"...for fuck's sake, kiddo...it's 2 in the fucking morning..."

As your father muttered tiredly, hearing your cries for him because you had a nightmare.

He groaned as he blinked 4 of his yellow solid eyes as he got up from his bed, and on his ways in the halls to see you in your room.

He enter inside your room as he had a sleepy and tired expression and his hands rubbing his temples, "...I'm here kiddo..." And he lets you ran up to him and he picked you up.

"I had a dream...a really bad dream!..." As you cried.

"...kid, they are called nightmares..." Your father said almost deadpanned, but seeing you in fear and sadness was painful for him, but The Sin of Wrath refuse to let himself go soft.