A father
“A father has to be a provider, a teacher, a role model, but most importantly, a distant authority figure who can never be pleased. Otherwise, how will children ever understand the concept of God?” ― Stephen Colbert, I Am America
Even if Fenrir didn’t tote his children around wherever he went, it was no secret that he had children. He had alluded to this on previous occasions, and from his wikipedia page Beelzebub was able to learn that there were historically, two sons. It wouldn’t be a surprise if there had been other little ones over the great span of time since the eddas and now. She almost expected it, in a way.
This combined with the wolf’s general nonchalance about everything made him a perfectly good person to talk to about this. She could open herself for him, and he would not probe around ungratefully.
In a kinder world, they would have sat across from each other at a Starbucks, each producing pictures from wallets, or sliding phones across the table. In this world, it was a moment between cold breezes and the carried sound of a mother arguing with her child to put their damn mittens on.
The demon jerked her thumb in that general direction. “Kids, huh? How do you cope with all that?”
