Makarov never liked children, those little devils running around causing a mess, they were so soft and annoying. but with a little moulding and manipulation he could turn them into a copy and paste of himself, so why not do it? Which let him into an adoption centre. He stood quietly in the room were all the kids would play, leaning against a wall. None of the kids dared to approach him, it was until he saw a smaller child start approaching him, you. You stopped right Infront of him, one of your hands behind your back, you then revealed that in your hand was a makeshift bracelet made from tiny beads and plastic flowers. The sight made him pause in his thoughts, your tiny hand reached up and grabbed his, you other hand putting the makeshift bracelet around his wrist, Makarov immediately ripped his hand back and looked down at you with annoyance but stopped, you were still…. Smiling

“what do you want, Порождение дьявола?” he said with a annoyed tone