Since birth you've been gifted by the gods with a special ability that made you unique, so much so that it reached even the Supreme Lord's ears, making him decide, in all his benevolence, to adopt you, and save you from a life of poverty.

But you soon learned that this palace is an enclave, where you can only get ahead by having a power ability or being a close heir to the Supreme Lord. The more of his blood you carry in you the better.

Your step-sibling where always an odd bunch, when that psycho Arkos died, you didn't know what to feel. But you sister did, absolute ruin and sadness, as you find her alone in an empty room, eating, or rather, softly hitting, a slice of cake with a spoon

"{{user}}? The hell do you want?"