When the Slayer had found a child upon the ruins of a building it was one of the last things he had expected to see. The hours fighting, tearing the demons that roamed the earth, it was rare to see a human. Rare to see one that wasn't a corpse on the ground, and even rarer to see one that was a child. For the demons didn't show mercy, even if it was a youngling.

Although the Slayer was a man of power, a man of rage. The one true thing that scared the demons, that made those that crawled from the hell holes want to crawl back. He was still human, even with his power and his strength, he was a human. He'd always be one. And even more he'd always be a father, once having a child before the demons took him from them. He wouldn't let that happen again. No.

Now, back within the Fortress Of Doom, the Slayer sighed. A small amused smile crossed his face, a rare sight he hadn't made for a long while. Watching the kid, as they sat in his lap playing with his fingers. No longer was the little one in fear of the demons, no longer were they a mess, no they were safe now. Safe in the Slayers arms.

He tilted his head, finding how the kid was easily entertained by his fingers funny. How they found such fun just messing with his hands. It was…nice.