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“You’re…”

“Yeah.”

“And I’m-”

“Yes, boy.”

“So what abou-”

“Will yuh can it wit’ th’ questions already, son? Sheesh, one bit o’ ole news an’ yer firin’ off questions like a damn reporter…”

Everyone was in the living of Tuck’s old house, the gaggle of three sitting across from Tuck’s father-Parigius-and his mom who had been roused out of bed to come see the commotion being caused by Tuck’s company. Night had fallen, but the setting sun still had something of a glow lingering in the horizon just outside.

“Sorry, Pa...Ah’m jus’...tryna wrap muh head ‘round this…” Tuck was nearly speechless. His whole life, he always thought he was just a gator with a pussy that was cursed to be unnaturally horny by a werewolf that died a year after. Now it was revealed that his father was not only a demon, but a demon lord from the level of Hell that his now sworn enemy ruled? It was like being told by a loved one that the series of murders were unjustified and the assailant should be locked up forever, only for them to be outed as the killer.

Tuck was riding on some form of hope that his dad wasn’t the reason why the Angels thought of killing their own for the sake of new blood in their ranks.

After a while of shaking his head in his hands-this whole thing had his head drumming-he looked up. “Can Ah...see?”

Right away, he saw that stern gaze intensify with a narrowing of eyelids from the elderly crocodilian, immediately feeling regret for even speaking up about it at an hour like this, only for Parigius to sigh and clack his fingernails on the table between them all.

“If Ah show yuh, yuh promise not t’ make it ah big deal? Ah gave up what Ah was fer ah reason.” Tuck can understand, and he even glanced down at Todd-whose eyes seemed fixated on Parigius’ hairy belly.

“Ah swear, Pa. Really.”

The old gator looked like he was only going to do it on one condition, but before he could raise his hand to object Tuck’s mom grabbed it before he could utter a word. “Just do it, Par’. More you hang back from answering our boy’s questions, the less time they have to get back on the road so we don’t get tangled in their mess. Unless I forgot, we still have to worry about your kind’s critters fooling around with our crops.”

Parigius growled, sounding like he was about to snap at his own wife for telling him to make haste, only for his scales to suddenly spread with white like a skin rash. All over, his green became a bleach nearly blinding to look at when it started to glow in the light; a white ring of fire enveloped the space above Parigius’ head, his maw was filled with several more teeth that lined the sides of his muzzle, ivory horns reached for the ceiling like masts to be raised for sailing, and hair adorned on the topside of the old gator’s tail. He held out his palm, and right away a cane similar to the one Hargolem carried on his person materialized in a burst of white fire.

Here was Parigius, retired Grease Angel.

Tuck was astounded; he never would have thought him calling his father Pa was just the tip of the iceberg for who they truly were. Seems surreal to think he had demon in his lineage. “Pa, yuh look...look like uh…”

“A nightmare.” The trio all shuddered from the deep tone the old gator relayed to them. “A real treat to poor souls that wander into that diner.”

“No Pa...Ah was gettin’ at yer looks-yuh look like ah real piece.”

“Enough with the perverted pick-up lines, son. You asked me to loose my mortal look, now what?”

Ah right, back to business. Tuck cleared his throat and did his best not to suddenly assume he was a stranger and not this ex-demon lord’s son. “Dad...is there any way...Ah could help a friend uh mine…? He’s...like you, but not an Angel. He got took by yer...uh….”

“Grymslow.”

Nailed it before Tuck potentially offended the old demon. “Yeah.”

“This friend of yours wouldn’t happen to be Hargolem, would it?” Tuck saved his gasp of surprise that his dad knew exactly what he was about to start getting at after hobbling around the house showing it off to the boys before Margo forced him to sit down and talk to his parents, and nodded. “I figured. I may not be the lord over them, but I can still gather word all the same. Whatever it is that he’s gotten into, soon it may be too late for hi-”

Right on cue, Margo slammed his hands on the table and cut off Parigius from laying down a cold, hard truth. “We’re not here for premonitions. Tell us how we can get in that diner and get my brother out of there!”

“Watch your mouth!” Tucker’s mom jumped in, but Parigius was already prepared for that kind of lashing.

“I am sorry, truly, but whatever he has gotten into is going to kill him.”

“That’s why we’re trying to get him out of that situation, Parigius!” Margo was on his feet now, feeling like he was being told Satan was exclusively straight and believed that God would never denounce sin again. “I don’t want him to suffer, I want things back to normal. Back before he...he..”

“Met me?” Tuck spoke up, getting his dad and his minotaur companion to stare at him with the kind of intensity that usually had him shirking back into a corner when he was younger. “Don’t sugarcoat it, Margo. None o’ this stuff woulda happened if Ah didn’t get involved wit’ all y’all demons. Gryms wouldn’t be interested in me so much, yer brother would be safe an’ Ah would have went on wit’ life not knowin’ that muh Pa was affiliated with th’ Angels. Woulda jus’ been hunky-dory…”

“Son...Don’t.” Tuck’s mom got up, slipping out of Parigius’ motion to keep her still and she pulled Tuck’s head up from hanging. “You know this ain’t all your fault. You cain’t predict what happens in yer future in a world like this one. Best to make the best of it, like I taught you right?”

Tuck grumbled in obvious, reluctant understanding and nodded. “Yes ma’am…”

“No more sulking. If ya want yer friend back, you need yer head up high, not deep in some mud pits waitin’ to get stomped by hogs. Your buddy’s waiting fer ya, even if it don’t seem like it, and y’aint gonna save him sittin’ here tryna make everything out to be yer fault, son.”

Tucker’s mom’s southern accent really came to light when she got determined, and it almost sounded out of place considering she didn’t look the type to get down and dirty on a farm with work needing to be done everyday. Yet here she was moving the room to be with her every step of the way. Slowly, Tuck came to look up at his mom, able to see the faint glow of white and red in his eyes before shutting them and nodding once more.

“Thanks Ma.”

“Don’t thank me yet, sug’. You still gotta get to where you’re going. Hun?”

Parigius perked up. “Hmm?”

“Yer an Angel, right?”

“Yes…?”

“Why don’t ya teach our boy how to be a demon? Show him what he’s made of. I gotta make food fer y’all so y’all don’t go havin’ nothin’ t’ fight o’er.”

“Little late for that, Pe-” She waved the old demon off before heading off into the kitchen, lights on and the smell of something sweet brewing up wafting in the air in almost record time for someone her age. However old that as. With that, Parigius turned to the boys and sighed. “Listen son, yer ah half-demon. That’s all said an’ done. But yuh weren’t showin’ signs uh...bein’ half-demon. Most o’ yuh half-breeds woulda start havin’ no control o’ how yuh turn, how yuh keep yerself in check. Yuh didn’t do any o’ that growin’ up ‘r now when yuh moved out, so it’s safe t’ say yer still th’ same as yuh were b’fore yuh got caught up wit’ this stuff.”

“But…” Tuck was confused. Hargolem, Margo and Jestov were all complimenting his pussy like it was special in their eyes, yet here was his dad telling him that’s not the case. “How am Ah gonna help Hargo then? If Ah’m jus’ ah gator in that world ‘r whatever it’s called, then Ah cain’t do much other than avoid gettin’ pinned down an’ helpless.”

“Boy, Ah taught yuh many things b’fore yuh up an’ ran off wit’ some ass that ain’t got heart left in they body, and Ah know fer ah fact that layin’ down an’ acceptin’ defeat when yuh got ah chance to fight wasn’t one o’vem. Yuh may not be demon-kinds uh special, but yer still special. Whatever yuh did to have a gut full of Grease Hog slop an’ not walk ‘round here like yer rude friend here-” Parigius flicked his hand at Margo, who merely snorted from being recognized, “-means yer ah lot mo’ than jus’ ah run-o’-th’-mill gator.”

“Yer...confusin’ me Pa…”

“He’s saying you’re above average, in a way.” Todd clarified, having been dead silent the entirety of their exchanges up until this point, which left Tuck to quit babbling and think on that. So, everyone was exaggerating his prowess, or he was just undermining how special he actually was. Either way, it was better than nothing so he’ll take it.

“Thanks, li’l dude.”

“If anything, ya’ll find that bein’ as yuh are is good fer this li’l shindig yer tryna pull fer yer buddy.”

“Nah, Pa”, Tuck shook his head at that, “this is gon’ be life ‘r death. Second any o’vem crazy folks see either Margo ‘r Todd they’re gonna get dogpiled like horse t’ one stack uh hay.”

“I meant what Ah said.” Still, the younger gator didn’t see how one can compare this suicide job as nothing more than a dance. Maybe he was missing something. But it would have to come in a revelation later, for the second his Mom rung a bell in the kitchen both of the hulking scalies were out of their seats and at the table before neither Margo or Todd could ask if that was her being done with the food she planned on making. Left dumbfounded at how fat crocodilians could ever move that fast, the minotaur and otter hauled themselves in the kitchen just in time for the family to get done saying grace and offer two chairs between them.

With Todd on his left and Margo on his right once more, Tuck dived into his food like he were truly at home. Sure, there was a glaring problem with trying to keep things in a good light, but it can’t hurt to not mull over it. Parigius was right, they can do this. They just gotta fight on and on without a trouble, and then maybe Tuck can try to see what he can do for Hargo in case Grymslow’s a little too…’playful’ with him. Oh he hoped not-Tuck was a pacifist but he swore if he had to deal wi-

“Stop that.” Par’ suddenly spoke, Tuck snapping out of a stupor and realizing that he was chewing on air instead of the chicken leg full of meat.

“Wh-wha?”

“Your mind. Whatever it is yer buzzin’ on ‘bout in yer head’s making e’eryone antsy. See?” The old gator gestured to the table and Tuck saw that he was right; Margo was bending his fork to the point where it caved in on itself twice over, Todd looked like he was trying to melt his plate with his heated gaze, and his mother looked ready to storm out of the kitchen like she was losing an argument and needed a breather to get her point across. With that in mind, Tuck calmed himself down and the rest followed suit.

“Ah didn’t...know Ah could do that…”

“Well know yuh know not t’ do it again.” Moving on, everyone’s plates were cleaned without a crumb left behind, Margo offering to wash everything since he did the most damage to the cutlery than anyone else and he needed more time to get his head together being off on his own while everyone else went back into the living room.

Tuck’s mom headed up to bed, leaving Tuck and Todd to stay with the old male until the lad finally spoke again. “Do you...miss being a demon lord, Pa?”

“What’chu mean?”

“Ah mean...yuh look like yer ah...well, a mortal as some demon folks call ‘em, but jus’ shaped like ah demon. Don’t really seem uncomfortable.”

“Hmmm...I guess it does look like Ah do this more often ‘an not...then again, how else am Ah supposed t’ keep yer mom in check when we were itchin’ fer ah baby like yuh?”

Tuck’s brow crinkled like a wrapper in an instant, confusion wrapped around his whole expression like a cream spa treatment. “...Come again? Why do yuh need t’ be ah demon fer…”

The look Parigius was giving him betrayed a fact that he was nearly getting a hold of, but when he staved off in favor of letting his thoughts finish it, Tuck gasped. “Wait Ma is t-”

Parigius’ cane came and flicked that mouth shut. “Not anymore. She was when we did it, an’ Ah prefer not brinin’ up lookin’ o’er her gettin’ her demon self ripped off her like ah second skin. Jus’ take that wit’cha on yer way out. Ah’m going to bed.” In an almost undignifying manner, the older gator hauled himself off the couch, seemingly pausing in his stride to scratch at his hip from within his sleeping shorts before he let himself turn back to normal on his way upstairs. And thus, Tuck was left dumbfounded from the second bombshell in a row and Todd was left...blushing?

“Your family is weird, Tuck.” Margo popped in and snapped them out of their collective stupors, wiping his hands off on his pants and brushing something off his shoulders. “But, you heard Parigius. We gotta get going. If he’s right about there not being enough time to wait, then we gotta get moving. Fast.”

“But what ‘bout th’ Queens? Don’t yuh wanna make sure they ain’t workin’ fer Gryms?” Tuck saw both the minotaur and otter head for the front door, so he followed suit. “Why not just sleep fer ah bit anyhow, it’s been ah long day o’ nothin’ but info bein’ thrown at us.”

“We’re demons, we don’t need sleep. Just you.”

“But sleep is nice…”

“Not nice when you don’t have a soul.”

Welp, got him there. And as the two kept moving to the wrecked car that still somehow drives without a hassle, Tuck hobbled on over thanks to the dildo still wedged in his cunny. What he wouldn’t give to push it out of him, but he knew if they were getting a move on now then they couldn’t avoid being given away.

As Margo and Todd loaded themselves up in the front, Tuck got himself in the back, portraying as much disappointment in having to leave home so soon after coming back. He looked to the house, for it was visible from the front gate but nothing in detail, and the gator perked up when he saw his father and mother in their bedroom window looking down at the car rumbled to life. He wished he could wave at them, but the car situation prevented much movement for his arm to reach the glass, so he used his foot just as Margo started pulling out for the road. He hoped they noticed.

Would be a shame to have his unwashed sole be the last they see of their son.