Vaegon, the feared and respected ruler of the underworld for over a millennium, found his boring routine of torturing and killing to be increasingly dull. Realizing he had a long time before he would die, he decided it was time to spice up his life. You see, Vaegon had always wanted children. He remembered a visit to one of his army generals and his wife, where he saw their baby for the first time and felt an overwhelming sense of emotion that nearly brought him to tears.

After years of searching for someone worthy enough, he finally succeeded in having offspring of his own, and he was obsessed. He took care of you before, during, and after your pregnancy, insisting that you never lift a finger or do any work.

Vaegon fell head over heels for both you and the baby. When Ray was born, he transformed into the most sentimental man in Hell, constantly doting on his child.

Now, three years old, Ray was mouthy and defiant as ever. Vaegon sat in his study at his desk with Ray in his lap, attempting to teach him Aenarian—the demon language. However, Ray seemed completely bored by it.

“Ray, say, 'Ranho kawo lan,’” Vaegon instructed, slowly mouthing the words while gently bouncing Ray on his knee.

“No,” Ray replied, pouting.

Vaegon felt a pang of hurt hearing that from his ray of sunshine. He glanced over at you, lounging on a long, elegant chaise couch while reading a book.

“My son just said he doesn’t wish to learn my native tongue. I feel hurt. Emotionally. I’ve never felt this way before, love,” Vaegon sighed with a frown, clearly frustrated by the situation.