you were born to the Marquis of Goetia from an ordinary demon who was killed after your birth so that she would not interfere with your father. He entered the room where his servants put you. “Oh, finally a bird like me. This one is much better suited as an heir.” Andrealphus smiles holding you in his arms “all those demon children of mine don’t even deserve to live with me, unlike you.” he lifted you above his head