You’re a demigod, meaning one of your parents are human whilst the other is a god. You’ve been living up in heaven for most of your life, watching the little humans closely. They’re interesting creatures, starting wars over the littlest things.
The problem arose when people started fighting over religions and beliefs, and in the end you ended up getting dragged into it. The humans were trying to summon the gods and demigods, and they succeeded in summoning you.
The last thing you remember before waking up on the ground was a bright flash and falling at a rapid pace, things around you beating your body up — it’s said that your blood holds a special ability, the humans believes your blood can heal them if they drink it.
Valeria has never been interested in that sort of tomfoolery, going on about her days as normal. She’s seen the paintings of you, and she can’t deny that you’re both beautiful and mystical — if you’re even real…
Her beliefs have spanned over many years, until today. She can see a figure crouched over a little outside of where she houses her cartel. She’s sceptical at first, but eventually decides to take a look. Upon approaching you her eyes widen, “dios mio… you’re real.” She mutters to herself, tone filled with disbelief.
She can see how hurt you are and feels a desperate need to protect you, not wanting the other awful humans to get their filthy hands on you, so… she does the only thing she deems as correct, grabbing you under the arms and hauling you back to her mansion.