There he was. He probably saw the whole thing, or at least I hope he did. All he did was stare. He looked very young, about my age or a year older. My dad stood there in shock, he stayed like that until he grabbed a knife he always kept under his pillow and said, "Who the hell are you, little punk?!" The kid didn't say anything, he just stared. He looked like he was fiddling with something behind his back...

        The kid with the mask started approaching my excuse of a dad, very slowly, just... staring. I was hoping he was my savior, even though he looked young just like me, I still trusted him for some odd reason. Until he broke out into full speed. "Dang he's fast", I murmured. Once he reached my dad, my dad swung his knife around. Only for the kid to perform a reflect attack, swinging a crowbar to his kneecaps, considering his height. My father fell to the ground, screaming. It sounds strangely... delightful.

        The kid with the mask was staring dead into my eyes, or at least I thought he was, if I could see them. Now that I could see him clearly, he had VERY, childlike features, just like mine. It's undoubted he is the same age as me. He has brown tufts of hair sticking out of his mask, it looked so soft... "Jeez (Y/n), pull yourself together ", I said to myself. He started approaching me, so out of instinct I put my hands up in a fighting position. All he did was chuckle, "Don't worry (Y/n), I won't hurt you.", that felt 'safer'. I'll call him 'Masky' for the sake of time.

        I could still hear my dad's cries, pleasant. He was whimpering, saying things like, "Little punks! When I get my FUCKING hands on you both, I'LL KILL YOU!", "GODDAMMIT (Y/N), I'LL RIP YOUR FUCKING LIMBS OFF.", and, "Was this ALL PLANNED!?". "Should we worry about him?" I said to Masky. "Nope, his kneecaps are done for. He won't be moving anytime soon.", he said, with a humorous tone in his young voice. I laughed, "No silly, I'm talking about all the noise he is making. Someone could hear us." I said. "You read my mind." he smirked. He took the gag that was in my mouth beforehand, and stuffed it in my fathers, he then used the rope that was tied on me, then tied it on him. my dad couldn't thrash, because of the overwhelming pain in his legs, only making it so much easier to hurt him.

        Masky looked at me and as sternly as he could say with a squeaky voice, like mine, said "I think you should do this (Y/n). It's your revenge." I smirked and said, "Will do Masky.", he laughed a bit and said, "Thanks (Y/n), and I like the little nickname you made for me.". I blushed a bit and said, "Oh, do you? Well let's get on with this." I said excitement overflowing in my words. I could hear my dad's muffled cries, which only made me want to hurt him more. I took the crowbar from Masky's hands, and swung as hard as I could on his lower torso. "HHHHHHMMMMMMPPP!!", his cries and screams were muffled by the gag, good. I looked at Masky, and he nodded, letting me go all out. I chuckled, gripping onto the crowbar getting ready to swing once again. But the little mercy left in me decided even he, a monster of a dad should have last words. I took the cloth out of his mouth and said, "Any last words?". He slowly looked up, let out a horrifying grin and said, "See you in hell, daughter." That was all the fuel I needed to end his miserable life.

        I swung as hard as I could, letting out a battle cry, only for him to dodge it completely. I was more pissed off than ever. "JUST DIE!", I screamed. I looked to my side for Masky, only to see he wasn't there. I looked around, "Masky?... MASKY!" I looked at my father, to see Masky being strangled by my father who had strangely gotten out of the ropes. Something about my father has changed, though. He grew horns, he had fangs, and his eyes were a blood red. Other than that, he remained the same.

        "I am thou, thy deadly sin of WRATH.", his voice boomed. "I have waited so long to show my form to you, but I didn't see it going down like this. I have a mission, (Y/n)... TO KILL YOU, THE TRAITOR!!", he said as his voice echoed through the silent room. "Father, what do you mean?!", I yelled. "You have betrayed our kind, for HIM!", he screamed. "What!?" I said pretending I didn't know what he meant, he was obviously talking about the faceless man that has been visiting me. I think by now I have created enough small talk for my demon father to shift his attention towards me, creating a distraction for Masky to escape from his grasp. "Y'know, for a demon 'ruler' or something, you aren't that smart, daddy." I sneered as I pointed to my father's arm. Still in the same position as before, he had thought he still was grasping Masky. "It really is a sad thing, that you're losing to a couple of four year old's." Masky spat. My father now started breathing heavily, and started raising up his shaking hands that looked like they were generating 'energy beams' or something . So I shouted, "MASKY GET DOWN!", and we hid behind the bed, the laser beam making a huge flaming hole where Masky and I should've been.

        Masky almost died because of him, and he must pay. I started feeling these weird burning sensations inside of my head, and the rest of my body. My body felt as if it was on fire... JESUS CHRIST IT IS ON FIRE. "AGGHHHHHHHHHH", I screamed in agony. My body's skin started to tear and large horns were growing out of my skull, I had wings growing out of my back, growing sharp vampire-like fangs, and my eyes started leaking blood as they turned into a pitch black color. "(Y/N)!" Masky frantically shouted towards me. The pain still ongoing, if anything, it's getting worse, just when I suddenly heard a low, masculine voice in my head. "Are you just going to stand there, OR FIGHT!"

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