With their bellies full and hearts even fuller, the reunion continued into light conversation, stories from the past, and laughter echoing through the cheerful walls of Daily-Mealsâa place where old friends met again, and the next generation learned the meaning of true family.
As Safari, Angeleva, and their twins said goodbye to Jen and stepped back into the bustling streets of Planet Satan, the warm feelings of nostalgia were soon replaced with tension.
In a narrow alley nearby, a commotion drew their attention. A man, armed and shaking, was pointing a gun at a terrified little boy. Three large bodyguards stood between him and the gathering onlookers, keeping everyone away.
The twins halted in their tracks.
Their wings stiffened.
Their eyes locked onto the scene.
The sight of an innocent child held hostageâfrightened and tremblingâstirred something inside them. A deep, instinctive rage. Not just any rage, but the kind Safari once carried as a child on Sappy, watching the weak be abused. And like their father, they couldn't stay still.
Without a word, both twins launched forward, unleashing the power inherited from Safariâtheir small frames packed with fierce, raw strength.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
The three bodyguards were knocked into the nearby walls before they could even react. The air cracked with the force of the impact. Onlookers gasped.
The armed man stumbled backward, holding the child tighter, his gun shaking. "S-stay back! I'll shoot!"
The twins' eyes glowed faintly with a purple hue.
"Let. Him. Go." the boy said, his voice darkening.
"Or we'll hurt you," the girl added, her fairy wings twitching with suppressed power.
The man, foolish and desperate, refused. "You little monstersâ!"
Before he could finish, both twins moved as one. They launched forward with Devil Dash, slamming into him with a force that cracked the pavement.
He flew back, landing hard.
Then came the light.
Two brilliant Fairy Beams shot from their fingertips, striking him mid-air and launching him even farther, crashing into a distant wall with a cloud of dust and groans.
The child stood still, blinking, then burst into tearsâthis time not from fear, but overwhelming relief.
Safari stepped forward, placing a hand on the kid's head as the twins ran up to him. "You're safe now. Go home, alright?"
The kid nodded, wiping his tears.
Safari turned to look at his childrenâpanting, wings still spread, horns glowing faintly.
"Yup..." he muttered with a smirk. "They act like Angeleva... but when they get mad, they are definitely my kids."
Angeleva nodded, laughing gently. "Fairy heart. Devil fury."
Suddenlyâ
Click! Click! Click!
A familiar camera flashed.
"Whoaâhold up! Did I just witness that?! This'll be the scoop of the decade!"
They all turned to see a familiar figure running toward them, camera in one hand, two small kids clinging to himâone, a shy four-year-old girl gripping his shoulder tightly, and the other, a two-year-old boy he balanced effortlessly in his arm.
"Wait a minute..." the man squinted at the twins. "Those horns... those wings... wait, WAIT A SECOND!!"
He froze.
His camera clattered against his chest.
"NO WAY! Big Bro! Big Sis!"
Safari blinked. "Ian?"
The kids tilted their heads as Safari introduced him. "That's your Uncle Ian. Cameraman... bit of a loudmouth."
The twins stared at him for a second and then grinned. "It's the scary cameraman!"
Ian gasped, dramatically clutching his chest. "They already know me?! And they call me scary?! I've been immortalized!"
Angeleva laughed softly. "Looks like some things never change."
Ian danced in place with excitement, his own daughter giggling and joining in while his toddler son clapped with curiosity.
"I can't believe this!" Ian said, nearly in tears. "It's been eight years, and nowâjust look at this! You two have kidsâbeautiful, powerful, fairy-devil kidsâand you're still out here saving people like always... This is going to be my biggest documentary ever."
The twins joined him in his giddy bouncing, laughing and dancing like they'd known him forever. As if the stories and photos had already made him a part of their world.
Safari watched with a smile, arms crossed.
Angeleva gently rested her head on his shoulder.
Their children.
Their old friends.
Their new legacy.
The twins, still bouncing with energy from their earlier adventure, suddenly clung to Ian's arms again.
"We wanted to meet you for so long, Uncle Ian!" the boy twin said, his wings fluttering.
"We saw so many pictures of you in our family album!" the girl added excitedly. "You were always there!"
Safari chuckled. "Guess they had you on their minds all this time."
Angeleva smiled. "You made quite the impression, Ian."
Ian proudly puffed out his chest, one hand holding his camera and the other juggling the two kids in his arms. "Well, what can I say? I am pretty unforgettable."
Safari then raised a brow. "Wait, are you... babysitting?"
Ian paused.
Then grinned.
"Nope. These little monsters are mine."
The twins blinked in surprise. "Wait... you're a dad?!"
Angeleva's eyes sparkled. "Who's the mother then? Don't tell meâ"
Ian grinned sheepishly. "Someone you both know."
Without wasting another second, Ian led them all to his house nearby.
Once there, he used his foot to nudge open the door. "Welcome to the HQ of chaosâmy house."