Dalmet- oneshot

Amon Ta'al crouched in the moonlight. Dalmet stood in front of him. The incubus king hopped off the rock had stood on. "My son…" He said, red furred arms outstretched towards Dalmet. The cambion just looked at Amon before walking away. "Dalmet! It is Walpurgis Night!" Amon called.
      "Look, father, I cannot fool myself anymore. You are a monster." Dalmet growled. Dalmet was a cambion, half demon, half human. But for all outward appearances he was an average human.  He was black haired and bright eyed like his incubus father though. "This night is sacred, Dalmet! When you were young you vowed to up hold our laws!"
      "I was young, I did not have a family yet!"
      Amon growled. Behind him slunk the dove white form of his eldest daughter, Razreesh. "Brother," She sang out to Dalmet, "You are still young. It is only a phase."
      "Young? Young? I turn thirty next year and I have a child! I do not need him consorting with the Children of Lilith. He deserves better!"  Dalmet turned away, the trek back home was thankfully short. Amon took off to follow him. The red incubus landed in front of him, spreading his bat wings to block his path. Angrily, his son tried to shove him aside. Amon would not be moved. He was large, seven feet in height, and his hooves were driven deep into the ground. Dalmet only came up to his chest.
      Amon found himself knocked aside viciously. He toppled. His youngest child, a daughter named Jikei, glowered at him angrily. She has used her ram like horns to throw him. "Let him go, father. Not even I can stand you!" The young succubus led Dalmet home. "You should know, Kei, I hold no argument with you. You may come to visit whenever you like."
      Jikei shook her head. "You belong in the human world." She pointed through the window where Elsa, Dalmet's wife sat, her son on her lap. "As do they, they do not need to be pulled into our family's power struggles. Night, big brother. Furyion and I are going to Germany for the evening. We were invited by a coven to spend tonight with them." Dalmet waved as she flew. The sky darkened around her before a pit opened in the air, closing around her and blocking her from view.
Dalmet entered his home. Elsa was dozing off. He took Mikhail from her. Elsa looked at him cautiously. "Are they gone?" She asked. Dalmet nodded. "You won't see them anymore." He sat on the floor. Mikhail had long since fallen asleep. The boy was very small even though he was almost four years. His most puzzling feature was the fact he had no hair. Dalmet looked at his odd son one final time before putting him to bed. He went to his own bed, Elsa already asleep.
He watched the moon from the window. He would miss running in the night, his dark blood giving him the speed of the wind. But the time had come to fully cut ties with his brethren. Amon would only lead them all into dark places. Dalmet did not need that, especially with a little girl on the way. Amon would not stoop that low but acknowledging their presence would make his daughter fair game to any other incubus. The gods only knew what effect they would have on Mikhail. Dalmet slept easy that night, feeling sure his family would always be safe.