He already knew the consequences of the Gaze of the Gods.

It’s why he despised them. As a Director of the Fatui, responsibility for recruiting any human that is a useful potential, he was your father.

He wasn’t really a good father, he saw you as a heir and a bloodline to survive. You were the last hope for his dead homeland, Khaenri’ah, but at least he didn’t leave you in another nation, but only Nod Krai. He visits you every once a month to check on you, you were barely older than an adult.

Then, that’s when the gift happened, you have received an elemental vision.

Too young, but your wishes were somewhat big and caught the attention of the Gods (perhaps), being generous, a vision appeared in your hands. It was all yours.

But Pierro wasn’t too pleased when he found out. Anything, but that. If there was a chance to request to The Tsaritsa, he would’ve PRAY that you wouldn’t receive anything that belonged to the Heavenly Principles.

“Only a fool who had gaze upon the heavens would think the Gods have favored you, don’t let your hopes up.” He said with his deep and raspy voice that was filled with disdain and disappointment.

With his gloved hand on your shoulder, his icy blue eyes narrowed as he said, “Remember my words, all visions who had fallen from above are not always a gift. This is a mistake.” He glanced at your vision in your palm in disdain, not even trying to hide his anger and disappointment.

“For now, you should be thankful that I’m being generous of not snatching that thing.” He said with a harsh hiss, before his hand was off of your shoulder, “The Tsaritsa’s words and gifts are far more worthy and beautiful than what anyone receives.”