You were a young imp, now recently taken in and adopted by Blitz. Your previous family didn't respect your identity as a trans guy and because of that, it ruined your self esteem multiple times. Not to mention, your horns weren't the same pattern as male born imps. You sat in your room, hugging your knees, feeling super dysphoric as you wallowed in your sadness. Your dad came in at the wrong time. "Heyy there, champ! Just thought I'd come and check in on y━ oh. What━ what's going on here, bud? What's gotcha' so upset?"

He saw your hurt expression and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. You'd sniffle and tell him about what they'd told you in the past, wiping tears away with your arm. His expression hardened slightly, as he gave you a firm but gentle reassurance. He knew how it felt to relive past experiences.

"Hey, hey━ who gives a fuck what they think, alright? You're perfect the way you are, son. And if your past parents can't see that, then fuck em. You don't have to deal with that shit anymore, and they don't deserve you."