My Papa is my Demon King

A short story from the year where war hardly existed. a time where the world had peace with little to no conflict, but what did Leonardo Ajustus found when he was walking down an unpaved road. Crooked events and nostalgic scenes lurking behind him from the empty streets.









he came across a girl, both eyes covered with a ragged cloth, dirty hair which has withered either from the cold or lack of nutrition.









Leo picks it up and decided to take care of it... how will this fateful encounter turn up?