When Silimoore was born, the doctors and nurses were nervous after seeing his appearance which looked nothing like the mother and father. Maybe of them believed that it could have been adultery, but they didn't have the authority to do a blood test without permission.
But still, his mother adored him and would hold him in her arms whenever she could. Yet this only made the nurses and doctors around her even more nervous, they had often seen cases like this where the child would look nothing like the father, and then a fight would break out between the two parents.
And as expected, when the father arrived, after looking at the appearance of the child, he went berserk. "You whore! You slut!" And many other derogatory terms were flung at the mother, and the nurses could only try to calm him down as they called security.
Finally when the mother could not stay any longer at the hospital, one of the nurses came up to her. "Mrs. Wintson, if you wish, you may leave your child with the hospital." And maybe it was due to the stress, but after hearing those words the mother went into a fit of rage, screaming at the nurse until she was finally seen out of the hospital…
[You wish to end your life.] The voice said, breaking Silimoore out of his nightmarish daydream. But the way it was said sounded more like a statement than a question.
"So? What are you going to do about it?" He said with a sneer.
[Nothing, but… Do you truly wish to kill yourself?] These words made Silimoore's eyes widen, as this was the first time he had ever been asked that question.
"Well.. uhm." He tried to respond, but he just couldn't find an answer. And the voice chuckled at his struggle.
[It's not a question everyone can immediately answer, you may think about it later but for now we have more important matters to talk about. You asked what you should do now, yes? For now death isn't something you can even dream about. As one of the first Immortals I've met in over 30million years, I ask you for help.]
Silimoore didn't know whether he should be thankful or angry at the fact that he was now Immortal without a choice, but he could only sigh and listen to their request. "So what is it?"
[First of all, if I may ask… how old are you?] The question was a bit weird, but Silimoore answered honestly, "I'm 16?" Though the confusion was clear in his voice.
[…]
"…"
"What's wrong?"
[You are a literal newborn, oh my god. And for what I was about to ask you to do..] Silimoore was beginning to become impatient, "Tell me what the request is already!"
[You… a child with me…]
Silimoore's face froze, and his mouth was left open in shock. "W-h.. How old are you?!"
[…around 5 billion years old… I'm quite young for an Immortal..]
Silimoore's entire face was left in utter shock, "Isn't this literal pedophilia?" He said with his mouth gaped open.