Daemon nodded and slid himself into the water. He loved how the tub kept the water hot. His own lost the heat too quickly for him to take a bath. He looked at Vladimir and sat near him, holding the shampoo. "I could get used to living like this... It's all too good to be true. A big home, a beautiful home at that, lovely music, a warm bath whenever I want, hot meals, and a handsome love and boyfriend."

Vladimir gently took the shampoo and sat up on the edge of the tub behind Daemon. He squeezed a fair amount into his hand and set the bottle onto the edge beside him and started to gently lather his hair. "I could get used to spoiling you, my songbird."

Daemon smiled and closed his eyes, knowing he might get some soap on his face. "I could to. I was never spoiled like that since I was the oldest of my step siblings. Ya know, baby gets the most, mid child is spoiled but not as much, and oldest doesn't get much. Maybe..." Daemon touched his arm and then the purus scar. He sighed. "My uncle wasn't very nice. I think I told you he gave me this scar."

"You did. I was hesitant to ask more about it." Vladimir replied gently." You can tell me when you're ready, Daemon."

Daemon nodded. "I know. But I feel relaxed and it's easier to tell you now.. Well.. My name wasn't always Daemon. It was actually Kyin Purus. Pure Kyin basically... they never told me what it meant. But anyways.. I didn't like it. I never really liked my uncle. He was.. ah... manipulative and tried multiple times to pretty much take advantage of me because I'm not a "blood relative". I was the step child basically. Anyways. He tried a lot. Once did he succeed.. But.. at 18 I changed my name because I didn't want to be associated with them. So i changed it to Daemon Kegareta. It was my biological's father's name... They found it ironic that I changed it to basically Impure Demon... I didn't know that. But.. he laughed about it. when my parents left, he took a knife or... i forgot exactly what it was.. but he heat it up and carve this word into my arm... A mark.. I would always be a Purus. Even if I'm not so pure myself. He called me tainted... a tainted Demon."

Vladimir blinked as he stopped lathering and he frowned. "...I don't think you're tainted, Daemon."

Daemon nodded. " I know.. he just found it ironic and decided that no matter where I went or how many times I changed my name, the name would forever be near me. I would like with it like that. There would always be ths word carved into my skin." He leaned back a little and pulled his knees up.

Vladimir pulled Daemon's hair back with his soapy hands and finished lathering the hanging part, then he rinsed off his hands and wrapped his arms around Daemon's neck. "I wish I could heal your skin of that name."

Daemon held onto Vladimir's forearm. He smiled sadly. "I know.. But it's okay. It's scar and there's not much you can do about that.."

"Still...you should not be bound to a name that you yourself are not proud of. If you would rather carry your biological father's name, then you should be able to do so without the latter still clinging to you. Your uncle should have let the decision remain yours." Vladimir replied.