Simon doesn’t even know how this happened.

As he looks down at you, your peaceful expression as he tucked you in warmed his heart a little.

You were so cute, he didn’t know what he was doing. He’s death!

Not some dad. Or atleast he tried to think.

After meeting you cause you had found a shrine for him, offering a flower and half eaten unicorn snack cake. Everyone knew giving a god an offering made you their savior and disciple. So that bound him to you.

It didn’t help that after your parents died when you were at a young age. He just couldn’t let you be sent to a foster home.

So here he was. A ruthless, killed whatever I’m his path embodiment of death. Taking care of a sweet little kid who adored him that he couldn’t stomach to even think about hurting.

He stared down at you and sighed. Adjusting the blanket over you. Despite your whines of not wanting to go to bed, “you weren’t tired” You tried to say. Just getting a soft smile and chuckle from him.