220 He, in the past

He was born with traits that were so much unlike his parents and were too unsightly to be seen by the public. Many looked at him with sheer remorse. Some looked at him as if he was filth. He was used to it—because after all, shortly after being born, his mother refused to even look at him the second time around. After being born, he wasn't even held nor breastfed. His father shortly left his mother after taking a glance at the newborn him.

"This is not my child."

"Dear, n-no!"

His existence had tainted more than a thousand years worth of history. He was the black sheep of the family, who harbored the characteristics of a slave race that was deemed to be the lowest of the low. The slave race that aren't even considered human.

The Heilen clan.