Back in the palace Daria and Anthony were sitting in front of each other.
- So, what is it saying? - Doe asked.
- I don't think you want to know…
- Oh, come on, I think I can take it. - She sigh. If she signed something with her own blood, it was better to know what it was.
- Well, for once, we really can't get divorce, as Octavia said… - While reading, Tony had to wear glasses, to Daria's surprise. - And I swear, I had no idea!
He raised one of his hands, puting the other one on his heart.
- This does explain divorce ratio in Hell, a lot tho… and why most sinners who would remarry as humans are suddenly poly in the afterlife...
Daria tried to stay calm as much as possible, on one hand she didn't do her research as well, but on the other uncle Tony was here for far longer than she did! For fuck sake, someone could at least mention that before they acidently get bond each other for eternity!
- We have to try for a baby… - He winced, but at very least, he didn't saw sex with her as that big of the deal. It's not like he never did that with a woman. - This shit mentions that if it looks too much like a deer you would have to get DNA tests…
- Tony, with all respect, I'm not trying for a baby because some paper tells me to. - She growled.
He read more in silence, without commenting on her words. They both knew, even if not today, this contract was made specifically for that one purpose in mind. Spider wondered if there was possibly to at least change some of it with Charlie's help.
There was also a large portion of punishments for breaking the rules. Most of them are written down in the smallest font possible. And the punishments were severe, but that was not what made Tony angry the most.
- Oh, fuck NO! - He suddenly stopped. - "From kids from the union one will be picked and raised specifically as the next godfather of the Ragnatela family"!? Eat shit, old man!
- This is what was written there?! - Daria took the paper from him and readed for herself. There was a bunch of rules, mostly regards to how they HAVE to raise the sons so they didn't turn out to be gay by any chance, with bunch of guidlines about it.
- Funny, seeing how pop's were very strict with those rules he mentioned. - Tony said with sarcasm. - I'm the living proof they work wonders.
Daria was pressing a hoove to her forehead.
- Do we have more vodka from the wedding? - She asked.
- In the ballroom, I think. - He answered.
He looked as his new bride sneaked out of the room to get alcohol. He didn't judge her, right now, he wished he had some drugs on him too, fuck, staying sobber was hard...
He didn't regret that decision, but he was known as Angel Dust for a reason...
Daria didn't come back to the room for the rest of the night leaving him with his own thoughts. He couldn't sleep, but he was laying across a small single bed. A bit funny how Alastor would think about everything, but the place for them to stay for the night.
He did mention, they will get another wing of the mansion for themselves after they are back from the honeymoon, so he guessed he will get a bed his size then.
But that was not his biggest problem right now, even if the legs stuck out a lot.
He looked at the ring on his finger. This shit will be staying there for longer than he ever imagined. But! If that was really reason to be worried? Daria seemed to panic a lot, but they both knew this was a simple deal, just to avoid getting caught and they could live very comfortably, like he got a sugar daddy, he did it once with Val, and he trusted Daria way more.
Since they were stuck with it, he could just convince her to go along with it too. Yeah, no need to overthink anything. It was like getting a new type of dildo, it takes some time to get used to, but who says it won't get even better with time?