Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-35836714-20180917152403/@comment-36855838-20180922140356

"What have you got to say for yourself, son?"

We stand in the grandest hall of our home, a room lined with armor display cases and thick, red carpets.

"Dad, I-"

"You don't have to say anything, honey."

At that very moment, she sauntered in.

"Is that so?!" I bellowed.

"You have no place in these matters, demon! My son and I are speaking in private!"

"How rude of you, I'm a succubus, not a demon!"

"All of you are the same to me! You burn our homes and raze our cities!"

"We've changed!"

"You WHAT?!"

"Have you stupid paladins really not noticed?! Almost every monster is now a 'lustful mockery of their former selves', at least that's how the vampire up the street puts it!"

"Wait, you don't mean that nice young lady who baked us a pie the week we moved in?!"

"The very same! And you didn't even notice because you were looking for murder!"

"I. . . I don't know what to say."

"How about a sorry, hmm?"

"Sorry, really? I should cast aside centuries of tradition and training, to sleep with the descendants of the foul beasts who killed my great grandparents in cold blood?"

"That's your choice! Don't you get it? We determine our future now! Forget revenge, we're all tired of the perpetual cycles of violence. We long to find happiness in the arms of another. We want a future filled with love, instead of sorrow!"

She leans on my son, and he grasps her hand, gently.

I choke up, there's nothing I can say, I'm a relic of a time now gone, the world will move on without me, and I'll be left to mourn alone.

I drop my dagger, and my knees buckle. I land on the floor with a pathetic thud, doomed to irrelevance.

"Daddy, please don't be sad!"

Is- is she comforting me?!

This is not at all what would have happened. I was weak, I was her enemy! Why not kill me and get it over with.

She lifts my chin with a gentle caress, I see her tail lashing behind her. All I see is kindness in her eyes. However wrong she thinks I am, she doesn't want to hurt me.

"I don't even matter anymore."

I begin to weep.

"It's okay, daddy, it's okay to cry, just let it out."

She holds me close, those curves, I now realize, serve several purposes.

Her hug is soft, comfortable, and relaxing.

"Th-thank you."

I lean into her, as she helps me up.

My son hands me my walking cane.

"I'm sorry father, Ishouldhavetoldyouweweredatingearlierand-"

I smack my son upside the head.

"I don't know how succubi do this, but I'm arranging a proper wedding for you two, your late mother would like that, at least."

My new daughter-in-law leaps with joy.

"Thanks, Daddy!"

My son looks a little embarassed.

"Yeah, thanks Dad."

"I'll cover all the planning and costs, son, you cover the decorations and food, and daughter, you're in charge of wardrobe color coordination."

"Father, may I begin building the next branch of our house?"

"Sure, son! That's a tradition I can be proud to keep!"

Maybe I'll open a paladin museum, tell people about the past.