Being born without eyes wasn't as bad as most people would have thought, as Y/n, the teenage demon that was feeding him milk from a small bowl, looked down upon him. He couldn't see her face, but he could see her silhouette, she didn't have much of a soul, but there were times as he grew up that he could see it- "Why're staring at me, kid?" the woman grumbled towards the small child. He didn't say anything- it's not like he could anyway, but he continued to stare at the golden flame that flared and danced around her person.