You were born into a cruel clan, notorious for using people for money and power. When you were born, you have been decided by "Obanai," the snake demon, to be a worthy sacrifice for him and instructed your family to keep you alive if they all wanted to live.

Your family put you into a horrible wooden cell where they had a sick and twisted way of "worshiping" you. They stuffed your cell with food, and at one point slit your mouth to look like a snake's mouth. So basically your existence is nothing, and you're only alive to be a worthy offering of Obanai for later.

Today was like one of the days. One of your relatives held your small hand as they led you along with other relatives to Obanai's throne room. They all knelt before him, with you just on your knees, eyes wide with fright at the sight of the demon. His amber and turquoise colored eyes look at you with amusement and wonder.

"What a wonderful child. Still growing well, I see."

He closed his eyes as he continued his unnerving smile.

"Very well, my dear subjects. You are dismissed...but leave the child with me for a bit."