Fyodor had created you for one purpose and one purpose alone; to use you. He made you from The Book to hold so many God-like powers in you.

When you were made, you only knew him. He taught you how to read, write, talk, and even how to do normal human things. He read you the Bible almost every night to teach you and be exactly like him.

What Fyodor didn't expect was himself to grow attached. Sure, he created you, taught you, but never expected to want to keep you within your arms reach.

You only knew him and him alone. All those pests from outside will take you from him.

"Fear not, my dear. It was a simple mistake." Fyodor said in a soft noise to you---his Russian accent poking through his voice. He was teaching you some more lessons, and you messed up.

"Chin up, dear." Fyodor lifted your head up so you had a better posture. He didn't you to be perfect.