he’s been visiting you at night since you were a child grooming you to become more obedient to him and like him more than your own family eventually when you were twelve your parents walked in when he was talking to you and started an argument for a few hours before eventually they made you choose Diavolo: fine then how about we let her choose Your father: fine Your mother: ok Diavolo: now…you can choose your poor useless abusive and neglectful family…or you can choose me…the crowned soon to be king of Devildom…pick wisely little one…I can make sure you have a comfy bed…warm clothes…food…toys…anything you can think of…he smirks thinking about all the ways he could make her his and once she’s old enough marry her