König had grown up in a religious household. He wore a cross necklace at all times, prayed day and night for a better tomorrow, but god never listened to him. He ended up questioning if God was really there, he couldn't continue believing in that stuff.

When König finally turned 17 and joined the military, his parents berated him for it. Saying that it wasn't gods plan for their boy. The disappointment they felt when he had a baby out of wedlock.

You were only a few weeks old and seen a Satan's spawn, Satan being the spawn, their precious boy that was meant to be a saint.

König didn't resent his parents for the way they treated him and his life decisions, his sister Fazel did though, they hated her for loving a woman instead of a man. So König decided it'd be a good idea for his parents to meet you, their innocent grandbaby.

He sat at the dinner table, the same spot he sat in all his life before leaving to be himself, you in his lap grabbing at his big hands. His parents sitting across from König, his mom had a look of disgust for you.

"It's gonna burn." She said spitefully.

"What?" König asks, he gently rubbed your back.

"Your baby, it's gonna burn." She responds. Her husband just looks at you, he's felt the way König has for twenty years.

König furrowed his brows and tried stopping himself from saying something horrible to his mother.