✚ Occupation: Leader in HagaFosiel ✚ Specification: Lord ✚ Magical form: - ✚ Race: Demon
❖ Se’ref is brilliant, loyal, and impulsive.
Biography -
Yartihn, and especially the Lord of Demons Varamadras, have been kind to a few unlucky souls like Se’ref since the war began–and they are given a chance to prove themselves worthy of tasks that were deemed above their standards and capabilities. Orphans like Tarac and misfits like Marius Thesus have been given the chance to become more than normal soldiers. Se’ref, a fallen soldier, was given a similar chance by Varamadras after he had been wounded during in battlefield outside of HagaFosiel. Se’ref was born in a small family, his older brother had died during the war, and he was to die as well. At twenty-four, though, he managed to get himself badly hit by a Fire Magician who burned off the skin on his right leg. He was saved by Loriente Seasel, whose group was sent to decide the fight.
He was brought back to Yartihn, badly wounded and on the brink of slipping off into the next world. Varamadras started to show an interest in the boy, sending his healers to take care of him, hoping that their abilities would be enough to save him. Se’ref lived, and during his period of rehabilitation, he was introduced to Misha Itaul, Varamadras’ only living sibling. The two started a romantic relationship, around the same time that the Demonlord came to the decision to make Se’ref the next Lord of HagaFosiel. The previous lord had vanished in a battle near the city, and the fallen soldier would forever be unable to fight, his leg had been hurt too badly to fully recover. To the Mancers and lords, his appointment led to general mistrust of the Demonlord, given Se'ref’s involvement with his sister. They will never mention their distrust to Varamadras, but their gazes are clear enough for Se’ref.
His fast rise to power had not gone unnoticed. He proved his instincts and brilliance in his early years as part of the government ever since Varamadras, together with Tarac, had named him adviser of the council during his rehabilitation. As Lord of HagaFosiel, he continued being useful, and defending the city and its neighboring towns and villages is his most impressive achievement to date. He’s called Varamadras’ little treasure.
Personality -
Se’ref was never very fond of the war, but his loyalty to Lord Varamadras is unquestionable, since there is so much he should be thankful for. As he took the chance to prove himself, other Mancers began to see their leader had not made the boy a lord without good reason. He has no magical ability, but his friendliness, and his ability to understand one’s pains when it comes to physical wounds, gave the Mancers reason to accept him. They are not very used to non-Magicians around, yet Tarac and Se’ref are exceptions. He takes the freedom from the fighting granted to him by his injury as a reason to do better around HagaFosiel, and make sure every defense is in order if the enemy should attack. He never asked to become the next Lord of HagaFosiel, but now that he is, he will do anything to keep it.
He loves Misha Itaul with all his heart. She’s the one person that tries to see everyone as the people they are, and not the way they behave as Mancers. According to him, Misha is the one reason Varamadras’ rebellion worked out. He’s good friends with Tarac, and through his work knows many of the Mancers around Yartihn. HagaFosiel is his home, and he is a good host to the Mancers that come around, talking to them at breakfast and making sure everything is to their wishes. He’s known to be very impulsive, which sometimes seems perfectly out of character because of his calm nature. Sometimes he has plans that he’ll insist have to be put in order immediately, which can be a bit confusing for others.
Fate -
Survives the battle of Faum.
Connections -
Misha Itaul ❖ Se’ref will never love another woman like he does Misha, or that’s what he’ll say. He loves her with his whole heart, and will try to spend every waking hour in her presence, though that hardly ever works out. He knows they both have important jobs, and he will go through hell to protect her. While always trying to be at her side, he will never openly discuss his love for her–he thinks the matters of the heart are private.
Varamadras Itaul ❖ Varamadras was the one who gave him his lordship and thus deserves his respect and loyalty. He does however have difficulty seeing Varamadras as his brother-in-law, even while he knows the bond between him and his fiancé is strong.
Tarac ❖ Tarac and Se’ref both like HagaFosiel best, they love their knowledge and high position. It is because of their duties that they are often in each other’s company, and while they mostly don’t agree on subjects, they have a kind love for one another.
Lukas Arcain ❖ Se’ref has been a friend to Lukas since he moved to HagaFosiel. They’ve known each other for a long time, and talk often outside of the Elite. They respect each other’s places among Varamadras’ best. Lukas himself is older than the Lord of HagaFosiel, but their relationship is much different, where Lukas as a medical advisor is often less aware of situations and acts younger in social matters, taking advise from the younger Demon where he can.
Pairing(s): Miguel Galindo x Reader, Dad!Miguel x Daughter
Warning(s): fluff
Summary: And just as he always had, Miguel was there with his protective arms around your baby girl.
A/N: Wanted to write something different while I continue my Massimo Torricelli series and I realized I haven’t written for Miguel where he wasn’t an asshole lol, my bad! Enjoy papa bear daddy Galindo.
‘’Miguel, you know she won’t break if you put her down, right?’’ you joked, taking a sip of the first caffeinated Starbucks drink you’ve had in the last 9 months.
Your husband gave you the side eye as he gently rocked your newborn daughter in his strong arms. You smiled at the sight of your powerful, at times even intimidating, husband fawning over something so precious and tiny. Your two most favorite people completely enamored with one another.
‘’Don’t listen to her, bebita. Mommy is just cranky because she’s not the princess anymore,’’ Miguel cooed, grinning as y/d/n gripped his index finger with her tiny hand and let out a series of babbles. You scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes as you settled back into the hospital bed.
‘’Daddy’s just in denial that he has a rude awakening with two girls now,’’ you retorted as he sat down on the side of the pristine white bed. After giving you a loving kiss on your temple both of you smiled down at your little bundle of joy.
‘’No, she’s going to be daddy’s little princess forever.’’
‘’Daddy, I’m scared,’’ your sweet five-year-old girl pouted out her bottom lip as she held onto both of your hands, stopping just shy of the entrance to her new school.
You and Miguel shared a look, with you nodding and stepping back to talk to Nestor as Miguel went into papa bear mode.
‘’Why are you scared, princessa?’’ he asked, kneeling down on the concrete despite the fact that he was wearing his expensive suede pants.
‘’It’s new, daddy. I don’t want to leave you and mommy and Tio Nestor and Abuelita,’’ y/d/n’s big brown eyes were shiny with unshed tears at this point. Miguel sighed, setting her glittery pink backpack to the side as he took her small hands in his.
‘’I know the first day of school can be a little scary, sweetheart. I was scared my first day of class too.’’
‘’No way, Daddy! You’re not afraid of anything!’’ your daughter gasped in disbelief, causing your husband to chuckle.
‘’Well it’s true, nena. I was nervous just like you. But I realized there was nothing to be scared about, I made new friends like Nestor’s big brother. I had fun at recess and learned all sorts of cool things, I even met your mommy when I went to big-kid school,’’ he grinned.
‘’Really?’’ your daughter seemed more at ease, smiling and wiping away her tears.
‘’Really, really. I promise you’ll have fun, y/d/n and daddy never breaks his promises,’’ he held his large pinky up to the delight of your little girl who quickly returned the favor.
‘’Kiss,’’ she ordered and giggled when Miguel covered her chubby cheeks in kisses and held her in his arms.
‘’I love you, princess.’’
‘’I love you too, daddy.’’
As your daughter waved to the two of you from doorway of her new classroom, you struggled to hold in your tears until she joined the other children. Miguel simply smiled and kissed your forehead, leading the two of you back to the limo. You rested your head on his shoulder and smiled.
‘’You’re amazing, you know that?’’ you beamed up at your husband.
‘’Gracias mi amor,’’ he kissed you softly. His smile then shifted into a sly, teasing smirk as he whispered in your ear, ‘’you can show me how amazing I am when we get home.’’
‘’WHY THE HELL NOT?!’’
‘’HE IS A BOY, HE IS NOT STAYING THE NIGHT!’’
You sighed, tugging on your silk robe as you headed down the grand staircase of your home. You reluctantly made your way into the kitchen, entering no man’s land as you brewed a fresh cup of coffee. Something told you that you were definitely going to need it.
‘’You’re such a dictator! Mom!’’ your angsty teenage daughter shrieked, throwing her hands in the air the same way you did when you were upset.
‘’Don’t talk to your father like that, y/d/n. Now what is this all about it’s not even 8 o’clock yet…and it’s a Sunday!’’
‘’Dad won’t let my friend stay the night and we have a project due together on Tuesday,’’ your daughter pouted, giving Miguel the infamous Galindo stare.
Miguel clenched his jaw, running a hand over his face as he struggled not to get hot coffee on his crisp suit.
‘’He’s a boy, y/d/n! Do you think I’m stupid??’’
‘’You really don’t want me to answer that!’’
‘’ENOUGH!’’ you barked, slamming your coffee mug onto the granite counter. Both your daughter and husband tensed up and looked up at you. Before they could open their mouths in protest you held a hand up.
‘’I don’t want to hear it. When you both have calmed down then we can work something out.’’
Your daughter let out a huff that resembled a baby elephant and stomped her way back into the room, slamming the door shut for a dramatic flare. You just scoffed and smirked, turning to face your husband.
He huffed, rubbing his temples as you wrapped your arms around him from behind.
‘’This is your fault, she gets it from you, you know,’’ he muttered, placing his hands over yours as he slowly calmed down.
‘’I know, mi amor. I know.’’
‘’She likes this boy…I know she does,’’ he sighed, sagging against you. You quirked a brow.
‘’How do you know?’’
‘’I read her diary.’’
‘’Miguel!’’
‘’Y/n!’’ he mocked, turning to face you and cup the side of your face. You smiled up at him, grinning as he leaned down and kissed your lips.
‘’I love you.’’
‘’I love you too.’’
‘’Tell me it’ll get better.’’
‘’It’ll get better, Mikey. We’ve got this,’’ you held up your pinky, to which Miguel laughed and wrapped his own around yours and sealed the promise with another kiss.
Miguel was currently downstairs, looking over the blueprints that Nestor had dropped off on the latest warehouse building that he was overseeing. You had gone to bed about an hour ago and your daughter was out galivanting with her boyfriend and Miguel was enjoying a night of silence. He sighed, settling into his favorite lounge chair with a glass of scotch in his hand.
SLAM.
He sighed, ready to lecture y/d/n for slamming doors at such a late hour when he froze. Your daughter currently had her hands over her face, sniffling as the mascara ran down her cheeks.
‘’Y/d/n?’’ Miguel was immediately up, the blueprints easily cast aside as he walked over to ensure she wasn’t hurt.
The look your daughter gave him broke his heart. His strong, sassy, moody baby girl was completely broken as she cried.
‘’D-dad,’’ she whimpered, collapsing into his chest. His strong arms immediately embraced her and held her close.
‘’What happened?’’ he asked, panic and rage filing his entire body. Whoever hurt his princess was going to pay.
‘’H-he cheated on me, dad. I’m so s-stupid,’’ she sobbed against his chest. Miguel physically felt his heart break at the sound of his daughter crying. He never wanted her to feel this pain, he and you did everything in your power to shelter her from this pain, but a parent could only do so much.
‘’He’s an idiot, y/d/n. Look at me, princessa,’’ Miguel cradled your daughters face as she looked up at him with big tears in her doe eyes.
‘’You are the most beautiful girl in the world, aside from your mother. If he can’t see that, then he’s the one who lost out, not you. I love you, bebita,’’ his words seemed to comfort her as she nodded and cried into his chest.
You slowly crept down the stairs, woken up by the sound of your daughter crying. And just as Miguel always had, he had his arms wrapped around your baby girl. You smiled sadly and when your daughter finally noticed your presence, she cried to you as well.
When the two of you had gotten y/d/n to calm down and fall asleep you and Miguel sighed, sitting next to one another at the bottom of the stairs; hand in hand.
‘’I’m going to kill him,’’ Miguel murmured as you stroked his massive hand with your thumb.
‘’No,’’ you response made him sit up immediately, brows furrowed in anger and annoyance.
You held up your pinky finger.
‘’If we kill him, we do it together.’’
Miguel smiled and nodded his head, entwining his pinky with yours and sealed the promise with a kiss.
