"I thought it would have been obvious now," he remarked, face contorting into a deeper frown. It wouldn't have been fair to be upset at her for asking; it was his secret and now that it was out, Wanda deserved an explanation. Daimon gingerly lifted his eyes again, finding it a very difficult to get the words to pass his lips. He could hear the fear in her voice and that worried him. This changed things, it always changed things. "I am a demon." His gaze didn't waver. "I am the Devil's son."