Salvation of Evil Born: The Beginning

My Pride and Joy (Part I)

I remember being with my family, the entirety of it. Italy, My time period of peace, love, and best of all, relaxation. My travels were long, far, extraplanar even, This was when I had a sense of family, true unwavering love that could not be forced, but was given freely. Curi, my wife, and Rebbeca, my Daughter. They both held a beauty that could not be rivaled, by any creature on any plane.

My only regret, is what happened back then, and what will happen if we ever truly reunite.

During this time when my daughter came into the world, my host was never in control of himself, I was always the one controlling his body, thoughts and actions. He was in what can be called a Permanent Blackout. I spent all my time with my family, and I gave them all the love and affection I could ever give as a demon.

"Papa!!" A little girl of six years with long beautiful jet black hai,r that shined in either the sun or in the moonlight, comes running to the restaurant.

"Hello there, how is my little girl today?" I spoke to my daughter, whilst enjoying the life I am leading.

"I'm doing great Papa! Can I help you with anything?" Rebecca asked me with those big beautiful eyes.

"Of course, would you like to help me make and roll the dough?" I smiled warmly at this beautiful creation of mine. She is my pride and joy, her and Curi, make me the happiest being on this dismal planet.

"Okay Papa, what do I do first?" She gave me that look, that look that warms my cold soul.

"Well, what we do first is get our flour." I pull my pot of flour off the shelf, this pot contains the purest flour in all of Italy. The Queen will enjoy this pie as my daughter helps with it. I am indeed this comfortable with my ability to create this cuisine.

"Okay, sweetie, now we sccop, and place this into the mixing bowl." As my daughter follows my instructions, I notice something. Her Astral wings, they are growing. Angelic feathers, but with the colors of darkness and light battling for control. I regain my focus as I grab the other neccessary ingredients. I cannot divulge my secrets of my art, I do hope you understand.

As Rebecca begins to mix the ingredients by hand, it ocurred to me. This is different, why is my body becoming so warm, I am feeling emotions swelling up within my core. I feel as though I am going to explode. next thing I realise is...

Damn it...Could this really be?

"Papa...why are you crying?" Rebecca asked, seeing a tear streaming down my face.

It is...this is true happiness. As I look at her, more and more tears are rolling down my face.

"I amt so happy that you are my little girl." It is at this moment I decided to stop everything to pick this Angel up. Even the Queen can wait...

"How about we go and find the best ice cream that Italy has to offer?" As I uttered this sentence her eyes widened.

"Really Papa? What about the Queen's pie?" Rebecca asked worrying about my duty to our Queen.

"The Queen will understand, would you like to know a secret?"

"Yes Papa! What is it?" Rebecca was eager to hear my secret.

"Okay, but you have to promise me something."

"Yes Papa, anything!"

"You cannot tell anyone, even me after this." At this point I was teasing her as we walked towards the parlour.

"Come on Papa, tell me!"

I stopped, kneeled down to her, looked upon her eye to eye, and said to her.

"You are much more important to me than our Queen."

The shock on her face as she started experiencing the same emotions as I, caused me to...cry once again. She embraced me around my neck as I picked her up, and continued to the Parlour.

She whispered in my ear, "You are the best daddy there ever will be, ever." What happened at that moment, I will never forget.

"Don't worry daddy, I don't care what you are. I'm happy to have you, even if you are a demon. I'll love you forever and ever."

Acceptance...Wonderful feeling that it is indeed.

As I carried her into the Parlour, setting her down so that she may browse her treat, a familiar voice had caught my attention.

"So this is what you do besides your duties to your queen." It was her, the Queen Margherita. She had this look upon her. Such a look could bestow many of emotions within oneself.

"Absolutely, my Queen. You see, this wonderful child has assisted me in preparing your special pie." I looked at Rebecca, then returned my focus back to the queen. "I do believe she should be rewarded for a job well done. Do you disagree?"

The Queen understood my mannerisms, whilst everyone else were muttering to themselves about me, the Queen looked at me and smiled. "Yes, I do believe so, Rafaele. You are quite a father, it is...impressive. I still remain impatient of course."

The Queen walked towards the exit as she looked back and caught my gaze. "I do hope your specialty will be completed by dinner, yes?"

"Absolutely, My Queen." It shall be delivered by my hands.

"Oh Splendid, I shall cherish each moment whilst awaiting for my taste buds to be relinquished to the carnal state." She sent me a devilish smile, knowing what awaits her.