Witch's Daughter And The Devil's Son

At the crack of dawn, Drayce woke up, only to find the two women were still in the deep slumber of sleep. A light smile painted his lips as he saw how Seren was sleeping like a child with her hand wrapped around Evanthe who was sleeping straight, facing the ceiling.

His wife was clearly enjoying the warmth of motherly love, something she had missed all her life. Not wanting to disturb them, Drayce quietly slipped out to prepare everything before they woke up.

After a while, Evanthe stirred in her sleep and sat up in bed. She realized it was already morning and could hardly believe she had slept for so long. Feeling the movement, Seren woke up as well. She rubbed her eyes and sat up in bed.

"It's already morning?" she wondered.

"Yes, even I'm surprised to find myself sleeping past dawn after so many years," Evanthe turned to Seren. "It seems it's all because of you. Sleeping next to you was truly comforting."

"It's true," Drayce entered the room, already dressed in fresh clothes. "I'm not sure what magic she has, but it's truly comforting."

Seren looked at the two in surprise. "It's just because Mother was exhausted."

"No, I stand by what I said," Evanthe replied. "Maybe it has something to do with your elemental power. You are nature itself, which can be soothing. No wonder my son won't stay away from you even for a single night."

"I think the same," Drayce added.

Seren didn't know what to say.

"Also, you are one of those rare creations that have no evil in them," Evanthe added.

Seren blinked a few times. "I see no evil in you two as well."

Evanthe chuckled softly. "Evil doesn't always mean being a bad person. Even the most dutiful and selfless person can have their own evil hidden inside, which may not be prominent but can surface at times. Drayce and I, we have our own darkness. We are not perfect."

Seren felt like she couldn't fully understand it.

"You are pure, Seren. What evil lies within you is this hellfire, which is destructive, but you have no evil of your own. Your purity is the reason you can bear being a vessel to it, or by now, you would have been affected by it," Evanthe explained.

Seren could only nod.

Evanthe turned to Drayce. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"You two were sleeping soundly, so I didn't want to disturb you."

"You're spoiling me, Dray. If I get used to such sleep, I might seek out your wife often, and you might end up hating me."

"I won't," Drayce replied. "As long as it's you, Mother, I don't mind."

Evanthe felt speechless. Her quiet son had become much more open in expressing his affection toward her these days.

"You might make your wife jealous if you show too much affection to your mother."

"I won't," Seren interjected immediately. "I'm fine with it."

Evanthe frowned and stood up. "You two are too sweet for my liking. I'll go out and stretch my old muscles."

Seren giggled. "I don't see a single old muscle."

Evanthe sighed as she continued toward the door. "Not just old, but rusty as well. You'd better give me a grandchild soon before I'm too old to play with them," she said as she left.

Seren continued to giggle at Evanthe's words. "Your mother is funny."

Drayce offered her a light smile and sat on the bed. "Did you sleep well?"

Seren nodded, only to see Drayce leaning in to kiss her.

She moved her face back. "What are you doing? Mother is here."

"Didn't she say to give her a grandchild soon?" Drayce asked as he kissed her.

With her eyes fixed on the door, Seren let him kiss her for a moment before pulling away. "No more. Don't embarrass me in front of your mother."

Drayce chuckled and didn't push further. "I've already prepared a meal…."

"This overly capable son of mine leaves nothing for me to do," they heard Evanthe's displeased voice coming from outside. "He's determined to make me feel old and useless."

Seren giggled again. "What did you do, Dray?" She was clearly enjoying having her mother-in-law around.

The smile on his lips widened as he found his mother's complaints endearing as well. "I just cooked a meal for the three of us."

Seren understood. "Why is your mother so cute?"

"You should ask her."

"Drayce Ivanov," Evanthe called out. Drayce immediately stood up and went outside, with Seren following him.

"Yes, Mother?" he looked at the seemingly angry woman.

"There's nothing left for me to do. You've cooked a meal, brewed tea, packed everything—what's left for me to do?" Her eyes narrowed at him. "Why don't you just travel to Agartha on your own as well?"

"Apologies, Mother. Next time, I'll let you cook," he replied like an obedient son.

"Good. I'll make your favorite meal that you used to love as a child. Even if your taste has changed, I don't care. You'll have to eat it anyway," she declared.
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He understood that his mother wanted to cook for him like she used to in the past, and he had taken that opportunity away from her. "I still like it, Mother."

"Good," she said, turning to Seren, who had a wide smile on her lips. "And what are you smiling at? Do you want to fall sick by standing there without warm clothes?"

Drayce turned to look at his wife and immediately dragged her inside, wrapping her in a thick blanket. "Mother's right. You can't be out like that."

Seren allowed him and replied, while being wrapped in thick blanket like a little kitten. "I couldn't resist seeing her angry at you."

Once he made sure she was covered, he looked at her. "You seem to be enjoying it, huh?"

"A lot." She smiled like an innocent child seeking her own entertainment. "Why don't you make her angry again?"

"Suggest that if you don't want me to travel with you two."

"You're clearly scared of her anger," Seren mused happily.

"She is my mother, after all," he didn't deny. "I do not wish to upset her in any way."

"I understand."