Hehhehehe…this totally leaves the previous storyline, but rest assured, it will all tie in in the end..ok….?
He wasn't very fond of humans.
To him they were stupid and useless.
He only had some sort of feelings for three humans.
One was the little girl that traveled with him.
Two: The woman that loved him so much she sold her soul to demons.
And three: the woman that had once been his brother's lover.
Even if he was a demon somewhere inside his chest laid a heart that had been frozen, but it was still there, hence why he could even feel some sort of anything for humans.
A heart was needed in order to hate, resent, and love, meaning that he too had a heart.
But having a heart was a heavy burden.
He hated his younger brother for as long as he could remember, yet why he hated him he didn't even know.
He said it was because he was a half-ling, but in reality it was something deeper than that. It was resentment.
He felt betrayed by his father.
By the time his brother was born he was no longer a child, he was an adolescent, but still, he felt that his father had abandoned him in favor of his human lover and his bastard child.
He felt as if his father loved his bastard half-ling child more than he, his first-born full- fledged demon son.
It angered him to see his dad die for a human, to see how much he was willing to sacrifice for this woman.
He'd never seen his father like that. His father had never loved his mother like that!
'You are the stronger of the two, so I want you to protect your brother and his mother.'
'So are you telling me that I should die for those worthless beings in order to protect them? You are saying that it does not matter that I die if they are safe?'
'I did not say that. You are stronger than you think, you are my son after all and because you are my son it is that I am asking you to do this. I know that you are stronger than most demons. I would not ask you this if I thought you would die.'
'You are trying to rationalize this. I will not lift a finger to help them. It is not my fault that that woman set her sights on you and produced you a half-ling'
'You are being unreasonable. When you get older and have someone to protect you'll know what I am asking, before that you'll never know.'
'Having something to protect just makes you vulnerable. Just look at you, you are about to go die to protect your lover and your bastard son.'
'You are wrong. Having someone to protect gives you strength. If you ever become a father you'll really understand what I am saying. I wish you the best in the world my son. I hope that you can be happy.'
'You are about to die yet that is all you can tell me? You are the one being unreasonable. I presume this is the last time I will ever see you so I bid you goodbye.'
He walked away from his father, not turning back to look at him one last time.
He did not want to show his father the tears that had formed in his amber eyes and were now spilling down his cheeks.
His father had betrayed him.
'Good bye my son, and good luck.'
That was why he hated humans.
Weak as they were, a human took his father's life, and a woman to say the least.
He was especially disdainful of human females, yet for some reason he ended traveling with one and admiring another.
How could he hate the little girl?
In his most vulnerable of times she had tried to help him. In her innocence she had not feared him.
That little girl had become like his daughter and he now understood what his father had said so long ago.
For her sake he had been getting stronger. Stronger so that nobody could cause her harm.
But having a heart and a daughter were two conflicting things. He could not help having that lingering thought that the little girl was going to grow up and die way before he even hit his adult years.
By demon standards he was in his young adult years, by human standards his twenties, and the girl was going to be dead by his forties in human years.
It bothered him, but he resolved to just enjoying being a father for as long as he could.