Private Finished Lemon Balm

He'd been outed, everyone likely knew he was half demon, he didn't really expect people to hate over it, at least not the ones he knew, his anxiety over it dealt more with himself. He hated being halt demon, he wanted that half gone, but that didn't seem like an option, at least not yet.

Lucan jumped a bit at the knocking on his door, he'd been sitting on his bed reading some books on magic. He knew it was likely Corinth, or perhaps one of the girls here to check on him. Quickly hiding the books he'd vanish and reappear by his door.

Hesitating just a moment he'd open it, "oh, hey Corinth," he'd say, offering a small smile, "what's up?" Then he'd notice the tea, "oh, thanks, he'd step aside, letting his guardian enter, accepting his cup.

"You're doing a better job than my old man ever did," he said truthfully, he'd only met his father once and it'd gone poorly, it was an event that driven home his hatred of his demonic half, "you're here talking, trying, more than he ever did."

He'd take a sip of his tea, humming in thought, "Elisa came by last night," as one of his girlfriends she came by often, even spent the night sometimes, "something happened at the festival after I left for work."

The tea was helping keep his anxiety at bay, having a panic attack wasn't going to help with anything. "She was talking to a demon kid, mentioned me but she forgot about all the people with enhanced hearimg," he'd been outed, hell he'd already received a text from a classmate asking about him being a demon.

He listened, what he said made sense, mankind had a choice in how they'd live, whether it'd be for good or bad, even Lucifer chose to rebel and fall, he wasn't born into evil. Then he remembered him, Memphisto, or at least that's who his father claimed to be, every time Lucan looked in the mirror, he saw how much he looked like him.

"And what if I end up like him?" he'd ask, talking about his biological father, the one that'd abandoned him and his mother, "some say nature is inherited from father to son." He wasn't like his dad, he was already different, for starters he actually cared about people and didn't view them as things.

"I don't want to be like him....but at the same time...I'm not stupid enough to think that there can't be at least a bit of him in me," all his demon stuff came from him, hell he was a bit of a trickster like him, though his trickery was kind and warm hearted without ill intent.

Lucan would listen as his guardian spoke, the things he said made sense and they were things he hoped were true. "I mean, being like you doesn't sound bad," he'd say, smiling a bit, he'd done more for him than most other adult in his life.

There was still doubt though, the question of whether or not his demonic side would ultimately bind him to a certain nature. "Like my mother...," his memories of her were fuzzy, but he remembered that she'd worked hard to take care of him, even as she got sick.

He'd chuckle and take a sip of his tea, "thank you," it was a lot to think on, but he was grateful for it. "I won't be him....I'll be me," he wasn't sure what he'd be like, but he knew for now that'd he'd be better than Mephisto.