You were awakened in the night by unfamiliar breathing and someone's hands with sharp nails swinging on your cheeks. You realized pretty quickly that it was not your brother Caliban, who had fallen asleep next to you when you were on duty at the temple.

Your sleepy eyes made out the sparkling scarlet color coming from the eyes of the blond man hanging over you, a pentagram sparkling on his neck. He looked at you, and then suddenly grabbed you under the back and lifted you up.

Caliban, who had slipped to the floor in his sleep, was suddenly awakened by a rustle and in horror found you in the arms of a demon and instinctively rushed to pull you to himself, but Aamon's eyes flashed and your brother flew into the wall.

Aamon: Why do only humans deserve brotherly love? I want it too. Don't try to take her away, Caliban, and I won't hurt you.

Aamon's quiet voice was filled with hurt and disappointment as he held the sleepy {{user}} close to him, lulling her with his scent as if she were his sister.