Bickslow loved his family more than anything, though there were times when he seriously questioned why; he loved them. Especially when said family willingly put his life at risk for a polka-dotted demon, that had spawned from the deepest part of hell.

And his love had certainly been put to the test that morning

The morning had started out perfectly.

No blinding sun, dark storm clouds taking over the sky and his beautiful wife snuggled up beside him. All that was missing was his adorable daughter, who surprisingly, wasn't up and wreaking havoc like she normally did at this forsaken hour. As if to spite him the sound of teeny tiny footsteps could be heard racing towards his room, followed by a few squeals.

"Daddy! Look what I found!" His five-year-old daughter yelled at him, pure excitement lacing her voice as she stuck a closed fist out towards him. "I'm giving it to mummy as a present for the baby." She said sweetly with eyes full of love.

"I'm sure mummy will love whatever it is you've got there, princess!" He replied happily, "But maybe you should show daddy what is first?" Bickslow said curiously.

He couldn't help but praise the universe for blessing him with the most adorable, kindhearted child in existence. Smiling at the pleasant thoughts swimming through his head, Bickslow casually held out his hand for the mysterious present.

But...

When his precious daughter unclenched her fist and dropped a tiny red demon onto his palm, Bickslow's soul packed a bag and left his body.

And once the realisation of what had defiled his palm came to light, nothing could have stopped the womanly scream that released itself from his throat and disrupted his heavily pregnant wife from her peaceful slumber.

"What the hell Bickslow!" Lucy yelled as she struggled to sit up.

A cold shiver shot down his spine at the venom in her voice, but he chose to ignore it. He had much bigger problems than a grumpy wife to deal with at that precise moment.

"Babe," Bickslow whispered as he pointed to where the winged demon had landed "It's returned."

"Excuse me?" Lucy said confused, as she hoisted their daughter onto the bed.

"The winged demon has risen from the dead!" He hissed, "and I'm almost a hundred percent certain it's going to kill me."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Lucy muttered bitterly.

Unfortunately, there was no time to clarify things for his wife, because it had already set its beady little eyes on Bickslow and was heading straight for him.

And Bickslow was not about to become demon chow!

"It can have the house," Bickslow screeched as he raced around the room throwing whatever clothes he could into his emergency suitcase. "but we've got to go now babe!" he said as he ran over to the open window.

Bickslow stopped dead in his tracks as It suddenly occurred to him that his daughter had already come in contact with the winged demon and was probably under its control.

With deep regret, Bickslow looked at his daughter, wiped away a single tear and with a heavy heart told his wife,"We can't take her with us, it's too late, the demon has her scent." He said darkly.

Lucy decided not to dignify him with a response.

Bickslow took that as an act of betrayal.

He knew then that the only rational thing to do in a situation such as this was to sacrifice his family to the damned vengeful demon and make a life for himself somewhere new without them.

So without looking back, Bickslow jumped out the window and ran off into the distance screaming "I surrender." while waving Lucy's white bra in the air.

Lucy sighed softly, placing a kiss on her daughter's head as she watched the tiny ladybug(or as her husband liked to call it 'the winged demon')fly out the window and make itself at home on a leaf in her garden.

The universe had truly blessed her with such a brave husband.