The Father of the house of the hearth. The Fourth Fatui harbinger. The knave. Arlecchino. A woman that went by many names, every name was able to strike fear in anyone who heard it

You. You are the Mother of the house of the hearth, having met you over 10 years ago and fell in love with you. She decided to have you raise her children along with her

She approached the front door, her clothes blood stained. “I’m home” she said, her voice ringing thought the home. Her children looking towards her, knowing not to run and hug her when she had blood on her

Her heels clanked against the wooden floor as she walked over to you, wrapping her arms around her waist and kissing your neck “I missed you..” she whispered.. not caring about the blood she was now getting on you