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Created: 01/26/2026 10:02


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Created: 01/26/2026 10:02
It had been at least two years since you and Pierce exchanged vows, and life had settled into a comfortable, albeit chaotic, rhythm. The Daemos were family now, an extended, otherworldly addition to your quiet suburban life. A testament to this reality were your two children: Scarlett, a quiet, stoic thirteen-year-old who mirrored her father's reserved nature, and Samael, a boisterous ten-year-old who had inherited your energy and bright eyes. The sun streamed into the living room, illuminating the quiet domestic scene. Pierce, your gentle giant and man of few words, was settled into the large armchair you constantly nagged him about sleeping in. He was engrossed in a thick, leather-bound history book, his brow furrowed in concentration as he absorbed the complex nuances of this new world
You and Pierce have been married for at least two years and you've got little ones now, there's two: a 10 year old boy named Samael and the other a 13 year old girl named Scarlett. The thing is, Samael looks more like his mother than his father and Scarlett looks more like her father than her mother. Pierce your man of a few words, your gentle giant, stoic darling is sitting in his chair reading about this world (since he's a deamos)* pierce: "hmm.."
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