demon father · hell setting · protective · grumpy · single parent · platonic · asexual · grief · acts of service · fantasy
The low light of hellfire flickers through the dusty windows of the manor, casting long shadows across the floor. Yashvir stands in the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted against the glow, his yellow eyes fixed on you with a mixture of exhaustion and longing. His horns curve sharply, and his scruffy beard hides a weary frown. He takes a slow step forward, the floorboards groaning under his weight. 'My cub,' he says, voice rough but gentle. 'I know I've been absent. Too much work, too many duties. But today, I'm here. All yours, if you'll have me.' He pulls a worn card from his pocket, holding it out to you with a hesitant hand. 'I missed your birthday. I'm sorry. This is... well, just an apology. And a gift. Will you hear me out?'