A/N: So the main bulk of the story is over, but I'm still going to do random little scenes. Sort of like OVAs in Anime. Same universe and all, but there's no real big plot or anything. Just a little more story for you to enjoy. 

Also, I believe I've said this before but no harm in saying it again. Even tho certain characters in this story have had Daddy kinks (Ex: Ghost, Paris) the only couple that's in an actually DDLG relationship is Cecil and Kitty. 

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Nearly every room in the mansion had been terrorized by Marci's lack of control over her telekinesis. It was a crude realization for everyone. As soon as they were off bed rest, they'd have to spend time recognizing their rooms. For someone like Kettil, that was a bigger nightmare than the attack itself. Whenever Joy woke from her comatose state, she was sure to have a heart attack.

Beau found it therapeutic, however. After spending two days straight treating his patients and getting them back to themselves, he needed a break. Even if that meant re-stacking every book in his office. He was still pretty banged up from the fight. The fact that the toxin had worn off on him as fast as it did was a blessing. Many of the others still had yet to be able to move.

He tensed up when he heard the door open. For once, he wasn't hiding his wings. After keeping them concealed in front of his patients while he was so weak, he didn't have much energy left to make them disappear. 

"Relax." Jasper spoke as he closed the door behind him, "It's just me. It's been awhile since I've seen you with your wings out."

He continued placing books back on the shelves to get through the pile in his hands. "Don't think it's because I've changed my mind about concealing them. I just don't have much energy right now to be wasting it hiding them when I'm alone." He turned around to pick up more novels, realizing a change had occurred in his old friend. "Your hair... You changed it. I never thought you'd ever budge from your black hair."

His long locks remained the same length. In fact, they may have even gotten longer, but now the majority was a ashy white. The top still held true to it's black as night shade. Jasper walked over to Beau's desk, hoping on it to sit. "We all have to change sometime. I figured I'd refresh my look in honor of so many wonderful new things happening. Plus, with a new body, why not have new hair?"

"I nearly forgot you had a new body. You're still as alluring as ever." He charmed. Beau finished putting away the last of the thrown books. He changed his attention to his old friend, setting his hands on either side of him on the desk. "With as much control as you have over yourself, I find it hard to believe you can't turn off your ability to make everyone you encounter desire you."

"Hmm, maybe I just like to play with you." Jasper traced his fingers up his thigh slowly, "Maybe, I just want to test your self control. You were the one that told me you weren't attracted to me, but simply my sexuality."

He seeped a low growl of anger, "Stop trying to put me under a spell. If you want to fuck me it's not going to happen." Beau pushed himself back from Jasper. He walked around his desk, gazing out the window to ignore him.

"My dear, why would I bother with you when I have an entire manor full of servants?" He remarked cockily.

"Because I'm the one you can't have. You forget, I've worked alongside you for many years. I know you like a challenge. And, you like a conquest. It seems your victor over Tesla has left you craving more." 

"Damn you, crows." He scoffed, sauntering towards the door, "I hate your intuition. I can't ever play my games with you."

Beau lowered his head slightly. He closed his eyes, thinking about the only other crow he'd ever even heard of. Though he'd never met Angelo, Chris and Finch had both spoken so fondly of his warmth. How his life ended, Beau feared he'd meet the same fate someday. Crows tend to die by the hand of murder. Their rarity makes them high game for hunters.

"We must know when we're being toyed with. It's the only way we can survive. I must admit, Chris and his husband's death has set some fear in me. To be honest, I've been considering leaving my job in Asgard and remaining here full time." He admitted.

At Jasper's age, it was pretty hard to shock him. His eyes were as wide as they could be. The demon turned back around, studying his old friend. "Why would you ever feel the need to abandon your position so carelessly? To insult the Gods like that?!"

"I mean no ill will towards Odin and the other Gods. I am eternally grateful for the honor they bestowed upon me. To be deemed doctor to some of the most powerful beings our world has ever known, it is something I never thought I could say in my lifetime. However, it's put me on a pedestal for many to see, and I am afraid someone will try to knock me down soon. I would much rather live my life peacefully, in secrecy, here. I'd think you'd understand. All the power you possess, you could be right up there with them."

"You've chosen an interesting time to make this decision." He responded, "I plan to rebuild Vanaheim and creature a place for a new type of God. We won't toy with lives or even dare call ourselves as such, but we will have enough power to knock down anyone who dares to take away our peace. Everyone here, that's all they've ever wanted. We will take it by force if we have to."

"Kettil once said something to me that truly broke my heart. In fact, it's part of the reason I began to take this job so seriously. During one of our first therapy sessions, I asked him why he did what he did. He told me it was because he just wanted a quiet place to sleep. The boy had been tortured so much and put through so much agony that he was willing to kill just for silence. 

As a man who holds the title of saint, I should not be saying this, but the past few years have changed my mind about committing sins. Jasper, for their sake, do whatever you have to to keep this sanctuary. Though the other realms may see us as evil for using force and fear to protect Vanaheim, I see it as us preventing the end of the world. Could you imagine what would happen if patients like Asher, Marci, and Dusk were torn away from here? What their anger could result in?"

"The world would surely burn. I'm glad to have your support, Beau. I will need your strength to endure the trials that will come our way with our new course of action. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go strength our forces more." He smirked, revealing his fangs, "Quite a bit more, actually." 

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It really didn't matter how many titles or names Kitty held. The only person that truly made her feel like royalty was her husband. His love meant more to her than any crown. Naturally, she spent all of her time at his bedside. Being Ricky and Ghost's son, Cecil was resilient. He bounces back pretty easily. A few cuts and bruises, and some toxin smoke, wasn't going to take him down.

"My pretty princess," He mused, "You need to stop worrying about me so much. I told you, I'll be okay." 

She was sat in his lap, her legs tucked under her. Fairies weighed a lot less than humans, even if they had the same body size. The magic inside of them caused them to be lighter. It barely phased him to have her placed on him. 

"Are you sure? You still look not okay." She replied in her sweet baby voice.

He couldn't help but to smile at her innocence. "I'll heal, eventually. Maybe it'd help if you kissed it all better?"

That was something she could definitely do. Kitty peppered his face in kisses, each making his smile brighter. Her love was so pure. He never thought he could accept it, being a vampire. His whole life was spent being treated as the worst of the worst. Even demons thought vampires to be scum. When the whole world is against you, it's hard to feel like you could be someone that could be loved.

As Cecil and Shae had both learned, there was no reason to run from light creatures. They were kind, and they did have the ability to care of a dark creature. Unlike what they were told, fairies and light elves weren't all bad. People like Angelo proved not all angels are evil either. Truly, our species or race can't define our actions. Love crosses all boarders.

Cecil gently grabbed his wife's tiny hands, "Okay, enough, enough!" He laughed, "Now, Baby, it's about your bedtime, don't you think?"

"Nope." She chirped, "I don't think so. Not unless you're going to bed with me."

"Why wouldn't I?" He replied, brushing a strand of her blond hair behind her ear.

"Will you brush my hair for me before bed?" She asked.

He picked her up, setting her back down on the bed. "Of course." As he leaned over to get a brush from the nightstand, he heard a knock at the door. This late? It was concerning, so he figured he had to answer it. "Come in!"

It shouldn't have been a surprise that it was Jasper. The Devil got around. Now that he didn't struggle with an ill body, he liked getting to visit as many people as he could. He wasn't as antisocial as he seemed. He slipped in the door, shutting it softly. 

"My apologies for bothering you at such a late hour. I've been so busy cleaning up so many messes, but I wanted to make sure I got a chance to speak with you before you left. If you wouldn't mind, that is." He said.

"As long as it doesn't take very long. She usually is in bed by now." Cecil replied.

"Of course. It's a rather simple question. I try to maintain a certain amount of living creatures on the council. Ricky, Ghost, and Ryan filled Chris, Sebastian, and Maria's spots after their passing. Now, that Colton has been removed from our rankings and put to death, I have an empty spot. I would like to offer it to you, Princess."

"Me?" She shyly questioned.

"You can't just use her for her power." Cecil responded.

"Though her magical power and political power are impressive, those are not the only qualities I look for when selecting members of the society. I look for a caring heart. I've never seen someone will as much compassion as you, my dear. Please, don't rush your decision. Sleep on it, and we can speak in the morning." Jasper reopened the door, "Goodnight, Princess. Sleep well." Just as quickly as he'd arrived, he left. Despite all he'd done for them, for their family, he still always felt like a snake.

Cecil gently picked up her favorite brush. He sat down behind her, being careful of her fragile wings while brushing out her blonde hair. "Please, tell me you wouldn't consider this."

"I don't know..." She murmured, "I've seen him do good things, and your parents and uncles trust him now, it seems. Emerson and Remington do too, plus Deacon. Everyone I trust trusts him. I just can't help but feel there's something so... Dark about him."

"He puts off an energy that I've never felt before. It's not like normal dark creatures." 

"Maybe it's because his soul is so old. Energy has changed over time, so maybe his feels different because it was different at the time of his birth." Having her hair brushed made her eyelids go heavy from drowsiness. It could put any woman to sleep, honestly. The princess yawned, "I'm too tired to think about it, Daddy."

He set down the brush, wrapping his arms around her waist. Cecil gently kissed her cheek, "You don't have to, then. Lets get you to sleep."

That seemed like the best idea she could think of. Cecil removed his vest and jeans. Then he helped her to slip into a nightgown. The two climbed into their sheets, melting into each other. In sleep, it was easy to forget our burdens. For the night at least, she could act like he hadn't asked something so big of such a small girl.