#dcmonlord

Astarte sighed as she walked beside Satanael. For a woman who was a pinnacle of war and love, she was nervous for the future. There were whispers in the shadows that there was a creature of sorts that was targetting lovers. All that was usually left of them was an article or two of their torn clothing or blood where they once stood.

“Are we safe, Sat? I hate to be a voice of doubt but..”

Her heart ached at the thought of being separated from her beloved. He was the love of her life. The pair thrived off of one another. It would be a terrible fate for them both if they were separated. For the first time in centuries, Astarte was legitimately terrified. 

“…*sigh,* as long as you’re being responsible, you’ll be fine. I’m just worried.” Ruffles her hair affectionately.

“itS NOT THO”

“And who are you to decide that? If one deems Marin Karin useful, then it is useful!”

BIG BROTHER'S HOME~

“OHMYGOD SATANAEL YOU ARE NOT DOING THIS TO ME!” 

“Irene be nice.”

“But I am dear Akira, whatever do you mean.”

“…Funny story about that…” Nervous Satan noises.