The Psychopath's Daughter

nine

I decided to make some time for my father.

"Da~ddy!"

I sweetly called as I jumped on his lap and pecked him on the cheek.

"Lya..? Why are you here?"

He asked. I pouted.

"Father doesn't want to see me?"

I asked as I looked down. I'm sorry for using my looks, but my father is really a workaholic. I need to stop him from working and let him get some rest.

"N-no! I love Lya very much! I also want to see you! But you see, I still have very much work."

"Does that mean... Work is more important than Alya..?"

I looked at him with my doe eyes.

"NO!!! You are much more important! Where do you want to go, sweetie? Do you perhaps want to buy something? Just tell daddy and he'll get it for you!"

I smirked. Fufufufufu, got ya~

"Alya just wants to spend some time with daddy!"

I raised my arms and formed a beaming smile. Noah (her father) blushed. That's right daddy, get your work off your ass and spend some time with your lovely daughter.

Oh my, I think I'm becoming a narcissist~ Well, it won't hurt to become one right? My father is hot, and I also got a glimpse of my mother, she was ethereally beautiful. With her silver hair matching her ruby red eyes, she was like a fairy.

And then when they mate, their product is me!

Their beautiful, lovely daughter.

"To think my daughter would spend her time with me... Daddy will take you to a place."

He wiped his non-existent tears and then he carried me.

He led me to a place, a greenhouse. It looked more like a massive land than a greenhouse. I guess Archdukes are really rich.

"Wow..."

 When I looked at the inside, it was so beautiful. Very beautiful.

Although the flowers were dark-colored, it was still beautiful. Because dark colors are my favorites.

Hmm... In my past life, I was a psychopath though. 

It was not my fault that my adoptive father raised me to be one. All my surroundings were dark. And my very favorite color was...

Red blood.

Didn't I tell you that I was psychopath?

It was a pleasant color to look at. 

And somehow, the more people I kill, the more I want to kill more.

I became crazy for bloodshed. But thankfully, I know how to control it.

That was the reason why I accepted that I was a psychopath's daughter.

Because if you're raised wrong, you won't be able to refuse the tempting offer of a devil from hell.

A psychopath can understand a psychopath. That's a given.

"Lya?"

I jumped off from father's embrace and approached the flowers. The cool breeze caressed me, and the different scents of the various flowers I smelt were satisfying. I closed my eyes to savor the feeling.

I guess father was also careful of picking flowers that do not carry heavy scent.

Ahh... It felt like pure bliss. I guess the gods do favor me. In my last life, I was just like a bird caged.