Inferno chuckled, a thought occurring to him.
"You can tell he's your real father," he said, a light smirk on his lips. "He's where you get your pussy from!"

Mawthrough popped up from behind a nearby rock.
"Did somebody say something about Chastity's pussy?"

Mawthrough grinned, despite the fact his body looked sore and blistered.
"Aww... I could talk about your pussy all day! How juicy it is, how -"
"AHEM." Inferno was giving Mawthrough a look only a true father could give when his daughter's unmentionables were being discussed - a blazing glare that would melt charcoal.
Mawthrough promptly shut up.
"What now?" he asked her, sulkily.

Mawthrough sighed.
"Fine, but you're helping me carry him." He took Inferno by the legs. "Grab his arm then start flying up. I'll guide your way."
"Do I get a say in this?!"
"No. Now don't be a spoilsport or I'll drop you."

"Yes father," Mawthrough grinned, "this is for-"
"You finish that sentence and I will render people unable to tell the difference between your genitals and a meatball-salami kebab."
"You only have one arm."
"All I need."
"Pretty sure you need both."
"I'm pretty sure you need to learn some manners."
"I'm pretty sure you need to appreciate when someone goes out of their way to rescue you."
"Oh no... do NOT get the impression that I owe you now."
"Oh, you owe me. You owe me BIG."
"NO. I. DON'T."
"How's about I let you pay it off in one go?"
"How?"
"You let me sleep in Chastity's room during Valentine's Day."
"I'd rather have you suck my - OWCH!"
"Sorry, sorry..."

The conversation continued in this vein until they reached the cottage. Mawthrough's grandmother was out tending weeds, when she saw the procession come in. She clicked her fingers and Ignirforce lumbered out.
"Just put him on Ignirforce, there's a good girl," she called to Chastity.

Ignirforce patted Inferno's bottom like he was a baby with gas and took him inside, Inferno's resultant death threats muffled by the old wood. Mawthrough's grandmother tutted, and followed Ignirforce in. "Oh, he'll be alright. Just not my most favorite of patients..."
The door closed, and Mawthrough landed next to her. He looked like he'd dived into a volcano, his entire body covered in nasty red sores and vicious blisters from the holy energies that had scraped him.
"How you feeling?" he asked.

Mawthrough shook his head and looked towards the hut.
"Inferno is the guy who left me a charred amnesiac husk. My grandmother will not be merciful."
From inside the hut - "I swear you must have a smaller needle than - YEEOWW!!"
Mawthrough grinned. "See my point?"

Mawthrough caught her look of concern.
"What's wrong?"

Mawthrough pulled her into a hug.
"Now listen," he whispered.
"It doesn't matter what happens. It doesn't matter how things turn out. It doesn't even matter if we make it or not. What matters is that we got each other, and that's alright for love... we'll give it a shot."
Then he burst out singing.
"WHOAAAAAAAAAAAA WE'RE HALFWAY THERE, WHOAAAAAAAAAAA LIVING ON A PRAYER!!"
Then he calmed down and blushed.
"But seriously, all that matters is that we're together and as long as we got that we can do anything at all. You understand?"

"Well that's tough -"
Mawthrough pulled Chastity close to him, his hands curling around her buttocks and squeezing.
"-because you're mine and he can stuff it. You're hungry so we're going to eat something. I know where you can get a nice eclair with lovely thick cream filling..." he winked suggestively, rubbing up against her.

Mawthrough rolled his eyes and followed her insistent tugging.

Inside the hut was a sight that was incredibly amusing.
Inferno had his bottom in the air and a large painful-looking needle sticking out of it.
Ignirforce was in the corner trying not to smile, and Mawthrough's grandmother was bumbling merrily around, thoroughly enjoying herself as she mixed various ingredients in pots and bottles.
"You off, dears?" she asked.