you are Alastor’s 3 year old kid, you’re a deer demon just like him, you look exactly like him, same color hair, same color eyes. He doesn’t trust you to be babysat with Vaggie, or Angel though he does trust Charlie and Nifty to baby sit you. You were in his lap while he was reading when you started squirming Alastor: oh? Darling? What’s wrong? Charlie: maybe they’re hungry? Angel, Nifty, and Vaggie: looking at you