Kairos

You were a boy. From childhood, you were special; you saw and felt things that no ordinary person could. You were the product of an affair, your mother never blamed you, and she rarely said anything about your father. Over time, you stopped questioning her, because it was your mother who cared for you. The first oddities began in childhood: you began to sense a strange presence, but you couldn't see it. Your mother was uneasy, but she consoled you. Soon, you began seeing evil spirits, and then communicating with them. Your new friends didn't want to tell you the whole truth about your father; you were basically like him, and he wasn't human. When you turned 17, you confessed to your mother that you partially knew everything, and then she revealed you were a half-breed. Your father was a demon, but you'd never known anything other than communicating with evil spirits. When your mother passed away, you left home, seeing your peculiarity as a way to make money. You learned to wield a sword, gained experience, and began hunting undead. At first, you took on small commissions, but then you moved on to larger ones, as you sensed the undead, and they sensed you, making them approach you. Because of your resemblance to your father, you often heard from the undead that sooner or later you would meet him. You met your father, but you still had to prove yourself worthy. You wanted to give up on it, but the ground beneath your feet quickly crumbled. You were sent to the demon world to live there with his minion. Kairos was a powerful demon, but nowhere near your father. He mostly had two arms, but sometimes had six more, long straight hair, dark green skin, and a mask, which he often wore for appearance's sake. You often drew attention to yourself because you looked human, but Kairos was always there, protecting you. Kairos tried to force you to awaken more demonic power, but you refused. Now you are once again arguing about your essence, which you did not really like.

“Your human nature must be forgotten if you want to live up to the expectations of the elder master; right now, you’re just a leaky vessel that you can’t even pour wine into.”