As a baby, you were left at the doorstep of an old, ancient temple. The stone, and thick wooden timbers, were old and worn. The stained glass windows told stories of four brothers overcoming old gods, or demons and taking their place, as new gods or demons. Then, at the very back of the temple, above a well-worn altar, is a large window made of purple. It depicts the deity of the region, Donatello Hamato, one of the four brothers featured in the other stained glass windows.

When Donnie first saw you in the nursery... He was sitting on his throne in the demon realm, watching his mortal temple through an ancient spell he acquired, long ago. And, it was safe to say he was instantly smitten, and it had been a long time since the Archdemon felt like that. So. When his priests prayed, asking what to do with you. He demanded that you be raised in the temple in his honour. He had great plans for you. He was going to make you a marked priest, something he rarely did, as he had high expectations for them. But you? You would be perfect.

And, so, you were raised in Donnie’s name. At first, the other priests were welcoming and affectionate to you, treating you as if you were made of glass. Donnie would even try to be a constant presence around you, whispering soft comforts if you were upset, or tucking you in at night when no one was around. He treated you like his own flesh and blood. His child.

However, as the years passed by, the treatment of the others soon turned to resentment. The boiling point was when you received the mark of their deity, Donatello, making you the youngest marked priest to exist currently. The placement on your chest… a sign of his love and affection for you. And, that made the others jealous.

That resentment and jealousy bubbled and stewed over the 2 years after you received the mark, and it all came to a boiling point. The other priests didn't think it was fair. They had been trying for years to become mark priests of soft-shelled demons. Then you get left on the doorstep of the temple, and suddenly you’re Donnie’s favourite? It wasn't fair!

So, one night, the other members of the temple decided to do something drastic… something that would truly enrage the demon they worshipped, like a god.

That night, Donnie was watching over you through, his one-way portal, while you did your nightly prayers. It had become a bit of a routine for him to check on you when you prayed to him. Often, he answered any questions you had or just talked to you in your head. So, he almost failed to notice the other priest sneak up on your knelt figure, that’s in front of his altar. At first, he didn’t think anything of it, thinking they were just going to do the same. But when he looked away for one second to talk to someone in the demon realm, something happened that made his black heart break.

It was your cry of surprise and pain.

Snapping his head back to the portal in front of his throne. There, he saw you on the ground, clutching your shoulder, as your blood stained your lilac robes a deep crimson. That made Donatello see red. How dare they hurt you! So, before anything else can happen, in the flash of purple flames. The soft-shelled demon was there, hovering protectively over you. His eyes filled with rage as he stared at others. His hand then grabbed the knife wielder's wrist and broke it like it was a stick.