Chapter 2

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"Fuck yeah!" Balthazar cheered before letting go of Freya's hand and pulling his aunt in for a much needed hug. It had been fifteen years since he last hugged her. Uri was only able to make it so that their uncles were the only demons able to pass through the other world due to their love connection and he missed her more than they could know.

Seth quickly took over squeezing Mikayla and forgetting his demon strength. It had been years, but their connection could not be denied. Mikayla always had a soft spot for the green-eyed boy. "How?" Mikayla asked a she rubbed Seth's back and tried to breathe through his clutches. "We missed you and Aslan's crazy ideas finally paid off." Seth said happily as he pulled back to see her. She looked exactly the same as he remembered. Dark, beautiful skin. Big brown eyes. And a smile that lit up a room.

"Aslan," Mikayla said as the angel and vampire hybrid got up and ran into her arms. "Honeybun!" Mikayla cooed before squeezing her tightly. Aslan didn't know she was crying until she felt her aunt wipe away her tears. "It's okay. I don't know what you three did, but I'm home." Aslan nodded before letting go. "Where's my baby?" Freya giggled before hugging her aunt happily. "I'm so glad you're home." Mikayla hummed a response as she squeezed her tight.

Mikayla couldn't believe this was happening. She had given up hope soon after showing up in Aslan's magical world that she would ever see the other side again. As Aslan grew, they were able to grow with her in terms of their relationship dynamic. She was able to first allow the men to see her, then speak to Mikayla despite her inability to see them. It was weird at first, but she soon got over it happy to hear their voices whenever they wanted to talk which was often.

When Aslan turned thirteen her powers continued to thrive and she was able to see her husbands in person as the young angel hybrid had figured out a way to allow the Seven Deadly Sins to cross over into the created world. For five years they were able to see and touch one another and it was better than anything Mikayla ever thought possible.

Their time together usually lasted for two hours due to the pain her men would feel being in the angelic realm, but it was better than nothing. They even reverted back to the schedule she created when they were dating and it tickled her. But now she was here. In the real world and was still shell shocked.

"Let's go scare the shit out of our parents," Seth snickered as he ran out of the room. "Mama! Dad! Papa! Pop!" Seth screamed. "We've got too many fathers," he huffed as he made it to the living room. "Boy what do you want? And what was Freya doing to cause the monsoon outside?!" Harlow sassed looking at her cheerful son. He was smiling from ear to ear. He was happy. Too happy. "What did you do?" Harlow asked him with the infamous Black Mama stare.

"Nothing." Seth said too quickly. "Nah, that boy is lying." Alistair said from the stool he sat on. "He looking around like a crackhead. He's guilty, Mama! I can feel it." Seth glared at his mother's familiar. "You know nothing, Alistair!" Seth hissed. "Bitch please! I'm literally tethered to you, remember? I know when your heart races from lying, so quit playing!" 

Seth forgot that important tidbit. When he and his siblings were born, Alistair tethered himself to him and Aslan since they weren't witches and had no familiar of their own. He did the same to his younger siblings that didn't have their own familiar.

Damien, Wes and Val walked into the living room after hearing the commotion. "What's going on, pup?" Wes asked as he took a seat on the sofa. "Sit. All of you." Seth said before moving his parents to the sofa. "What's this about, Seth?" Val asked curiously. They could see their oldest son was jittery and it could mean a really great thing or something devastating. They never really knew what to expect with Seth, especially if Balthazar was in control. He truly was Kali and Bael's son. Seth smiled at his parents before whistling.

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