Crispy

oh the traumas of a childhood with a demon for a father. I defy anyone to be raised with exploding cookie jars and not come out of it slightly twitching. Lotus, of course, doesn't tell people of his deathly fear of cookie jars...
Before Lotus was the oh-so hedonistic pleasure-seeker, we figure he was a lispy, geeky, mama's boy fat kid (who couldn't sing). And Daddy was a tyrant who'd blow him up if he wet the bed or had a midnight snack, or maybe just for being a fat kid. Not many demon princes can admit to being a former fat-kid.
we think he's cuuuuuuuuuuuuute.