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Jorge watched the parade of newcomers trickle in. The one girl had a whole entourage. And...a sheet? Huh...that was new. And...unless Jorge's nose deceived him, a mortal. This family dinner was going to be interesting. He smirked at the kiss from his wife, and moved his head so that he touched the top of her head with his cheek. "Mi Amor, I think we need to have a discussion when we get home."








Grell had been invited to a family dinner with his son and daughter-in-law. Actually, the girl was rather insistent that he meet her father. Grell was perplexed as to why, but he took her at her word. As they entered the temple with his grandchildren, he realized something was...off. First, he realized this wasn't a house, but an actual temple. Who in the world was her father?! Swallowing past the lump in his throat, Grell decided it would probably be best if he stayed with their little group. They rounded a corner into an extended, and tastefully decorated, dining room, with a large round table at the end. There was a small group already there, and his daughter-in-law plopped right into a seat as if it had her name on it. Gremlin hovered behind her mother, and Grell decided to take the seat next to his son. For safety. He didn't have his chainsaw anymore, so it would be best to stick as close to him as possible.

Amria smiled as more and more started to filter in. Good, at least there would be some interesting personalities here. She rolled her eyes at the one female who went and plopped herself down near the…well there really was no head of the table as it wa ma round. Specifically choosen, the shape was to make no one feel superior but for all to be equals.

She knew her father better than he did sometimes.

Turning her head slightly she looked up at Jorge. “About what my love? Are you not enjoying yourself?”

"Quite the opposite, Mi Amor", Jorge purred, turning his head to look her in the eye. "I think we need a few of these", he said, gently lifting the baby in his arms for emphasis. With a sigh, he flicked his eyes up to Jackal, sitting on the opposite side of Amria. "I suppose you want this one back, hmm?"

As more trickled in Mina noticed a mortal following along, she approached slowly and moved to sit close to those who she believed were in the Grendel family line. She greatly admired his attire and the gumption he had to show up in a den of vampire, she leaned in before speaking and offered her hand. "Hello, I hope I'm not intruding into a family moment but I'd like to extend my greetings to one as well dressed as yourself. I am Mina, and you are?" She watched him carefully while offering a calm smile.

Jacobite peered through the door, taking a slow, deep breath as he did. "Mother, this is a FAMILY gathering, you will be fine. I am sure Grandfather will be convincing his partner to behave, however that needs to be done." He glanced back at the woman behind him. He knew his mother was usually a vibrant and energetic woman, but right now, she seemed nervous, even mildly afraid and definitely extremely uncomfortable at approaching the home of Ravnos and Grendel.

He simply opened the door wider, and stood back, gesturing with one hand for his mother to enter. He glanced behind her at his own children, smirking a little at them, since neither of them seemed entirely sure of themselves either... None of them was sure if any of this was a good idea, which is why Bellia had decided to not bring her mate. He tried not to acknowledge the fact that he, himself, had a grandson walking besides her, too. He did vaguely wonder what his grandfather would think of his descendant's... Interesting choice of clothing.


Mary Sue straightened up at the smirk, not processing that it was sent to her grandchildren, and glowered at her son for a long moment, then straightened up further. "Don't play with me, child. You are not as directly affected by the..." She paused, a difficult and complicated expression crossing her face as she tried to figure out how to phrase this. "Let's call it politics of the recent changes." She knew she was almost certainly not her Maybe-Sort-of-Kind-Of-but-also-not-exactly brother's favorite existence, anymore than any of her sort-of-sisters were likely to be. "That said... Fine." She stalked through the door, head held high, and called out a greeting. "Hellooooo. Congratulations on the new home, Ravnos and Grendel. It's always lovely to something so well outfitted."



Bellia and Rebellio followed, staying close together... They were closer, by far, to each other than they were to Kartegayna, for... Various reasons... staying behind their grandmother as they entered, though Bellia gave her father a look that spoke volumes of 'If this goes to Hell, I blame you.'


Kartegayna, on the other hand, practically wriggled into the room, her eye taking in the details of everything, her... Eye... Ribbon... flapping behind her as she grinned wide. "Oh this IS a lovely place, an absolutely perfect love-nest. I MUST ask Great-Grandpa for tips on home decor!" She said, in utter delight, looking around to see who was here.


Demaskus was the last to enter, save for Jacobite (Who followed him the rest of the way in, and shut the door.). He looked around as well, but did not say much. He wondered if his sister would come, and silently hoped so. He was... Always more comfortable with her around.

The temple doors opened slowly as Lilith entered her childe’s home. That shock of fiery red hair, which had obviously passed down throughout her bloodline like wildfire if this room was any evidence, swept up into a simple but elegant style. Held together by golden hair pins and adorned in small, golden, seeds the shape of nine pointed stars. A few loose curls had fallen free, framing her face in a comely way. Gentle gaze, as red as rubies, sweeping the room. She felt frozen in place.

So many faces. Some she hadn’t seen since they were small, some she’d never seen before tonight. For a moment she wondered if she should leave. Part of her, the part that was a mother, ached to be here. The other part, the dark mother, felt like a wild animal in a cage. There would never be a part of her that felt completely at ease in a temple again. Even one so beautiful and warm as this.

Closing her eyes for a moment she collected those broken pieces and tucked them neatly away. This could be her only chance to see her bloodline like this, together under one roof. As those eyes slowly opened again she found her place and made her way over. The soft satin fabric of her dress rippled like water with each step. She chose to stand just outside, away from the intensity of the main table, waiting for her son’s arrival. An empty crystal wine glass stood among many others atop an ornate looking tray, she gently lifted it, admiring the beauty. Finding no reason to speak she simply kept quite. It was far more fulfilling to watch the array of personalities and individuals that filled the temple. Though there was blood here not of her line. Ravnos. Lilith smiled softly; her eyes suddenly brightening with pride. Ah, very good.