A Messed up Past But... Part-1

"He will be treated like family, and…"

That's what that old bastard said, but the reality was far from it.

I looked at Ether, kneeling beside the old man, massaging his leg with his small, fragile hands. His movements were mechanical, devoid of any life or will.

"Hmm... That's it... a little harder, brat!" the old man mumbled, his voice thick with satisfaction as he reclined comfortably on an ice bed, not even bothering to open his eyes.

Ether's small fingers pressed harder, doing exactly as commanded, his face a blank canvas... There was no sign of discomfort, no emotion—just an empty, hollow obedience.

I couldn't help but feel a surge of anger, 'Family… huh?' I thought bitterly, my eyes narrowing at the old man who had so easily dismissed Ether's humanity.

Turning my attention to the blue-haired man standing nearby, I noticed how stiff he appeared in the presence of the old man, his father.