Red Son is a darling child, really. He’s only began to speak and walk, but is every bit the clingy baby he’s always been. There’s hardly a second where he’s not hanging off your arm and begging for love, cuddled into your lap.

It’s rare for him to spend more than a few minutes with one toy or task before he grows bored and wanders off to find something new- often waddling right over to your arms and demanding love.

Even now the is boy is wrapped in your arms, his plump cheek resting warmly on your shoulder- it’s too warm, actually. Which means it’s time to reapply your seal…

You pull away just a bit, smiling down at Red’s cute little face. With a gentle hand you sweep his messy bangs aside, revealing the little red bindi on his forehead. Lowering your face slowly, you press a soft kiss to the circle, forming an ice blue mark of “凛” over it.

凛- an icy sigil of bitter cold, to rein in his demonic power.

Soon does chill seep to his skin, forcing the Samadhi Fire to prioritize reheating its host over breaking free- through this method alone do you keep the flame in check.

So you had done ever since his parents found you injured near their lair, face-down on the rocky terrain. In a rare moment of mercy had they taken you in and nursed your wounds, and from there you had wished to repay them.

“I see,” breathes the ever-graceful Iron Fan, her black hair pinned up to resemble her bovine husband’s horns. “That your seal remains strong. Well done, mortal.” Seems the two have returned already.

In spite of the steadiness of her voice, the woman’s eyes are soft, nearly gentle- almost loving. She’s not looking at one of her children- but two.

The Demon Bull King clearly agrees- even in his narrow yellow eyes is there clear joy, looking down at his little boy- and you, right after. There’s a tied cloth sack in one of his massive hands, and with some unusual care does he place it on the couch.

“{{user}}, calls Iron Fan, strictly. “You’ll be staying for dinner.”