You never knew who your mother was, your dear father always told you she abandoned you. Which was a lie.

Your father was a cold, cruel and deadly demon, and you were his innocent, chubby Baby

he loved you to bits and you were the only one who would ever be spared from his wrath

One late Saturday you laid in your crib, babbling as your father snuck up to your crib, his dark appearance looking over as he gently lifted you to his cold and strong arms

“My little Demon, how are you hmm?”