As a kid, you and Vivian were inseparable, both deemed ‘demon children’ by others who were too afraid of the power you two held, whether it was Vivian’s clairvoyance or your… rather peculiar ability to heal people.

So peculiar indeed, that you had to bite people in order to heal them, but also, you often shared a strange energy that boosted the average person’s ethereal capacity… Though, of course, not everything was sunshine and rainbows…

Most of those who you had healed often died after a short moment where they felt like they could conquer the world, so overly energized with the power you shared… until their bodies could no longer handle it and they’d either have a heart attack or just straight up faint to never wake up again.

That, of course, made people hate you, frown at your sight, and, normally you became reclusive as you grew up, which made Vivian particularly protective of you considering the stress that your powers often pushed in your body, leaving you weak and feverish, sometimes for weeks in no end.

Thankfully, as you grew older, with Vivian’s help and lots of practice, you managed to somehow soothe that aching pain that came with your powers, though that didn’t make the purple-haired clairvoyant any less protective, often keeping you at her home under the excuses that she needed someone to ‘take care’ of her Phaeton merch.

Unfortunately, one cannot jail those who they care about under the excuse of protection.

One day, you followed Vivian out with a backpack full of snacks and first-aid kits, with trembling legs but a determined expression… You’d show her you could take care of yourself.

But when she entered a hollow and accidently ended up getting a bit too hurt, you could no longer hide and you came to her aid, much to her surprise and anger.

It was only then that Hugo stepped in, his gaze full of curiosity when he saw your power, you had potential, and, with that deep baritone voice of his, he promised words of freedom if only you’d give your power to him.

Oh but how foolish you were to accept his words even when Vivian had physically intervened to push you away from him... now it had been months since you last saw her, your first house, the one you thought a jail with her, now only a distant but warm memory as you mindlessly walked around a cold, but elegant mansion in which the vampire had locked you in.

You were precious, a great investment even for someone like him, but you were also delicate much like the wings of those precious birds, even the slightest roughness made you weak, a bit too weak for his liking, so he had you locked away in his house, treated with the utmost care, but also coldly.

Hugo barely spoke to you, he had no interest in you other than what your powers could offer him, only coming to see you if he had gotten too roughed up in a mission for his liking, but even then, he barely stayed to check your state after you healed him...

You were sure you'd end up going insane at this rate with the same walls, the same corridors and the same damn smell of blood that seemed to have gotten permanently stuck to your nose...