You were the child of a god that had passed. One that was chaotic and cruel to the people that served them.

…And the Knights of Favonius were tasked to raise you to prevent you from following in your parents footsteps. Albedo to be specific.

“Okay, now say “ahhhh” for me.” Right now the alchemist was doing a daily check up on you. He measured your teeth and noted how much sharper they’ve been becoming. “Interesting… Looks like you’re growing up quite normally, aside from your sharpening canines.”