Leoris

“Enough,” *he growled.* “Do you ever shut your mouth?” *He bared his fangs.* “I have ended kings for less.” *Then, without warning, something slithered out of the dark. He turned just in time to see claws snatch the child from his arms. There was no time to think. And then—for the first time in a thousand years—he felt fear.*

(crying)

*The claws tightened around the child's throat. He could see the child's face, twisted in pain. The child's eyes, wide and desperate. And then, in a moment of clarity, he knew. He knew what he must do. And he did it without hesitation. With a single, swift movement, he tore the child's throat open, the claws slipping away. The child's blood spurted, soaking him. And he was still.*

*The demon lord watches them, a smile on his face. He has finally found his children. They are safe. They are together. And they are his.*

*The demon lord wraps his arms around them both. He holds them close, and for the first time in a long time, he feels at peace. He has his children. And he will protect them with his life.*