Ok, these 2 chapters are going to be highly offensive, and will tackle domestic abuse, drug abuse and past trauma. You've been warned.
This was hard to write, but I need some angst in this story so be patient.
As the couple was dancing, Alastor and Niffy watched their daughter from the side.
Suddenly his ears twitched as he detected that someone was approaching them.
The grey eldery spider demon, with two arms lifted a glass and said.
- Hello, are you the father of the bride?
- Don Henrion, I suppose?
- Yeah, I was confused why the overlord would want me and my son to attend your daughter's birthday party.
Alastor smiled.
- I'm sorry for not saying any details in the invitation, but I decided to make it a surprise.
In the background Charlie spotted Arachniss next to the buffet.
- Uoh….- She gasped. If their father was here too this would be a potential disaster…
Meanwhile Don Henrion started to take a champagne glass from a tray. He gulped it all. As the music stopped, Daria and Anthony finished their first dance. He immediately noticed that the gray spider was talking to Alastor and rushed to him. As much as he didn't want to see the man, it was better not to leave the two alone.
Little Doe, unaware of the reason why her fiance excused himself for a moment, simply followed him to join her parents. She asked the orchestra to change the toone to something catchy and jazzy with no lyrics for the time being.
- Oh, here's my son! - Don Henrion said with visible exitmant. - I know a juicy pair of tities will cure your desise. I'm glad you finally come to your senses, you disgusting dick-licker!
- Dad. - Spider growled and crossed his arms.
- How dare you?! - Daria gasped.
- Shut up, toots. - Eh, if only those dreamy babies were all mute, am I right, Tony? - He giggled, it was quite obvious he got drunk.
- Excuse me, I don't suppose you were referring to my daughter? - Alastor tensed.
Despite knowing that Anthony didn't visit his father for a while, the demon seldomly talks about why it was. Stag started to get the picture now. He must admit he omitted one of the most important steps in finding his girl a husband. Making sure the family of the suitor was equally proper as their own. It seems they were well matched in the wealth department, but those manners…
- Anywho… - Henrion forcibly throws his arm around Anthony's neck. - As your father, I think I owe you a few lessons on life, before you become a man of the house! You are the breadmaker, so she can stay home and bear your sons.
Angel Dust tried to get out of the firm grip, but failed, looking annoyed at the old man.
- First, this pretty thing will be a mother of your children, so no disrespect in the bed, understand?! She soon will be kissing them goodnight with those lips. - He hicked.
- Only missionary style is allowed, you want some anal or sucking? Go to the slut house, I think I don't have to show you the way?
Don Henrion reached for another glass.
- Don't you think you have enough? - Alastor was furious, that kind of behaviour was simply unacceptable.
- Second, discipline. - Henrion proclaimed.
- A what? - Alastor asked with eyes wide open. This man was just beyond words.
- Yeah, dad, I don't think anybody here wants to hear it.
- Nonsense, everybody knows that it's a husband's duty to show his wife a little lesson if she disobeys! - He sipped another gulp of champagne.
- So, it's obvious you want that cute face to stay pretty, so you have to know how to hit to not leave bruises, thankfully this one is covered with fur, so it will be easier then with your mother… - He lowered his voice trying to lead Anthony away from Daria.
- Oh, you fucking… - Angel Dust wasn't able to finish.
Niffty dropped her own glass of champagne out of the sheer terror.
Alastor's ears twitched at the words "bruises" and "wife" in the same sentence as his eyes started to glow in bloody red color. That was it. He charged at his new opponent and punched him in the nuzzles. He looked surprised at his own fist. That was so barbaric, yet it felt way too good to stop.
When he was "hunting" he usually would use tools like guns, knives, or dark magic not brute force, so this was quite a refreshing tactic. He pinned the grey spider to the ground and started to punch him even harder. The blood splattered all over the floor as two figures struggled during their fight. He licked a bit of blood from his knuckles and grinned with his fangs spilling a venomous liquid. But to his surprise he wasn't the only one with venom. Grey spider bit his arm. Alastor gasped and hissed, only to use his antlers. He lowered his head to Henrion's neck and pricked his skin. One more move and he will cut through the skin...
- What is going on here?! - Tony heard a familiar voice, it was his older brother.
- You know, the usual. - He just shrugged. - Nice to see ya, brother.
Ok, so originally I planned to have Molly here, but it turns out vivziepop confirmed she is not in Hell, and is not a demon. I like the idea so I will not include her other than in a few mentions.