Authors note: NOOOOOO, PLEASE DON'T LEAVE; I'M STILL ALIVE. Whoops too late, rooms already empty, JK. Long time no see, sorry for the extremely long delay, but this is what happens when I take on more then one project at a time. There were a few fics that fell by the waste side due to lack of ideas or the interruption of my personal life. Right now I am only taking on two until they are finished, this one and a My little pony fic I am working on. When these are done, I can move on to finish the others. Thank you all for reading and I promise to keep moving till I'm done.

Chapter 6: It's a wonderful life part 1

Yuri sits at his throne and looks out at all the guests who showed up for his birthday party. He began to make a little game out of it called "spot the friend", since most of the allies from the human territories have aged considerably. He found that he was able to identify everyone despite the wrinkles and gray hair. To his right was a gray fox who looked like a middle aged college professor.

[There goes Murata.]

In front of him was a slightly heavy set older man in his 70's, his clothing looked somewhat familiar as he stood there conversing with another shorter woman. Her hair was up in a bun underneath her crown which symbolized that she was her queen. Yuri smiled enthusiastically realizing who they were.

[Antoine and Laila.]

He looked around some more and noticed Dorcoscos, Nicola, a very developed Beatrice, Lady Flynn and Alford. Along with seeing them, he started looking for his godfather in the crowd. His eyes nearly bulged out at the sight of Conrad who unfortunately for Yuri's growing jealously looked like he only aged about 5 years.

"Well I guess it makes sense, his demon blood is dominant" Yuri thought to himself "but what about me? I chose to continue to live as a demon; does that mean I am going to be virtually immortal too? Guess I'll find out in another 5-10 years".

Wolfram: everything alright?

[Yeah, I'm just thinking.]

Wolfram: are you wondering about where Greta is? She's running a bit late, I'm sure she is on her way.

[Oh...I hope so.] Actually he was looking forward to seeing 40 something year old Greta.

Greta: papa Yuri?

Out of the corner of his eye he could notice a large breasted woman coming through the doorway. At first he thought it might have been Cecilie….wait. Yuri turned his head to the right and noticed Cecilie flirting with another nobleman. He looks back at the door and instantly blushes.

[G….greta?]

Greta: PAPA YURI!

His daughter's chest rammed into his own almost knocking the wind out of him. Her arms wrapped themselves around him in an almost crushing hug. Yuri self-consciously wraps his arms around her being careful to keep them above the waist.

Greta: I missed you so much.

[I missed boob too….I…I mean I missed you too.]

Greta: PAPA WOLFRAM.

The woman goes over to hug wolfram, but in that close second Yuri finds himself bombarded yet again by two more sets of mounds on either side of him and two sets of arms wrapped around his neck.

GRANDPA

IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU GRANDPA.

[OK...I get it….it's good to see you too…uhhh…]

Lydia: It's us grandpa, Lydia and Aria.

Aria: oh no, it's the Alzheimer's; oh you poor old man.

[I'm not that old.]

Lydia: It's ok grandpa, we'll totally come visit you in the nursing home when you finally lose control of your bodily functions.

[I'm not that old.]

Wolfram: now children; respect your elders.

[SHUT UP, THAT MAKES ME SOUND EVEN OLDER.]

Everyone chuckled a bit and Yuri got his first glimpse at his grandchildren; one had the same hair and eyes as her mother and the other had short brown hair and hazel eyes. His eyes almost watered at the sight of his beautiful granddaughters, he almost missed out on a greeting from their brown hair hazel eyed father. Greta's husband shook his hand and called him father, he wasn't really sure how he felt about that but accepted it. It would be pretty silly of him to act overprotective over Greta at this point. He didn't really care, all he knew was that his daughter had grown to be a beautiful woman and so were his grandchildren. He couldn't help the feeling of warmth deep in his heart, he had a gorgeous bishonen husband, Greta had a loving family, and he was surrounded by the fruits of his labor; a room full of human and demon allies laughing and conversing in peace. Put aside the rapid aging; this was the best dream he ever had so far.