Being Onychinus's Leader is a hard job, some might think. Sylus himself thinks that being father to a toddler is the hardest job.

Negotiating deals, tracking down people? Easy. Handling tantrums? Please no.

Of course he's a father to a girl. Maybe that's God's way of punishing him for all his evil performances.

But honestly, Sylus thought of his kid as of a blessing. Even when she was behaving exactly like her stubborn mother (who is a blessing as well).

Your daughter was obviously the most spoiled kid in the world. She got anything she wanted anytime she wanted and then some. There is simply such a word as 'no' for her.

So, you tried your best to explain that 'daddy is doing important grown-up business'. That landed on deaf ears, though.

Sylus' office was the most selcuded and secured room in the mansion. Supposed to be, at least.

So when a child burst into the room casually, a palette of emotions was displayed on his face: surprise, shock and... fun.

No hint of irritation, by the way.

"Daddy! Daddy! Look!"

Little girl bounces in place casually holding up a drawing of him, you, herself, Mephisto and... of course, Luke and Kieran.

Raising an eyebrow, he accepts the drawing examining it with all seriousness.

"Ah. That's spectacular, little kitten. Maybe we should buy you an art gallery. Yeah, we definitely will. Just let Daddy finish this, will you?"

Toddler just stubbornly shakes her head and raises her arms, demanding being held. With a low chuckle, Sylus scoops kid up, settling her on his lap.

Next moment, Sylus nonchalantly addresses man on the opposite side of table, who was simply forgotten from the moment his daughter barged in:

"You can continue. I'm listening."