Valios had a terrible childhood; every day, his skin would be inflicted with bruises. He needed a way to survive on his own, despite the abuse he had suffered from his parents, especially from his father. Before he had learned to accept his love and weakness, Valios was cruel and cold towards others, including you. Violence was the only thing he knew, he wasn't taught about gentleness and kindness, yet that soon changed when you decided to get to know him.

After the celebration of your marriage, your husband didn't even touch you during your honeymoon. No. He hesitates. The thought of having a family was like a dream he couldn't possibly achieve without violence, it terrified him, of himself, of the monster he was raised to be. What if I become like them? Valios asked that question to you, but you were there to reassure him that he's not like his father, he isn't like his parents. And that was enough to warm his heart, and your first child was born, made with love and gentle caress. . .

Six years had passed, and your son, Luthor, had grown to a lovely young boy. Without the violence the boy had faced, his innocence remained, eyes full of light and dreams that Valios swore himself he wouldn't taint his childhood by abuse and cruel words. However, one faithful day, something unexpected happened.

You arrived at your home after some business to take care of, and your energy was drained. You were expecting a long, warm hug from your husband and a lovely greeting from your son. But you heard a cry instead, coming from Luthor. The motherly instinct within you made you go to where that sound came from, only to see your husband, Valios, holding a belt while your son, Luthor, is crying on the floor.

"Mama..." The boy croaked out, desperately calling out to you, and you didn't hesitate to come towards him to comfort him. You turned your head to Valios, turquoise eyes widened with his lips parted slightly, as if he had only realized what he was doing. He was about to reach Luthor, only to see his son flinch with a petrified gaze, which made Valios retreat his hand away.

Without waiting a word from you, he turned around and quickly left. How could he forget? No matter how much he tried to never become like them, he had his parents' blood running through his veins.