“When Is A Monster Not A Monster? Oh, When You Love It.”

No words describe a mother’s tears, no words can heal a broken heart. A dream is gone, but then there’s hope, somewhere something is calling for you. Two worlds, one family.

"And a Hunting We Will Go" Series

Chapter I:

Summary: In retrospect, Elisa should've seen it coming-

Chapter II:

Chapter III:

Doll Tor, Derbyshire, England

Doll Tor, occasionally known as the Six Stones, is a small stone circle near Birchover, west of Stanton Moor in the Derbyshire Peak District. Dating from the Bronze Age, the circle consists of six standing stones.

More about Doll Tor…

haven’t drawn demona in awhile #gargoyles

XANATOS: Punch me in the face.

ELISA: Punch you?

XANATOS: Yes, punch me in the face. Didn’t you hear me?

ELISA: I always hear ‘punch you in the face’ when you’re speaking, but it’s usually subtext.

Super Rough Draft of Goliath and Xanatos being grandparents together.

From bitter enemies to doting grandparents. Never in Goliath's wildest nightmares did he think he and Xanatos would share a grandchild, but here they are now.

Fate often had a twisted sense of humor.

She was beautiful. But, oh so fragile and so small. Goliath couldn't keep his eyes off her, his precious newborn granddaughter. Her wings fluttered in her sleep with her tail firmly grasped in her hands as she curled into herself. Surrounded by blankets and warmth. Kept safe in her basin, protected from the outside world.

He wanted to hold her in his arms, but refused as he did not wish to wake her. 

"Still asleep?" Whatever blissful peace he relished in soon crumbled to shambles, Xanatos had returned with his treasured cup of coffee.

"Yes," 

"A beauty isn't she?" he smiled "She'll be a magnificent heir to my kingdom one day" Goliath frowned at the implication.

The thought of his little granddaughter growing up to be a charismatic, manipulative questionably ethical billionaire filled him with existential dread. Young Alexander may have turned out for the better in most cases. Most cases. 

But, he was still Xanatos' son and operated in his own questionable, manipulative ways. And when he wasn't that, he was Goliath's own personal headache. Nonetheless, his daughter loved Young Alexander so, thus condemning him. Never in Goliath's wildest nightmares did he think he and Xanatos would share a grandchild, but here they are. 

Tiwa. 

She inherited Alex and Fox's bright red hair and Aodh and Elisa's dark skin. A strange combination of Human, Gargoyle and fae all wrapped into a singular bundle of joy. 

To Goliath she was perfect from head to toe, only a few weeks old and he was already in love with her. Couldn't imagine now what life would be without her now that she's here. 

And he and Xanatos were both her grandfathers by blood. It was a bizarre notion, bizarre as it was horrifying in retrospect. He thinks back to the time where he desired nothing more than to hurl his pathetic body from on top the castle's cornices.

Goliath did not believe he could forgive a man like him. Even now, he wouldn't call what he felt towards him forgiveness in a sense, but perhaps more than an ally, and something in between that. 

While Xanatos had worked hard to make  amends for his wrong doings, never did an apology leave his lips. Goliath did not know if he even felt an ounce of remorse over his actions. Never did he make any indication if that was the case. 

Xanatos was an incredibly difficult person to understand. Let alone read. 

"What's the matter, Goliath?" He quirks a brow "cat caught your tongue?" 

"No." He says, tail swishing "I'm just not paying you any mind." 

"Oh?" 

"Your childish attempts to get under my skin will not work" 

"Not trying to." 

"Right." 

"I just want what's best for her" 

"And that is what exactly? Her to grow up to be an exact replica of yourself?" 

"No." He takes another sip from his cup "I want her to be better than me" the answer takes him back for a moment. Goliath is not sure if that statement was intended to have a double edged meaning. 

"You don't believe me?" 

"You are many things Xanatos, being straightforward is not one of them" the man chuckles softly wary of waking Tiwa. She's only but stretched out her tiny arms and legs other than that she hadn't stirred from her slumber since being put to bed an hour ago.

Soft snores fill the silence "do you still hate me?" 

"Hate isn't a word I would use" 

"So you do?" 

"Xanatos you broke the spell that me and my clan were cursed under intending to use us, even after I told you about what happened to the rest of my people. You lied, manipulated, even used my own mate against me, you tried to kill what remained of my family and after that took our home, the only thing we had left. Add the plethora of harm you did afterwards." 

More quiet followed "I didn't just hate you, I detested your very existence" 

"I have to ask why let your daughter be with my son? After all the bad blood between us, I know I gave you, your home back, but that did little warrant any warmth towards me" 

Goliath sighed "I wasn't the least bit happy about my daughter and Young Alexander's friendship in the beginning. I understood that they were both children, I understood that the boy was far too young to pose much harm let alone consciously do so. But it still filled me with alarm, I feared for her, I feared that perhaps you would or was trying to use your son to gain some semblance of trust again. To use and manipulate use through the bond of our children. I didn't put it past you. You've done worse.

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"What did I tell you about acting like jackasses in front of the baby?" Aodh was uncloth as ever, the added unbalanced hormones didn't help her already severe demeanor.

"Mh, forgive me daughter" 

"We were just having a polite disagreement" 

"You mean jackassery" she corrected "do I have to tell Auntie Fox and mom that you two are misbehaving again?" 

Xanatos self-serving smirk fell right off his face and went silent along with Goliath "yeah, didn't think so." 

Valentine’s Day-Xanatos and Fox.

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