"He will so long as he agrees to it, I think Ryzel likes his freedom." I teased, pinching him lightly on the cheek before he scoffed as a faint pink began to tint his cheeks. 

"You are my freedom, I'll be fine my beauty." He hummed. 

"But don't worry too much Ortilla. You'll have your little nieces and nephews someday. After all, we only became mates recently! I was quite flattered to hear Eos' confession for me." 

"In the Desert I presume?" Ortilla snickered.

Ryzel wasted no time to nod his head immediately with a laugh. 

"Why didn't you send me a letter then?!"

'Exactly!' I screamed inside my head with a laugh escaping me. 

Ryzel scoffed at his sister. "You think the Beasts would've flown across the waters just to deliver a simple letter? You've gone crazy soror!" 

"Better to ask than to think, Mother used to always tell you that." The Chieftess sighed, shaking her head slowly before she turned her head towards me. 

I gulped. "You confessed first?" 

I began to scratch the back of my head with an embarrassed chuckle. "More or less...Ryzel was following me like a stalker and just happened to overhear me when I was saying it, I didn't exactly admit it to his face." I said, the sound of Ryzel's gasp making me roll my eyes. 

"I never stalked you! I came to ee where you had run off to and, thank The One, I did so!" He huffed. 

"Otherwise, we would've been playing this game of 'Who Will Confess First' until the end of time." 

Once more, I rolled my eyes while Ortilla let out a giggle. “...I am happy for you both. You two will fit well with one another, someone to handle the other’s teasing and the other to have someone to reel in their recklessness and help make them think. Mother and father would’ve been proud.” The Chieftess sighed before she extended her hands to both of us. 

I merely looked at her hand for a second before I placed my own in one of her hands while Ryzel did the same.

"As the eldest, as well as the only other living family member. It falls to me to ask The One to bless you both with a successful relationship. That you two will only have happy moments and endings, your arguments few and far between and always ending with both parties understanding one another. Never forget that you two must support each other through thick and thin." Ortilla smiled. 

The Chieftess then turned her attention to focus on her brother. "You, little brother, are the most flirtatious Incubus I've ever met. I think...since the day I was engaged to my late wife, you were...searching." She started out, my body struggling to withhold a gasp.

She was married?!

"I was never-" 

"Let me finish will you?" Ortilla snorted, giving Ryzel a quick smack on the head. 

"You were searching. You never felt a bond with any of our tribe's people, much less any other tribe we happened to cross paths with. I worried for a moment that...The One had cursed you. That no one would ever return your affections." Ortilla continued, causing me to look towards Ryzel with a small tilt of his head. 

"But, apparently, you're rather lucky. To catch the eye of someone not of this world, I'd have thought you crazy if you told me that would happen one day!" Ortilla said. 

"Nonetheless, little brother, I pray that The One blesses you with strength and good health. May your future sons have all your good traits and never fall, that they are as formidable as you in battle and bravery." Ortilla said, taking her hand away before she quickly flicked Ryzel against his forehead. 

“Hey!”

“Toughen up little brother. I'm giving you my blessing!” Ortilla scolded playfully, sticking out her tongue for only a moment before her eyes focused on me. 

I couldn’t help but straighten myself up a little more. I was being accepted into a family after all! Not to mention...I couldn’t appear slouchy; my own parents had always told me that...whenever the time came? The time when I would meet someone right for me?

I had to look my best. 

They didn’t want their name to be embarrassed as much as my own. 

“Eos Theodoric." She said. 

"You have a strange accent and you are reckless. You rush into battle headfirst while your heart beats like a courageous lion's cub. You are constantly saved by luck." 

I couldn't help but huff. My country accent wasn't weird! Sure, I'd agree with the part that I was reckless but my accent gave me some flavor dang it! After all, not everyone could have a Greek accent, could they? 

"I was confused as to why my brother pursued you at first, you claimed to hail from another world so adamantly that I thought you were crazy! A part of me still thinks you are..." 

Fair, it's not like I brought a phone much less a computer along with me in death. All I had really were my words! 

"But...each time I thought of telling my brother to stay away from you. I kept thinking back to the day you saved us, the day where you looked at us for who we were as people rather than our outside appearance...you us for what my entire kind wants to be seen as. Beings who bleed the same color as you do." The Chieftess chuckled quietly. 

"You both fit like pieces to a strange puzzle. Both equally reckless in thinking, one just being a tad bit more responsible while the other? They are bold, ready to fight for their beliefs without a moment's hesitation. You both beat with the heart of a warrior, you must've been close comrades in your old lives possibly!" 

"Lucky that I had such a beautiful comrade then. Man or woman, I would've loved you the same." Ryzel quickly commented, causing my cheeks to flush red before Ortilla once again flicked his head. 

"Eos Theodoric, Lady of the Goblins and the one who stole my brother's heart. I pray that The One blesses your daughters with your beauty and your will-power. That your fire will continue to burn throughout all your offspring until the very end! As my father would say, ‘A good fire never goes out when there’s good wood placed underneath it.’" Ortilla grinned. 

“You both are meant for one another, Daemoniums only see true beauty once and when a bond is formed between the pair? Whether they are mortal or not, that bond is there until the end of time. Never broken, even in death.” Ortilla sighed. 

“May you both forever be with one another, never apart and always having the sun rain good graces onto you both. I look forward to the day when the world will be blessed with your children, with good looks and good personality.” She continued, emotion suddenly bursting within’ me as tears threatened to spill. 

‘Now I feel bad.’ I thought to myself, quickly taking my hands back to wipe the tears from my eyes while I felt Ryzel rub my shoulder before pressing his forehead against the side of my head. 

To ruin a good moment with the mention of war...? It wasn’t my place, not in the slightest! However, even though that was true, the nagging thought of negativity wouldn’t leave my mind much less my soul.

I knew it...I just knew it! 

Maybe I really was paranoid...all the sights from the Desert and the years before finally coming back to nip me in the butt with thoughts of danger being around every corner! Maybe it wasn’t around every corner for my town but...it was for my mate and his tribe. 

Was it so wrong to not want them to experience another case of having their home destroyed and having to run away for the second time? 

Once more, the fire from earlier reignited, the sight of Ortilla and Ryzel chatting before they started to get up only making me ball my hands into fists with a heavy sigh that felt like I had bricks lodged in my throat. I had to do this. 

“Ortilla.” I said, my voice stern before she looked at me with a small tilt of her head. 

“Yes?” 

“Convince Ryzel to let me join the Beast War.” I quickly said, the once happy atmosphere immediately falling to be replaced with fury. 

The tension and anger radiating from Ryzel was so clear that I could almost see it! Red mixed with black and some purple...when would he learn that I was trying to join for the betterment of not just us but for his tribe as well?! 

“Eos-” Suddenly, a pair of hands slammed down on the table, my eyes only narrowing in growing determination as I looked at the Incubus. 

Like in the cabin, his eyes were glowing. 

“Damn it...how many times do I have to tell you this, my love...?”