Phone Call

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~Father's POV~

"Cult?! WHAT!?"

"According to her record, the girl you are fostering now is named Lilith Akuma, and you guys are the first home she's been in."

"we were told she's been in three other homes!"

"Well, you are the first family she has on record. If there were other families, the social worker who helped you foster her must have wiped them from our database before we fired him."

"So that fucking social worker lied to us?!"
"I'm Afraid so, sir. I apologize for any misinformation that he may have given you. We are investigating both Lilith and the social worker as we speak. Do you have any other questions?"

"N-no.."

"Have a good day then."

He heard a click on the other line as the social worker hung up. The phone dropped as he lowered his head into his hands. What has he just gotten himself into?

He heard the two girls giggling in the living room, him peeking in to see what was going on. The two girls were sitting on the couch watching tv, with Lilith explaining what was going on.

"And in THIS scene, she's hitting him over the head for being a peeping tom!" Lilith laughed out, with Poka laughing with her. 

"this show is so funny!" Poka giggled.
"It really is!" Lilith responded, before looking back and smiling at the father, "Hello papa! How are you?"

"I'm...good. You two having fun?"

"Yes we are, papa! Precious showed me this awesome show, and its super funny! You should watch it with us!" Poka said.

"...maybe later." He said before walking back into the kitchen. 

He sat down at the table, putting his head back in his hands as he weighed out the situation. Worst case scenario, this kid is the antichrist. Best case scenario, a cult is going to be going after her and possible them. What was he to do?

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