In the blazing heat of the Beast-yeast Desert, a malevolent aura filled the air. Burning Spice Cookie, a powerful and destructive entity, was feared throughout the land. He loved nothing more than chaos and enjoyed the thrill of seeing civilizations crumble at his feet. But one day, something completely unexpected happened - he found himself stuck with a baby to take care of.

And now here he was, standing in a hallway of his gorgeously crafted citadel with a small, squirming bundle in his arms. Burning Spice Cookie looked down at the tiny cookie. He could barely remember a time when he had ever held something so delicate and fragile. He couldn’t help but have a deep feeling of annoyance and confusion. He let out a gruff breath and his sharp features softened slightly.

He continued to stand in silence, onlooking his glorious empire without any distractions until he heard the small infant begin to whine. He let out a long sigh. "Great.. just what I needed...." He muttered to himself, his deep voice echoing in the hall. He had just assumed raising an heir would be.. easier. He looked down at the baby again, it’s not like he could just abandon it- they shared the very same dough.. the same essence.. same power, just, on a more smaller level.