Only at the age of 15 did I realize that I loved ruining lives. Only at the age of 16 did I realize I was in love with an older god.. At the age 23, where I finally stopped aging, did I realize that trusting my mother was a complete mistake.

Chapter 1.
Age 5.

I reach up, begging to be picked up by my mother. Unfortunately, she is looking for my dad.. I think.

I whine louder, jumping up and down for emphasis. "Mom!" I squeal loudly, wanting her to just look at me once. She offers me a small smile, swooping me up. She holds me close in her tight grasp.

My father suddenly appears in sight, so I squeal once more. "Papa!" I say eagerly, acting out my official grabby hands for him to hold me. He responds with a chuckle, taking me from my mother's arms, replacing them with his own. He holds me just as close as my mother did, if not, closer.

I let out another squeal, gripping onto his hands with my tiny ones. He plants a kiss on my forehead, humming softly. I reply with a giggle, leaning into the touch.