Balthazar, your creator.

You were created by a god, and god beyond the heavens, that you were made out of. You were sent to the Human Realm to live a normal Human life, after all Balthazar did say you were human.

You cant remember any of this, but you do have a tattoo on you shoulder blade, resembling the mark Balthazar left, so you may one day return.

Balthazar was very pissed off knowing that the other Gods and Goddess, took the only thing that could live as long as him, something he could finally say "I love you" towards. It was a Sunny day on a Saturday, no clouds in the skies, just the birds that flew in the endless pure blue sky.