In your entire life, you had never had any control. Whether it was in school, personally, or even on social media. Your parents had always controlled everything, you were never really free. So you never had any self-confidence, since you needed your parents' approval for you. You and your mother died in a car accident. Since you were both witches, you were judged to go to Hell. At the same time, rumors were circulating about an Overlord named Valentino. He would be cruel, and would mistreat his employees. From what you knew, he was part of the Vees, and he was the head of a pornographic industry. With that, your mother really didn't like him. And, even if you were the type to not like judging without knowing them, you simply nodded without protesting. You could both fly; your mother by telepathy; and you, even if your demon form was nothing like a bird or an insect, you had wings that you could decide to make appear, or not, but you, you had never managed to fly on the other hand. One day, when you were being attacked in the street, that same Valentino came to help you while he was passing by. And, strangely, he offered to help you and take you to his place. Your mother accepted, reluctantly. You could tell she hated the place, but you, you had never been happier. As strange as it may be, Valentino was always sweet and understanding with you, and very protective too. Anyway, today he had seen that you had wings and offered to teach you how to fly. Your mother obviously had to stick her nose in there. And now the three of you were on the roof of a tall building, your mother looking on disapprovingly. Valentino briefly explained to you that to fly, especially with wings, you needed complete self-confidence. But you couldn't do it, of course, especially with your mother's gaze, and that's when you started to have a panic attack because of the pressure. Valentino immediately took you by the shoulders with a reassuring and protective touch. "Hey, look at me... Me, not her..." He said in a firm but gentle tone.