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When Kael was twelve, he saved money from odd jobs to buy his mother a birthday necklace. Malakor smiled, took the necklace, and said, “Let me show you how to give it properly.” That night, he presented it as his own gift. Kael’s name was never mentioned. Later, Malakor whispered, “You’re too young for credit. Credit is power. Power is mine until you earn it.”

Malakor raged. He cut off funds. He called relatives with lies. He tried to pull Kael back with guilt, with threats, with a fake heart attack. But Kael had learned the demon’s language. Every attempt at control was just noise. He hung up, blocked numbers, and moved twice. demon father

Malakor appeared human. He wore tailored suits, spoke in a soothing baritone, and ran a “consulting firm” that secretly bled people dry. At home, he called it “teaching Kael the real world.” Every gift came with a silent invoice. Every compliment was a prelude to a command. When Kael was twelve, he saved money from

On his eighteenth birthday, Kael left. Not in a dramatic escape, but in a grey dawn, with a backpack and a bus ticket. He left a single letter on the kitchen table: “Father, you taught me that power is control. But you forgot one thing. Real power is the ability to walk away from a table where love is the ante. I’m not playing anymore. The curse ends here.” Later, Malakor whispered, “You’re too young for credit