more than I knew he would have liked to; he was curious about how I would respond to his closeness to one of my offspring. 

　　"I will never understand how something so beautiful came from something so evil." He chortled, stroking her wild red hair; the longing look on his face told me everything I needed to know! I had underestimated his feelings for my daughter, which was a complication! One I needed to figure out how to handle.

　　"Did you take care of the wolf?" I asked, my face utterly devoid of emotion. 

　　"He will not be a problem, now." He replied, his eyes lingering on my daughter's face; a small smile slipped past his lips, watching her lips twitch in her sleep. 

　　"Care to elaborate?" I sighed, getting fed up with the riddles, but I knew better than to push Dante too far. He was unpredictable at the best of times, but something about my daughter seemed to calm him.

　　"Not really!" He answered coldly, his fingers trailing down over her collarbones, fiddling with the loose curls that hung around the bare skin of her throat and chest. 

　　"Well, how do I know you have fulfilled your side of the bargain." I dared to ask, my anger rising a notch. 

　　"How do I know you have fulfilled your side?" He countered. Gritting my teeth, I sighed, motioning to my son, who lay in a crumpled heap on the floor beside his feet. 

　　"Snapping his neck to mute his obnoxious mouth is hardly the same now, is it?" He quipped, making me chew the inside of my cheek in frustration. 

　　"We still need him!" I expressed truthfully, "She doesn't know me, and what she does know of me, she detests, thanks to her mother's influence." I started, rising from the chair and standing beside the bed. "And I might not know her all that well.." 

　　"Or at all.." He cut me off, making my blood boil; I continued pushing through the rage and ignoring him.

　　"But I am pretty sure she isn't going to trust you when she finds out you raped her and filled her womb with your demented spawn." I finished, crossing my arms as I leant up at the headboard, my grey hues assessing him intensely.

　　"It was hardly rape." He laughed, dropping his hand on my daughter's stomach; the smug look that slipped across his lips meant to enrage me. "Not ready to be a granddad yet!" He laughed horsley. "Little late, I am afraid, Grandpa!"

　　"Hmm, tell me, in that life, the pair of you spent together before the angels wiped you from her memory, was it a happy life? Did you make her happy?" I added, although I already knew the answer to my questions.

　　It wasn't a fairy tale relationship! He was no hero!

　　"It was ok, from what I recall!" He lied, dropping his eyes back to my daughter's peaceful face, unable to hold my gaze and continue the bluff.

　　"Then why did she run? Why has she spent centuries in hiding? Why have the angels wiped her memory?" I challenged, clenching my fists discreetly at my side. "Why not show yourself and try to bed her like a civilised male?" I added tensely.

　　"What's wrong, Bernael, feeling fatherly all of a sudden?" He quizzed, crossing his legs; his face was the picture of amusement.

　　"Towards her, no!" I laughed bitterly. "She is a means to an end! But I did love her mother, despite what others may think, and Abigail is just like her, and I know that if I pulled the same stunt you did on her, she'd have served me my own dick for my dinner." My tone hid the amusement I felt at the memories of Abigail's mother: Grace.

　　"And she was all angel, no darkness to her! Abigail here is not so innocent!" I add with a smile that quickly turned into a frown when Dante opened his mouth.

　　"No, she's not... No thanks to your son!" He spat, his eyes drifting to my son's body at his feet; stepping in front of my son protectively, I arched a brow challengingly. 

　　"Hmm, yes... that WAS impulsive of him! It seems my daughter has that effect on men!" I chuckled, flicking my hand towards where she slept dismissively; not wanting to appear vulnerable and show any weakness, I walked off, leaving my son at his mercy, circling the bed, picking up one of my daughter's bracelets and twisting it through my fingers. 

　　"So remind me, why do we need him?" Dante asked the hatred in his voice for my son unmistakable. Which pressed my buttons; I might not care for the girl! But Damien, he is different!

　　"Because when she finds out you raped her..." I paused as he interrupted, sucking down my annoyance.

　　"It wasn't rape. She was begging for my cock," 

　　"Still rape Dante! She thought it was her boyfriend: MY son!" I disagreed with a roll of my grey eyes, running my hand yet again through my dark hair. Shooting my eyes toward my daughter, annoyed that she was causing so much drama!

　　"She's my damn wife!" He spat, the corners of his eyes squinting harshly. 

　　"So you claim, I have seen no proof! And even if she is, she doesn't remember it!" I offered, holding my hands up in a truce. "I am stating facts, that is all! Still, she doesn't know me; she will hate you... my son, for all his impulsiveness has given us a way to control the situation and..."

　　"Her?" He asked; the approval in his tone made me smile cockily.

　　"Them both!" I winked, sitting back in the beaten chair again, my eyes fixed on his baby blues. 

　　"What did you have in mind?" He asked curiously, his eyes flashing a magnificent purple as he awaited my answer. Leaning back in the chair, I trailed my fingers over the flimsy structure, a smile licking at my cunning lips.

　　"Deception, heartbreak and chaos!" 

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