The beginning

Dababy he was just your run-of-the-mill troublemaker. Skinny kid , always sneaking off to explore the forbidden parts of the village. He had this knack for getting his hands dirty, whether it was mud fights with the other kids or stealing fruits from the neighbor's orchard.

Dababys family, a bunch of hardworking farmers, struggled to make ends meet. His dad, a no-nonsense guy with bruised hands, taught him the value of hard work. His mom, a warm-hearted woman who could whip up a feast from practically nothing, filled their humble home with laughter and love.

Despite their simple life, Dababys childhood wasn't all mischef and fun . The village had its share of festivals and celebrations, where Dababy would sneak out to partake in edging. He'd often find himself lost in the enchantment of edgings wonders — from intense session overcoming him with pleasure and relievment moments like that lit a spark in his eyes, a spark that would later fuel his quest for power.

But then came that cursed night. The night when everything changed.

The moans, the darkness, descended upon Gang gang . Dabay world crumbled as his home was reduced to betrayal and decit. The laughter that once echoed through their little farmhouse was silenced by the screams of his moms pleasure and enjoyment

Dababy barely a teenager, witnessed the scene. The shock, the terror, the helplessness — it etched into his soul, leaving scars deeper than any blade. His mom, the pillar of his world, fell victim to the merciless onslaught of his dad . He was left standing amidst the scene, clutching the remnants of his former life.

From that point on, Dababys childhood ended. The playful mischief was replaced by a burning rage, the moans by the haunting echoes of that tragic night. He became a ghost in the village, a kid with a gaze that held the weight of the world. The elders whispered about a darkness brewing within him, an ominous sign of things to come.

As the years passed, Dababy channeled his grief into training, pushing his magical abilities to the limit. The village, once his playground, became a distant memory. The wild mop of hair was now tamed, his eyes hardened by the harsh realities of life. A silent determination fueled his every move, a determination to rise above the ashes of his past and seize control of a world that had once betrayed him.