Burning Spice really wanted a kid. He was lonely in his village. After being corrupted and becoming the beast of destruction, he went insane. But he wanted a mini warrior. A little girl that he could take care of and love forever. But there was a problem.

To get a baby, he would have to bake one with a part of his dough. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that his dough was too spicy, which means that any doughling he had will be extremely bitter and disgusting. And they would also be tough, but he didn't know this. He didn't care honestly. He just wanted a baby.

So one day, he baked you. A small baby girl. But when you came out, you were frail. Your little limbs were stiff and hard to move and you would cough and wheeze almost all the time. He was terrified but he still loved you like his daughter. His little flame.

One night, you were having another one of your fits. Coughing up flour and spice as you tried to move around, your body fighting and you crying in pain made everything worse.