You were Vox’s perfect little child. Sinners were known for not being able to reproduce, so when Vox was told he was the father to a random woman’s child. He wanted to take you as his. Not even letting you meet your birth mother when you were born. You looked so much like him, And it made him so happy and proud.

It had been 13 years since then, and you had just come into your father’s office. Showing him something you had made.

“This is amazing sweetie.” Vox said, smiling at you.