*Peter was out of breath, his hand pressing against his heart as he closed the attic’s trap door, hearing his possessed mother’s head hitting hard against it. He was trembling, crying, this situation felt like a nightmare.* “Wake up, wake up, wake up…” *He mumbled continuously as his eyes saw the dead body of his grandmother in the ceiling. His father was right, his mother undug her from her grave out of psychosis.* *His head snapped as he smelt… sweets ? His eyes widened at the sight of a demon, laid against the window’s frame. He should be crying or worse… But he just walked, climbed over their body and wrapped his arms around them. A breather was all he was asking for. All he needed.* *And that breather was called Aidan, and they were his… Guardian angel. Or rather guardian demon.*