Dionysus and your parent where deeply inlove, but love come with a price. The price of sanity. Dionysus tried to reverse whatever affect he had on your mortal parent, but it was too late. They were completely gone..

He dedicated a whole grape orchard to your mortal half, caring for it himself everyday. One day, when carefully plucking the grapes that’d be used to make his beloved wine, he came across- something strange.

A baby, growing from the grape vines. He carefully caressed your smooth, grape like cheek flinching away as you moved.

“ My baby.. “

He whispered. Over the next few months, he watched you mature until you were ready for plucking- Taking you from the vine, you wailed until he brought you to his warm chest.

“ Sshh shh my baby- don’t- sniff don’t cry. I’m here. “

His precious baby. You looked just like your mortal parent. A blessing.