Credit to Renowned Wolf for coming up with this chapter idea.
Three Years Ago...
Scene opens on an older Hellhound, with a rough and grizzled appearance, getting dressed for work. His job is a hired gun and bodyguard for various overlords and nobility in Hell. He'd made connections with a large amount of Hell's more powerful denizens, several of which had become repeat clients; The members of the Ars Goetia, Alastor the Radio Demon, Velvet, Vox, and Rosie. The only overlord he refused to do business with was Valentino due to finding his exploitation and sexual abuse of his employees to be absolutely disgusting.
He walks into the kitchen, seeing his family. His beautiful wife Thorn is standing over the stove. At the kitchen table are his 21 year old son and spitting image, Y/N. And his five year old daughter, Dusk. He smiles at the scene before sneaking up behind his wife, hugging her from behind and kissing her neck.
Thorn: Ah! Fenrir!
Fenrir: Morning, gorgeous.
Thorn: Do you have to keep doing that?
Fenrir: No, I don't have to. But you love it anyway.
Thorn: That's beside the point.
She cranes her neck and the two of them kiss.
Y/N: Do you have to do that while we eat?
Dusk: Gross!
Y/N: What she said. (ruffles her hair)
Dusk: Y/N, that tickles!
Y/N: You know what I'm gonna do now right?
Dusk: (laughing) No! (you tickle her and gives her a kiss on the cheek) Y/N!
Fenrir: You say that now but just wait. You'll find a woman eventually.
Y/N: (annoyed) Keep telling yourself that, old man.
Fenrir: Y/N, you have-
Y/N: I don't want to talk about it.
Fenrir looks like he's about to argue but notices the look on his son's face.
Fenrir: Alright. But we're talking about this later.
Thorn: (trying to defuse the situation) Y/N, didn't you have something to tell your father today?
Y/N: Yeah! (stands up) Dad, I got hired at IMP. I start next week.
Fenrir: Seriously?! (hugs him) I knew you'd get in! I couldn't be prouder Y/N. (notices the time) I have to get going soon.
Y/N: Who hired you this time?
Fenrir: Rosie, the Overlord.
Y/N: She hires you almost as often as that Ars Goetia, Stella.
Thorn: (Glaring) I don't like her, she always stares at you lustfully.
Fenrir: I'm aware but she PAYS.
Thorn: Still. I'm not loosing you to that feathered hussie.
Fenrir: You have nothing to worry about. If there's one thing Stella prioritizes, it's professionalism.
He then kisses his wife on the cheek.
Dusk: Bye daddy!
Fenrir: See you later, Princess. (kisses her cheek)
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