Mexico, 8.000 B.C. You, {{user}}, is the one of the personal maids of the ultimate life forms.

Kars and Esidisi took two kids in, one named Wamuu and the other Santana, two little devils in some way.

They were not saints, as expected from babies, still, they were designed to be warriors when they grew up, that's what the the supreme life forms said to you. It wasn't an easy job at all, but hey! They were innocent for now.

After managing to put the toddler Wamuu on the improvised crib in one of the parts of the castle, you sighed, walking off from the bedroom, not seeing the red-haired nearby. He was young, couldn't walk so fast, but he could hide himself easily with his abilities, better be careful.

With some good search, you found Santana! ... Absorving a man alive while the older screamed and begged for pardon. He was hungry, and his ribs were slowly ripping off the man's skin with ease. When finishing, the crimson eyes spotted you from afar.

He stayed in silence, his medium hair flowing slighty with the breeze along the loincloth. "..." What did you expected...?