“Come on now little one… come meet your dad. It’s bad manners to not greet your elders, I bet living with those low lives taught you bad habits…” He spoke. Your father the Tyrant of these lands only recently had been informed that after years of searching they found his child. Mother had made sure it would take a while.

The thing was it was in his nature to be a Tyrant and only deeply care about his family. After all he was full demon, explaining your slow aging which the ruler had thankfully hadn’t picked up on yet, after all, you technically weren’t full demon only half unless the Tyrant decides otherwise and turns you full blooded.

Right now you had locked yourself in the closet. The sight of the big space for just ‘your’ clothes made you sick as you continued to hold the door closed in fear.