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What kind of man was Clancy really?

Yes, Seymour kept hearing what an awesome witch he was, but what did that even mean? Had he been particularly powerful? Skilled maybe? The only thing Seymour knew for sure was what a terrible father he was since all this magic bullshit had clearly been more important than stepping up and being a fucking parent.

Wow…

Where did that come from?

Maybe he was more bitter than he’d realized.

Being told he was going to die certainly hadn’t helped his mood much either. He had never thought much of his own death before, but now it was stuck in the forefront of his mind. He’d already come close several times thanks to the monstrous world he had discovered, and having to face his own very squishy mortality had left him unsettled.

He couldn’t die.

No, not this soon.

Not when, for the first time, it actually felt like he had a future to look forward to. He had a literal angel and an adorable little cat girl, and while yes, the whole monsters and almost dying stuff wasn’t so great, he honestly hadn’t been this happy in ages.

Wow, it was sort of having a?—

He flinched when Sariel touched his arm.

“Seymour?” Sariel frowned.

“Oh. Hey.” Seymour forced a smile.

Sariel tilted his head. “Where did you go?”

“What do you mean? I’m right here.”

“You seemed to be thinking very hard.”

“Oh, well. I guess. Not that hard.”

“You did not even notice Day leaving.”

“What?” Seymour sat up straight. “Where is she?”

“She is all right,” Sariel soothed. “Marcus came by to explain that there was a delay in our order. Some trouble in the kitchen, I believe. Day expressed a desire to explore.”

Seymour looked around worriedly. “Is that fuckin’ safe?”

“She is an invisible undead cat demon who can swallow monsters several times her size in a single bite. I do believe she is going to be fine.”

“Well, all right.” Seymour slurped his drink, finding it almost empty. He looked for Marcus and found him on the opposite side of the room, gazing up at the singer on stage like a lovesick puppy.

Ha, that was funny.

Because he was a werewolf.

Anyway.

“Are you really all right?” Sariel brushed his hand over Seymour’s, sliding into Day’s seat to be closer.

“Yeah. No? I don’t know.” Seymour sighed heavily. “Just thinkin’ ’bout my dad and all this monster stuff. The music sheets, the murder, all of it.”

“Aries are not known for deep thinking,” Sariel mused. “Perhaps you were born on a cusp.”

“What?” Seymour laughed suddenly. “Does that mean I’m supposed to be stupid?”