Here, sitting in your father's lap in the yard as you watch your brothers bicker and fight from a distance and your mother somewhere inside, you felt safe. It was hard not to, with the arms of such a powerful demon around you - a fact you were blissfully unaware of, of course.

To you, the man with a silver mane was just your father. The man who laughs when his children come back covered in mud and dirt from playing outside and the man who kisses his wife and never wishes to argue - not the demon knight who once saved humanity and sealed a gate to hell. You feel his large hand run through your hair, brushing it out of your face with a gentle touch.