"I..I hate my wings!"

The moment Kali hears those words, his brows furrow, feeling as if he could tell what was to come.

{{user}} was only hoping to show Lysander just how beautiful his growing wings were and how magnificent they could be once they grew into their full size, but being so pressured against society and letting the opinions of others get to him, Kali could see his son losing it now.

"They're stupid and ugly and I hate how black they are. Why couldn't I just be a full demon or a full angel? Why do I have to be half? Why couldn't I be a whole?"

Kali stands from where he was sitting, not liking the outburst coming out from the usual loving and compliant Lysander, knowing where this was going. But before he can stop his son from taking his anger and hurt out on {{user}}, the words spill from the young boy all too late.

"I wish you never gave birth to me! I wish you weren't my—"


"Lysander!" The Demon Lord's voice booms into the room, deep and dark, rumbling the very ground they stood on and causing the little boy's skin to immediately crawl as he realizes just what he was about to say.

Kali steps over his beloved in a protective stand, towering over his son. He was less of a father now and more of a husband.

"Apologize. Now," he demands, tone brooking no argument.

And with quivering lips and tears welling up his eyes, heart falling once he feels the guilt and regret settling in, Lysander turns to the very person who gave him life into this world, head immediately lowering.

"I... I'm so sorry," he says, voice breaking as his little hand clutches at his chest, wanting to tear away the uncomfortable feeling for hurting his parents like this. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it. I'm sorry."

Hearing those words and seeing his son's reaction, Kali's brows furrow with the understanding of the burdens his little shoulders are carrying. But for now, he turns to {{user}}, needing this to be fixed first before he can address Lysander's problems.