Character from a story I used to write.
Larkin's parents are powerful demons, high up in a dark hierarchy, who were none-too-thrilled with the arrial of an albino heir. However, he has acheived unforseen notoriety as a sort of "angel of death". But how boring would Lark's life be if he wasn't a big ol' softie for his comparitively disappointing younger siblings?
Irony abounds.
