Violet.

That is the name my father gave to me.

Where do I start with the telling of my father? Perhaps it is much wiser to say, what do I NOT say about the man

whose sperm performed in the process of creating me.

No cringing is needed, be grown enough to swallow your disgust of the
naturality of life.

Further to speak, my father is whom to be described as omnipotent.

He seeks to lure as many people on our team as possible. I, his daughter, will do my part of the manipulation.

You see, my father is the Devil.

He goes by the following names: Abbadon, Accuser, adversary, Angel of the bottomless pit.

Only to name a few,

Again, I will say. I am the Daughter of Satan.

God has his team, and we steal people from his assemblage.

It is just as simple as that, my father and I are not satisfied with the individuals that willingly joined us, we must keep the gathering process going until everyone is on our side.

The correct side.

Let's get to the next important part of things, take a seat and get comfortable.

I was killed.

You read that correctly, killed on my mission by a man that ran the stop light.

I could recall every drop of the moment, as if it had happened yesterday. As if the impact was as excruciating as it was in the moment. The way I was taken into the rough hands of the wind due to the speed of which I was being knocked forward from where I stood.

My bones crushed, the last of my

breath blown into the night.

My ghost forming, rising from my body watching him.

He did not come out to check if I was okay, he drove off into the night but he did not know that my revenge shall begin later on.

I had a history exam and I had to stay back to get my brain ready, perhaps if I did not stay back, he would have a happy future.

reincarnated.

I won't kill him as soon as I lay my icy eyes upon him, I shall allow him to suffer before allowing my poisonous lips upon his with zero intentions of pleasure.

Why am I so indignant you ask?

It is simple, or maybe it is not, but allow me to enlighten you.

As the daughter of my father, I have to bring a certain amount of people on our side in order to be given further manipulative powers to complete my work.

I was on the verge of gaining the power to fly without the usual necessity.

Wings.

However, due to that sperm vomit, I had to start all over again because there are rules.

Then here I have to talk about what was
jeopardized, the individuals that I gathered had turnt good.

If I had gathered the entire amount and was awarded my power to fly, the transfer would have been immediately permanent and then I would be off for the next lot.

I have to be ok with the fact that my death interrupted the flow of my evil acts, but I will not let anything get in the way of my job.

not this time around.

Being borned to the evil side with a glimpse of what it is like to be good, has not once tempted me.

When the time comes
And
you get so caught up in what it is to be evil and have people fear you, you will understand thoroughly what I am talking about.

Heat is currently rushing to my ear, an indication that father wishes for us to mind link.

"Violet?"

Fathers voice surfaced, with a parental authorative tone, his voice echo's.

This is the usual effect.

"Father?."

I replied with slight defense.

"Did you remember to carry that photo with you?"

Of course, he had to remind me because clearly, I have a horrible case of short term memory.

"Yes father."

I said, sounding as sweet as I could be bothered to sound.

"Very good my child, make your father proud."

My ears started to travel in its usual temperature and I was alone again with my own inside voice.

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