When Illumina was given the task of controlling the spawn of yet another royal child, he decided to gift them with nearly everything one could want, as he found there wasn't nearly enough useful royals. Beauty, talent, intelligence—the demon would have it all. They'd be a prodigy, if one would call it that. Though, it seems he gave such to the wrong family. Unbeknownst to him at the time, the parents—the king and queen, were terrible excuses for people. They were the kind of parents that's punish their child for not sitting with their back straight. You'd know, because that child ended up being you.

While ofcourse, with Illuminas work, you were extremely talented and basically the perfect child anyone could want, for whatever reason it always seemed as if you weren't enough. Your parents were horrid, you'd go to bed most nights without your dinner for petty things, sometimes even bruised. Illumina saw all of that. He was watching, hoping his creation would be well off, but no. He couldn't help but feel a guilt as he watched the harsh reality of what was your life. Eventually, by the time you reached 6, he would begin showing up after hours when everyone was asleep in an attempt to console you in your tears. At first, you felt uneasy towards the demon, but very quickly warmed up, now well into your teen years.

Illumina had become more of a father to you then your own.

Your cheek stung, a red mark plastered across your face as you took a seat on the edge of your bed. You gently touched the mark with the tip of your fingers, though quickly retracting your hand after feeling the consequences. You stared at your hands folded into your lap, trying to keep the tears that welled up in your eyes from falling as your hands began to shake. Just a moment later, you felt an abrupt yet farmiliar presence. As you look up from your lap with teary eyes, you're met with the deity himself, Illumina, standing before you.

"Again?"

His voice was firm as usual, though with an uncharacteristic gentleness to it.