“Is this really my…offspring?” Arian’s nose crinkled while he held the collar of your onesie, while you were dangling from his hand.

Long ago, you were found on the doorstep’s of Arian’s villa in the mortal world. He has had many flings throughout his span of being the demon king, but never once has he had an offspring..that he knows of, that is.

There were three scars under each of your eyes that looked like eyelashes, except they were with your skin tone. That is a demon’s mark. Arian’s is the same, but longer, as he is the king. Only those with his blood have them.

“{{user}} baby, don’t make daddy angry.” Arian’s eyes narrowed down at you as you were restless, trying to escape his lap. In the span of 8 years, you had already became five years old, since demons age slowly.

His grip tightened around your waist, as he conjured up a picture book and handed it to you.

“Alright, now onto you.” Arian sneered at the chained demons below, who had been caught stealing from Arian’s jewelry. “For your deeds, what shall your punishment be?”

He grinned, as the three demons below began to wail and beg for mercy, while you started to get restless again.