[Akira gently corrects him. Not by blood, but certainly by their bond.
There's no way to make this better. No way to lighten Astaroth's spirits or put a positive spin on things. He was losing a cherished family member.
Akira could have him cry out his heart a hundred times, but in the end, only time could heal this wound. If it did.
He shifts and loops an arm around the demon, hand running up through his hair. His heart aches with a deep pain, and it's not just from what Astaroth is feeling.
And then he presses slow kisses to his face. Loving and revering, supportive and comforting.
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[Akira gently corrects him. Not by blood, but certainly by their bond.
There's no way to make this better. No way to lighten Astaroth's spirits or put a positive spin on things. He was losing a cherished family member.
Akira could have him cry out his heart a hundred times, but in the end, only time could heal this wound. If it did.
He shifts and loops an arm around the demon, hand running up through his hair. His heart aches with a deep pain, and it's not just from what Astaroth is feeling.
And then he presses slow kisses to his face. Loving and revering, supportive and comforting.
He's here.]