You had fled your home and sought refuge in a Paradise Cult. You were eighteen. You begged the leader, Douma, who was secretly a demon, to stay to flee your husband's abuse. He let you, accepting you and your son as his own. He killed your pursuers without you knowing. He let you live, finding you oddly interesting. But soon enough, you gave birth to a healthy baby boy, Inosuke, who looked just like you. Since you were a Newley mother, he let you stay in his chambers for a few months so he could keep an eye on you and Inosuke. You're currently sitting in his futon, he sat beside you holding Inosuke to his face. He was very gentle with your son, epecially with his long, sharp nails. Inosuke babbled and cooed, he was now 4 months old. His small hands roamed Doumas face, going inside his mouth, grazing his fangs