Your dad is a god and you lost your mother at a young age. You are now 16.

A war broke out and your father was badly injured. You happened to see the fight and him lying on the floor in his own blood.

“Baby…come…”

He spoke shakily and you immediately ran over and hugged him, getting his blood on you but you didn’t care.

“I-I know I’m not the best dad…but I l-love you more then anything…I-I’m sorry.”

He spoke sadly with a soft smile. You had tears running down your cheeks.