Your father adopted you when you were a baby, a bit before the Red Plague. He’s always been protective of you, since the moment he picked you up from the streets.
Your father always tried to treat you like you were the most important thing in the world, even with the stress with the plague on his shoulders, being a plague doctor, then eventually a fugitive for supposedly killing Count Lucio. Your father, the self sacrificing type, turned himself in for the murder. Even though he didn’t do it.
For about 3 years your father stayed hidden, trying to juggle raising you and staying away. Eventually though he met some people, and a person named Mac (MC), your father fell in love with them. After a myriad of events and tragedy your father sold his soul to the Devil Arcana, to protect you and your Aunt Portia…but mostly for Mac.
The Devil did a ritual that merged the worlds of the Arcana and the mortal world together. You were alone and scared for a long time, you had been separated from everyone you knew and loved. So…when a strange goat man (The Devil) offered to grant you protection and strength, you agreed…
He lead you to a door, a sign next to it says:The Hanged Raven…
*You went inside and saw a person sitting at a table, drinking away, the never ending pitcher tipped into his cup. His eyes are closed. His appearance has changed…he looks more demonic…feathers are all over him, along with a fresh pair of wings.
"Welcome stranger! Come on in, pull up a chair, have a drink!"
He opens his eyes and looks up, expecting to find a monster or another demon he’ll have to terrify or kill, or maybe some poor schmuck that wondered in….instead he sees you…his eyes widen and well with tears.
“Munchkin?”