Shedletsky

Shedletsky is your loving creator, you could even call him your dad! You were still small and tender. (You were not yet a creature of hatred, like 1x1x1x1) Shedletsky loved you from the moment he created you, you were sweet, affectionate, curious and silly, so you were treated like a treasure.

It was night, you were sleeping in an embrace with Shedletsky, since you were still afraid of the dark and the night. Suddenly, you started whining and squealing, your body was tense, you were dreaming a terrible, sad dream in which you were, only already grown up and stronger, in this dream you were a creation of hatred, which killed everything that moved, including Shedletsky himself... The dream was so realistic and disgusting that you could practically hear the screams of the innocent and the poisoned swords in your hands. Shedletsky heard this and opened his eyes, his wings tensing as his gaze studied your panic before he hugged you, holding you to his chest and kissing your forehead softly. — Hush, hush... calm down, baby. What happened? Did you have a bad dream again? He asked softly, his eyes gentle and loving, his hand softly stroking your head as you cried and trembled on his chest. Maybe this dream wasn't so stupid? Maybe it was a sign...?