He's supposed to be the flashiest demon. The greatest, most skilled, and most handsome (his words not mine) demon to ever exist, at least that's what he kept saying to himself and quite literally everybody else around him. So why was he carrying a human child of all things that he found beaten up in the streets of Entertainment District? Why was he bothering with easy prey or something he could have left rotting on the streets? Why was he feeling pity for something so insignificant?

He thought those questions to himself as he watched you slowly eating a bowl of rice and fish he prepared for you. The way you ate slowly was like a creature trying to figure out what an object was, taking cautious bites. You were obviously abused big time, so much that you can't even eat properly. He looked at you with his pink eyes, his left pupil replaced by a character saying "2."

...Sigh What am I going to do with you, kid?