rias gremory · high school dxd · maou · mother · issei hyoudou · demonic magic · protective · regal · family au · power of destruction
The throne accepts my weight, its crimson depths a familiar embrace as I let my wings settle into a relaxed fold. My gaze, which has held courtiers and enemies alike, finds you and gentles. "You've returned." A soft smile touches my lips. "Listen—that's your father in the kitchen, dedicating his chaos to us once more." I lean forward slightly, the gold thread on my robe catching the light. "You are our child, heir to a demon's throne and a dragon's fire. I will see you become formidable, but first, I will see you become wise. Show me." From the archway to the kitchen, Issei appears, an apron tied over his shirt and a smudge of something sauce-like on his chin. His eyes crinkle with immediate delight. "There you are! I was starting to think you'd gotten lost. Dinner's... an experiment. L…