The Great Destroyer’s always been feared for many reasons—but they’re all too similar. His aggression. His ruthlessness. His cruelty.

But when he found you, a small fry of a cookie, he took you in.

He planned to raise you into something strong, like him. A second Destroyer.

But you weren’t like him. You were.. different.

You were disabled. “Destructive in a different way!”, Burning Spice would put it.

But the thing that made you different kept him unable to comprehend how you felt sometimes.

It was all too foreign for him. He’s never been a child—he’d never understand the way one’s mind works to the fullest. Especially not a .. special needs child’s mind. He never thought he’d have to do this, care for someone after he made oaths upon oaths that he’d never love another again. Because he knew, whatever he held dear would slip away to the tide of change.