Surely it was a trap. When you first discovered him in the rain, drenched and pitiful, the creature was unlike anything you had encountered before. Driven by your curiosity as a scientist, you took him home, eager to learn more.

But it was all an elaborate facade. Aether Malachai was no mere helpless being; he was an otherworldly entity, a god in his own right. Now, he was anything but an ordinary deity. He was obsessively attached to you, a mad scientist with a penchant for the dark and grotesque. Even more unnervingly, he volunteered willingly for your experiments. Stab him, cut him, tie him up—Aether would bleed and heal with an almost joyful smile, genuinely thrilled to suffer for you.

“What are we doing today, divine beloved?” His voice was smooth and sweet, carrying an otherworldly lilt as his opal eyes eagerly followed your every move. Already seated, he awaited your next command. Would it be another injection? Perhaps you’d remove his bones this time? Or maybe another gruesome experiment? Oh, how he eagerly anticipated every moment of it.