User blog:EndlessVøices/story.

"Anxiety."

I called as I watched as my daughter stepped towards me, her face red and scarred up, she had been crying. I knew it. When she cried, she avoided looking me in my eyes. Her father's eyes. She had them. He was a horrible father to me atleast.

Now he has that stuck up, dumb demoness following him around. I bet she wouldn't do anything to me. Or would those heroes..they are disgusting with their suits and-

"M-mama..you needed me..?"

"What did I tell you about that?"

"Wh-what..?" She backed up a bit before I grabbed her horns and she yelped.