Daemon smiled as he looked up from his blocks at the approaching figure.

"Papa! Papa, come see!"

Saetan drew closer with a small smile on his face and knelt down besides his young son.

"What is it I'm supposed to see, namesake?"

Daemon looked up at him, his young face full of annoyance and long-suffering patience, before saying "Look, Papa."

Stifling a chuckle Saetan took another look - well, okay, his first proper look - and frowned slightly at what he observed.

"Namesake, this looks like a miniature version of the Hall."

Daemon beamed. "That's 'cause it is! I had to ask Unka Andy for some help, and first he laughed at me, but then I hit him and he just got this funny look and then he showed me how to use craft to get the blocks to stick together so that when Luce came in and tried to knock it down he couldn't and then he got angry and I laughed and then he punched me - " Before Daemon could continue, another childish voice cut in.

"Because you laughed at me."

"Because you tried to knock it down."

"Because you were playing with it not me!"

"Because you were flying!"

Satan spared a moment to send a silent prayer to the Darkness for patience and a reprieve from headaches. "Children." He was promptly ignored.

"Because you were with Manny!"

"Manny was scolding me!"

"But she then gave you a nutcake!"

"Because yo-"

"Children."

Both froze before slowly turning to face him. At the exact same time they said, in the exact same tone: "Yes, Papa?"

Saetan refused to massage his throbbing temples - It was a matter of pride. "Boys, go outside and play there."

They shared a look, communicating silently. Seeming to reach a decision, they rushed forward to hug him tightly, chorusing: "Luv ya, Papa!" Before running outside to get into Darkness knows what trouble.

Saetan sighed and wearily slumped into the nearest chair, gently cradling his head in his hands.

A few minutes later, he heard the slight sounds of the door opening, and recognizing the psychic sent there, he stayed slumped over.

"Poor Priest."

He relaxed slightly as Tersa started to massage his shoulders.

"These children will be the death of me. My other sons were never so reckless."

She giggled and replied, "Don't be silly. You won't die from them. You're the High Lord, remember?"

Saetan just sighed. "But the way they are always fighting... I worry about what their relationship will be like in the future... and if they will resent their parentage."

Tersa lightly hit the back of Saetan's head. "The bond between you three may stretch and fray, but I do not believe anything has the power to break it."

He smiled up at her, "Well, it will be an interesting experience, raising them, we can be guaranteed of that."

Tersa's laughter did little to ease any of his growing apprehension, or returning headache. 'She just promised an abundance of grey hair...'

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A/N.

Disclaimer: I own some paperbacks, and ebooks. Does this give me the copyrights or mean that I get paid for it? No. Not really no...

Valy-man, a BJ fic so that you don't feel left out :P *pats head*

Just felt like doing some cute and pointless BJ fluff, and Daemon and Lucivar are so cute when young~ ... And you do have to feel for Papa Saetan. *smiles*