Valtor watched his magic grow and fester. Taking the boy wasn't hard, his parents practically placed him into his arms shortly after birth. A peace offering from earth. How pathetic. For all the potential this boy had, nothing would protect them from his inevitable rule. Still, a prodigy, a safety net, was useful. Valtor really had nothing to fear on earth, the terrestrial fairies were just as weak as the humans they protected. Being as insignificant as they are, he thought it better to have somebody else handle that little planet for him. And better than a son of a very noble family. Ogron was what he would be called. Raising the child was hardly a chore, he'd ensured plenty of governesses and wet nurses were at his disposal for the birth of the boy.

Power radiated from the infant, it was almost impressive to Valtor. Almost.

"You highness," the nurse bowed, "he's growing well, no developmental delays, and his power seem so strong for an infant,"

Valtor traced the bassinet, a tiny hand gripped his finger, big blue eyes looked up at him.

"Leave me if the boy needs nothing else."

"Yes your highness,"

He trace the boys face, "you have so much potential —I have great things planned for you. You'll rule the earth, dance on history's stage," the infant giggled. Oh how innocent he was.

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Valtor remains steadily impressed by the boy, he almost felt him his equal. Almost. There was something in him, a light, a hope—it made him weak. The boy who was comparable to Valtor himself at only fourteen years of age needed a lesson in the reality of the world, a lesson of corruption and power. He squinted, watching him as he sparred with a trainer, the fight was fair. That was the problem. At no point did Ogron make effort to bend it in his favor. At no point was he the wolf. Just two deer bucking antlers. Weakness could not be tolerated in his prodigy.

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Ogron shifted a bit in his seat. His teacher didn't usually eat dinner with him.

"Ogron,"

Red hair shot up, "yes sir?"

"Do you respect me?" Ogron stared at his teacher confused, of course he did! He saw him as a father.

"But of course! Have I done something to make you feel disrespected?" Worry painted his face. Valtor stood, walking down the long table to where Ogron sat. He gently cupped the boy's face , a look of pity traced his face.

"You're so powerful," Valtor began.

"But?"

"But you're soft, dear boy. I fear I've spoiled you, denied you the one thing that would make you stronger —pain."

Ogron felt a sudden fear take over him, the darkness in his teacher's voice was no doubt meant for him .

Valtor held out his hand, which ogron took, he didn't dare disobey. He was led down a labyrinth of hallways through the castle, he'd never been down this wing before. Valtor took the boy down the stairs.

"How do you feel about me?"

"I-I respect you, teacher," Ogron couldn't stop the nervous tone in his voice.

"Anything else?"

"I…I love you — I love you as if you are my father," at the base of the stairs they halted, Valtor kneeling to look Ogron in the eyes. A warm smile was out of place on his face.

"I know, and that's why I need you to understand what I do, I do out of love, I do to help you grow stronger." Ogron couldn't question anything before a fist met him in the stomach. He stumbled back onto the ground, "I need you to listen when I say that this is a form of love, a tough love I need you familiar with. This is a love I need you to enjoy yourself, so that you can inspire others."

Ogron didn't understand, he scrambled to his feet only to be blown backwards by a gust of magic.

"T-teacher,"

Valtor stood firm, ready to knock him down once more, "when you can tell me truthfully you appreciate the love I've given you , then we can move forward." Ogron's eyes went wide, he had no one but his teacher, was this actually a form of love? The doors at the top of the stairs shut —there was no way out.

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Four years he was in that dungeon. Beaten, electrocuted, and otherwise magically tormented. Isolation and loneliness crept into him. His teacher's hand was cruel and unforgiving, but his words, so kind. A kindness Ogron clung to. His teacher had to o love him— this had to be love. He eventually started fighting back , but he wasn't as strong, so it never really did much. On this night, an electric current flowed through him as he writhed on the ground. His mind began to empty as the waves warmed him—it began to feel like an embrace.

"Ogron, darling, does it hurt?" Oh the sincerity of his teachers voice brought a smile to his face—this pain was love. This pain was for his own good. He relished in it. A harsh pain caused him to roll onto his back, his teacher stood with a metal rod. He raised it once more, bringing it down with harsh impact —and Ogron smiled at him.

"Oh? Happy today are we?"

"Yes, because I love you," a genuine smile danced on his face. The pain came to a stop, Valtor pulled him close.

"I'm so happy, you finally understand then?"

"Pain makes you stronger, and I want to be strong for you. Love is pain,"

"That's very good my beautiful boy—ACK—" Valtor looked down, red began to pool through his shirt. The same rod that was used to scar Ogron now rested through his heart. Ogron pulled it out. Then pierced him once more. He stood over his now bloody teacher. The only friend he ever had, the only person he'd known. He rose the rod.

"O…gr—"

"I love you papa~!" He pierced through Valtor's throat. When his teacher was still he sank to his knees, tears streamed down his face, and yet he smiled. This world would know his love, and they'd love him too.