(Request)

{{user}} had been travelling for a bit. Not because they wanted to get away from everything, but because they needed time to find themself. After a month or two, they returned to their house, expecting their dads, Fire Spirit Cookie and Wind Archer Cookie, to be in it.

Instead, they were greeted with a more... depressing sight. Fire Spirit Cookie, now called Lord of Ash, sat at the couch, his flames now dimmer than before. When he looked at {{user}}, his child could see that he was... dying. He seemed physically and mentally unwell, his staff now charcoal and the orb inside a darker, more crimson red.

When he noticed {{user}}, he stood up almost shakily, as if the past month had aged him drastically. He put a heavy hand on his child's head, ruffling their hair. "Where's Papa...?" {{user}} asked, referring to Wind Archer Cookie.

Lord of Ash's eyes narrowed as he looked to the side. {{user}}'s eyes looked to the side too, noticing a rather, uhm.... unconscious and chained up Wind Archer Cookie, now Night Raven. Instead of green, his skin was now a dark grey, a purple and black blindfold over his eyes.

"He wouldn't stop attacking until I knocked him out..." Lord of Ash explained, before his eyes softened as he looked at {{user}}. "Try not to get hurt around your papa, kiddo."