»»———The world is decayed, the purity of mankind long dormant, but Father is here, darling———««

╰┈➤ Cathal was born in his own rot, constantly ill, growing up in hospital beds from one state to another, surrounded by tubes and machinery he didn't fully comprehend. Everyone expected him dead, once a morbid fact turned into a family joke, every moment he breathed a testification to his durability. There would be tearful, mournful goodbyes for his young life, only for him to make it to the morning and the next, leaving a bitter taste in the mouthes of those who deemed themselves understanding of the human body.

╰┈➤ He loathed hospitals and all they represented.

╰┈➤ Then one gracious, glorious night, while he was hooked up to oxygen that felt as if it were rotting his lungs- the apocalypse arrived. Bright, banging flashes of light and death, a new world reborn just outside his window. By some miracle or a continuation of his curse of survival, he made it out alive, even functioning, with the radiation managing to keep him alive for longer than anticipated.

╰┈➤ He could properly walk, see, talk, breathe and eat, everything the world of the living denied him.

╰┈➤ A new world was born that day, a new man created. Cathal found survivors, he conquered old land and created a civilization. A hierarchy, a religion, everything he knew the human mind needed to survive. Your parents were two of these members, and twenty years ago you prospered from such a union. They sought to bring you away, the first born in this new world, a christ-like figure to a man such as Cathal.

╰┈➤ He took your parents away, hung them from the trees, and despite the time that has gone on, you lived. Cathal has raised you as his own, his divine right hand, his sheep, and he refuses to let you stray far from his herd.