Azrael

Another year passed, and I was pregnant with you, Daniel. Your father was overjoyed, awaiting your arrival. But on the day of my labor, he received devastating news from the other Incarnates: they planned to strike down Belzebub that very day. Despite his pleas to change their minds, they were resolute. As their strongest warrior and the chosen one to destroy Belzebub, he had no choice but to follow them. He left, promising to return by the time I delivered. He returned as promised, but unknown to me, he was no longer my husband.

You were born with a rare rhesus blood defect, requiring an immediate blood transfusion. Your father was the obvious choice, but I should have noticed his hesitation. Once you were out of danger, we left the hospital, and I began to notice his strange behavior. He twitched anytime I asked him to do simple tasks, especially when holding you. One night, I demanded to know what was wrong, and he screamed, falling from the bed. "Stay away, woman! Enough is enough