In mere moments, as the children were carried away, the three boys would look towards one another in confusion, watching the two parents talk to each other in such excitement. They mostly tuned out most of their conversation, though Zazel was quick to notice that they were closer than anyone else he's seen. He'd see the mother getting close and snuggling at the father's chest, despite being a bit taller than him, as well as the father making goofy noises to try and make her laugh. He can't help but smile at seeing such a couple. Solomon, however, would nudge at the demon, gesturing at Harvard's expression.
Fear.
His eyes were wide as he held tight to his mom, struggling to even hold himself together without panicking and screaming internally. A thousand yard stare into nothingness, darting his pupils around in paranoia, as if he's committed the biggest sin of his life. Zazel would tap Stolas on his shoulder to see such a friend in distress, as they'd try to reach out to him to see what was wrong. Harvard merely looked up and gestured that he'd explain it all later once they arrived at a nearby home, large enough to match the Witch Hour's lobby and assortment of rooms that acted as the first floor. Decorations adorned, all of which spanned and came from many other places, photos of the couple, as well as some photo's of Harvard himself, ranging from him as a newborn smiling and teething on a toy, to him when he was ten and was trying to swordfight with his father using sticks. "Home, sweet Home! Make yourselves comfortable, boys! Mama's gonna make all sorts of stuff for you! Hope you're hungry!" The mother would state with such whimsy and wonder, it was as if she was acting like a princess herself, quickly skipping and leaping away to the kitchen, with the Father quickly following her to help her out.
"Harvard, are you-" Zazel would ask, before the Card Magician gripped all three and loomed over them.
"We're friends, right?" He'd ask. The boys looked towards one another and nodded. "Ok. Good. Never bring up the whole Monster Magic thing I have right now."
Curiosity got to them instantly. "Seriously? Why? Do they hate it or something?"
"Multiple reasons: One, Spade, if it IS him, is probably keeping a close eye on us with everything. He's going to probably find some way to twist this into a hellhole for ME, and that's gonna end up including the folks I actually care about. Two, NOBODY in my family has even thought of TRYING what I did. They'd FREAK if they found out I can just do this...-" He'd pause himself as he'd have his neck snap multiple times, spinning his head both vertically and horizontally, rotating it around as if it was a globe, before finally stopping. "...On a regular basis! And Three.....Drawing a blank for the third reason, give me a second."
"They'd freak? They seem the happiest they can be! How would they-?" Zazel would ask before noticing something next to him. Heirlooms of distant lands, as well as some photos of people that none of the children recognized. A woman on a train, with creatures that constantly stare at her. An Elder with a cane, taking a walk across the woods, with a vampiric emissary looming over. A Man with a living sword, constantly drinking the blood of whatever it hits. Another Elder with a Chimera resting on his side, as he'd stare directly at them. "....Question....Who are they?" Zazel asked quizzically, before the Mother quickly arrived with a few cookies, seeing the interest of the demon and giggled a bit.
"Oh! That's our ancestors! You'd be surprised to know how much the Helsing name has spread while we were hunting." She'd answer, stunting the demon somewhat.
"Hunting!?"
"Mhm!" She'd place down the tray of cookies and letting the boys take one, before reaching up to hold a picture, one with the living sword. "You see, we're technically a really popular group of bounty hunters, with our main goal of utilizing the very beasts that try to kill us as our aid. Like this one: Boreal Helsing, Swordsman in arms! He found a Mimic during his expedition in one of those abandoned kingdoms. In a few days, he made that Mimic become his living blade, constantly feeding it in his battles. Blood, energy, skin, sweat, you name it, it enhanced it! Ahhhhh...I still remember how needy it was, trying to steal food from our pantries." The boys couldn't believe what they were hearing, as they turned towards Harvard to verify. He can't help but laugh nervously and nodded, before seeing her take up a new picture, the woman on a train. "Ooh! This one's a personal favorite. This one is actually my niece, Nokyaa Helsing! She was trying to travel on a locomotive, solid steel with a massive row of mouths as far as she's known, which was suppose to travel across other worlds to find more monsters in our cause. She ended up traveling into an alternate world, a kingdom filled with small, animal-like creatures. She still writes me some letters from time to time about these beasts. Most people assumed she was dead, but I know a survivor when I see one, fufu~!"
Stolas would try to reach out for a photo he somewhat recognized, seeing a few cowboys surrounding a man. "What about that one? Who's that one, Mrs.?"
"Oh him? Oh he's a NIGHTMARE of a gunslinger. Barax Helsing, possessing a style of magic known as 'Bar Magic.' Imagine if you can have the ability to spontaneously summon a jail cell to imprison people, locking away their abilities within the confines of the walls and floor itself, then couple that with the Flatwoods Monster, and have it be used as a personal guard across those very cells, never to have a chance of attaining back what they lost. Nobody, and I mean, NOBODY was able to catch him thanks to that combination. Had to die of old age just to free the millions of prisoners he kept in there! Some say they reformed whilst being stuck in such a realm. I'd like to think that's true." Her mind swooned over such a rather disturbing thought, immediately snapping back to reality once she thinks such examples were enough. "Regardless, monsters are intertwined with us, like a thread and needle, weaving and tightening the very fabric that is our symbiosis. Our beautiful birthright that will always follow until our untimely demises. We thrive on having our creatures ensure that nobody can face us without a proper equal to their name. It's a perfect cycle, and I wouldn't begin to imagine the thought of us without it!" Despite such a cheery face and a small chuckle, she almost looked maniacal with her smile, as if she was on the verge of snapping, before the father swooped in and wrapped his arms around her, pelting her in kisses, giving her the love she needed.
"...Okay maybe I can see why you said she'd freak." Zazel whispered to Harvard, watching his family be lovey dovey to one another, despite such sadism being evident on her face.
"Naaaaaaaaaaaaah, YAH THINK!?" Harvard whispered back