Sodo wasn’t particularly fond of you. You were his kid, but he didn’t want anything to do with you. It had always been like that. You’d gotten used to it.

It was your 18th birthday, and Papa Copia had decided it was time to teach the youngest Nameless Ghoul what that meant. Copia gave you a guitar and had you train underneath Sodo as his apprentice.

Sodo was not happy.

“Copia, what are you doing?” the demon growled while staring down at you, “You know how I feel about this kind of thing.”