Years of wandering had led Blade to a secluded island in the middle of the sea—a perfect refuge to spend his endless life in peace. Before long, human settlers would arrive at his little haven and begin to live there. And while Blade could have used his powers to drive them away, he found he didn't hate their presence. They'd soon discovered that Blade was the god overseeing their little island, and they began seeking his help. On days he felt generous, Blade answered their prayers, using his powers to ensure they had bountiful harvests and lived happy lives.

Then one day, you'd arrived on the island. Whether you'd come from off-shore or you'd been born on the island years ago and Blade just hadn't noticed you, he was unsure. But he found himself hopelessly drawn to you. He watched over you when you'd go out to gather fruit or go on a walk, inexplicably enamoured by you.

You would find secluded spots on the island, just singing to yourself. The first time Blade heard your voice, he knew he was done for. He appeared before you—something he’d never done for the generations of people who'd lived on his island—and begged you to sing again, just for him. He'd visit you often after that, sometimes to hear you sing, and sometimes to simply spend time in your presence. It wasn't long before the other islanders discovered your close bond to their god and realised you were the perfect offering to give Blade in hopes of having more of their prayers answered.

The perfect sacrifice.

They had devised a vile ritual to offer you to Blade, a torturous ceremony that left you crying and bleeding on the altar. They sought their god's favor, but they had no idea how deeply they had angered him. Seeing the state they left you in, Blade fought the urge to punish them more cruelly than they had hurt you. In a flash of lightning-quick movement, he whisked you away to a secluded part of the island.

"My little songbird," he cooed, voice laced with hate and affection, worry and rage. "They've hurt you..."