Paul might have been the cuter toddler, but I think that David is just plain adorable as a child. I love insane kids.
Betyl still filled out a tiny bit more as a young adult. She grew up really well! Is there a future for her and David? 
I know that she's older, but that's nothing a regular tattoo/makeover/whatever can't fix.
Beryl is not really concerned with the plottings of the Watcher. We'll see what she decides for herself. I agree, though. Paul lost his advantage as soon as they aged up.
I feel like Beryl and Wolfgang should learn athletics or get a body sculptor or something... 
Oh man, I think this is going to be the most interesting generation yet!
So far, it has been.
What are the sparkles in this image from?
An aura being cast by Wolfgang, who had just walked past them.
Is the name Pieta referencing the Michelangelo sculpture or just the artistic motif in general? Or neither?
David and his doll are both named for his planned skill.
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Being older definitely had its advantages. For one, Beryl was well on her way to becoming the famous singer she so desperately wanted to be.
And Wolfgang ... well, he felt very grown up indeed. Though he desperately wanted a purple dragon, his loving libations to his egg resulted in the armored black one. It's a shame, really. Wolfgang loved purple.
Plus it threw a wrench in his plans. He had been working hard at befriending Toni Mithrillan. He needed an "in" with the family.
It was much easier than he could've anticipated. Which might've been because Toni was helplessly attracted to him.
Because of this, when his true intentions were revealed by an oh-so-subtle inquiry into her brother, Riordan's, relationship status, Toni felt something akin to boiling rage.
Though to be fair, it's her own fault for ever thinking he was into women.
She introduced them anyway. What harm could it do? Her werewolf brother was pretty strictly heterosexual.
Not to be deterred, Wolfgang invited his crush home, hoping he would be lured in by the appeals of a dynasty home. Sadly, he was lured in by something else entirely.
Now, our heir, David, was an astute fellow. He saw what was going on immediately. And knew exactly how the fancy fairy in his home was going to react to it.
David had been growing into quite the little manipulator. Not in a malicious way, but when your brother is on the shorter end of the intellect stick, you learn pretty quickly how to make people do the things you want.
With Paul, it was mostly breaking into the seemingly abandoned manor on the far edge of town, that belonged to a mysterious friend of David's that no one was ever allowed to meet.
They'd dig through the catacombs, collecting gems and bugs, and David would always treat his brother to a rousing ghost story as a reward. Paul didn't think this was a very good reward, in all honesty, and neither did the butler, who had to wash his soiled underthings.
David got bored with his brother's lack of curiosity after a while. Since his parents acted ignorant about the house even existing, he felt like he wouldn't get in trouble if he went back on his own, and often. He knew that telling anyone the truth would just be chalked up to his insanity.
But, when he saw that schmoozing hussy Beryl moving in on Wolfgang's target, he felt a flash of sympathy. It may have also been a flash of opportunity, but David is a child and not really fond of complex emotional puzzles.
He spent a lot of time debating the solution. He may or may not also have debated what he could get out of it.
In the end, he approached Wolfgang and confided in him about his special friend. "He can help!" David insisted. "I'll give you directions to his house if you give me some fairy dust."
Wolfgang was a nice boy, but maybe more like Paul than like David. He believed the insane little boy without a second question.
In the dead of night, when the household was asleep, he slipped from his fairy house to investigate David's promise. It took some doing, but he worked up the courage and knocked on the door. It was Death who answered, and he appeared to be entertaining a mysterious fat old man in a tracksuit. It was possibly a bad time.
Wolfgang was understandably nervous. He began to stutter out his situation. Dynasty house, lost love, wants family. It was when the old man moved out of the way and he spotted Death's other house guest that he lost his train of thought entirely.
He'll never be entirely sure what happened next. But, he did know that it hurt.
In a daze, he walked into the house to retrieve the little boy and drag him home, barely aware of the fact that he was now in his skivvies.
He didn't ask any questions. It had been a mistake to listen to the crazy kid. And he felt really bloated besides. At least David came quietly. He left him at the doorstep and descended into Ava's old basement, wanting a real bed for a change.
David himself wasn't sure exactly what message Death had gotten from Wolfy's ramblings. But he wasn't really particularly worried.
Weee!
