Ganon

Ganon snorted in amusement. "A season for change, I see?"

"...Hm. So, there's 'Bowser Day', the anniversary of your first encounter with your nemesis, and now, this.......?" Ganon chuckled.

"Indeed....hmhmhmhm..." He bought Pink close, wrapping him under his blood-red cape as they embraced.

"Again, as you wish. I will still call you my Vai, though. Because you are indeed...Mine."

"...hm. Or perhaps you were stunned by when you were told before?" Ganon's smile widened. "You're not known for always remembering things clearly, dear Bowser."

"...a very apt answer, little one."

A hand gently ran through Bowser's pink mane. "I may miss this. But I will look forward to whatever is next."

A more...devilish grin came to the were-boar's jowls. "...well, that's at least what happened to the Roy and his Oscuro, in the realm of the Morton you've taken a shine to. Granted, he stopped being your clone, first, at least. And Roy was older."

"Especially blue...yes...?"

"...So he has yet to sweep any of your sons off their feet, then? Hmhmhmhm..."

Ganon still chuckled. "If you wish. Even I changed my 'look' every few eons."

"The child at least has the excuse of actually being young and immature." Ganon chuckled lowly, as a blue digit scratched lightly under the pink-haired King's chin. "...what's your excuse, hm?"

He tsk'd lightly. "The longer you stay on this stage, with the tapestry of time and space sprawling out every which way? The more you will find there are no shortage of threats to you and your kin. Even your various fights with your nemesis will seem like child's play..."

"...you go to a variety of sporting events with your nemesis. You even take your spawn in tow."

"But speaking of my Vai...whither wander you, Pink One...?" @Lord_Bowser

"If he's anything like the ancestor that remains a perpetual thorn in the boy's side? He may have Power worthy of notice, but his bluster about eliminating his own descendants and destroying everything is so very banal."

Ganon chuckled. "A shame. If you had better control of your magical might, any of those who made an attempt on you would eventually lose everything they are, including their very souls, to you." To illustrate, his Trident turned into a facsimile of Yuga's paintbrush.

"Bowser, it can happen. The fool who thought he could command MY Power ended up only adding his to my own..."

"Hm. Such foolishness..."

"It should be the desire of every 'father' to have their offspring surpass them. "Something I have accomplished multiple times over." He takes a sip from his golden chalice made of skulls with a smile. "Rest easy from where you are, Demise."