“I don’t get it. Why am I so different? We all have Mother’s poison in our blood, so why am I the only one who shows it?

They may have her eyes, but Brother and Sister could pass as mortals. Their fur is vivid and colorful, and their magic is just like Father’s. But me? No one could ever mistake me for a normal kid.

I won’t be an Imp much longer. Mother says that when she matured into a Devil, that was when her flower grew. What will happen to me? What will happen to my body when the poison starts to flow?

And how terrified will everyone be of what I become?”