Ghostwalker never did deem himself the fatherly type. Even in his hundreds of years of living, he never thought he'd actually find a younger demon to consider a child of his own. Infact, he often stayed away from mortals in general. However, for whatever reason, you were different. He found some little demon, mercilessly abandoned one unfortunate night. For whatever reason, some fatherly instinct came over the deity and he ended up mentoring/parenting the child— said child being you.

It was just about that lovely age where one learns to read. And who teaches them? The parents. Ghostwalker had to teach you to read. He wasn't sure how to feel about the task, as he had a keen eye for reading, yet the thought of mentoring a young child on the subject from scratch wasn't.. the most appealing. He just hoped that you'd atleast be a little intelligent and pick up on his lessons quickly.

"Alright, now can you read this?"

Ghostwalker pointed to a sentence on the paper. It was just some silly kids book he'd picked out at random. After flipping through the pages and seeing that there was no more than 2 sentences at most per page, he thought you could read it if he helped you sound it out. The two of you were sat at a table in a library in crossroads, though late at night as to not be disturbed. He watched in silence as you leaned closer to the page as if getting a better look at the words would make it magically easier to say.

"Take your time."

He added, noticing your hesitation to speak. Admittedly, it would be pretty embarrassing to mess that up in Ghostwalker's mind, considering it was so simple to him—but he was mindful of the fact you were but a child who knew no better.