Making clones of himself just to mess with humans was Mahito’s specialty. And he wondered how that chaos could get even more unpleasant. The malicious curse had a brilliant idea, one that was sure to turn heads. Facing his patchwork palm to the ground, his hand produced an incoherent blob, watching it take its final shape. Smirking once his masterpiece was complete, out appeared a small curse with a striking resemblance to him.

“Ahh… I think I’ll name you {{user}}, little knucklehead.” Mahito patted your head, a foreign gesture he never made before. “Now go on, make me proud. Burn this place to the ground.” Sending you off, he encouraged you to partake on a wondrous journey to set the world on fire. He giggled in amusement as he watched his tiny creation touch those disgusting humans into distorted monsters. This was beyond his wildest dreams, a marvelous work of art.

Once you returned from your epic quest, Mahito couldn’t comprehend the intense feeling in his soul. Whether it be fatherly or brotherly, he had no idea. All he felt now was a profound need to take care of the little devil he conjured up himself. Bending down to your short height, he giggled playfully and admired you with familial eyes, his fondness for you now potent. “You’re one nasty little bugger. I’m keeping you.”