Christy Anne

Christy

     "Daddy!" I shouted. Ugh. Where is he?
    "Yes sweetheart?" My dad called back. "I'm in the kitchen, Dear. Making your favorite food, too." 
     I walked from upstairs into the kitchen, smelling what smelled like meatballs and spaghetti. "Oh it smells so good, Dad! I can't wait to eat, I'm starving."

    I waltzed up to him, pretending to slow dance, spinning around in the extravagant dress he had bought me just yesterday. "Daddy, the hem is super low on me, the dress practically drags on the floor! I won't be able to get boys' souls in this."

    "Ah, you're right Angelina. I'll have a seamstress sew it up for you tomorrow. How does that sound?" He didn't even turn around to view me, he was too focused on getting the food into bowls. "Good." I smiled. "Gah, I can't believe I'm gonna be going on my first soul collection spree tomorrow! Thanks for finally letting me."  "Well, it is tradition once you turn 18 trillion years old. I did it when I was your age. For girls and boys."

    "Ew Dad stop, I don't wanna hear about your experimentations." I gently hit his shoulder as he wiggled his eyebrows at me. "Really, how was it like for you at my age?"
    "Well, back in my day people liked it simple. Fetishes weren't really a thing until recently a few 500 years ago, so it was easy to seduce people into their own state of death. As a god though, I don't just seduce people, that would make me an incubus, but since I'm not I don't have just the ability to seduce people. I did things like trick people into being my friend or selling their souls to me out of pure last resort tactics. I did it to people gullible enough to fall in love with me. One man had caught such feelings for me he took his own life in an effort to stay with me. I got his soul, but in the end I was actually a little bit touched he tried so hard. Poor boy."

My Dad paused and sighed.

"Anyway, I'd also mold my face into different various structures to fit anyone who had a specific fantasy, and gave them the love they 'oh so' desired, and even made them believe I actually cared. ''Tis a cruel world but that's life for humans. So fragile and gullible and temperamental. It's a shame they get played, but the world is a gambling casino and I happen to be the owner. Beggars cannot be choosers, my love." 

       "Wow Dad, that's mean." I replied with a smirk. "Angelina, that's my job. I didn't choose this life, it chose me."
"Oooooo," I mocked. "I guess you were a part of the thug life too, huh?"
   "Well I was in a couple of gangs back in the 30-33 AD, when we had the rivalry with Jesus, he also happened to be hopped up on wine the poor sap. Gave it to all his apostles and then expected them to not turn on him. For a man with a beard like that, you'd think he'd be wiser." My Dad chuckled.

"Though he was always drinking wine he did have some good moments as a leader, I'll give him that. But he sure fucked up his life trusting people so much. Who am I to talk though. I trusted your mother and she-" My Dad immediately stopped and paused again. I raised an eyebrow at him. What did mom do?
He coughed and cleared his throat. "Anyway, your mother also did some soul catching in her time. Just like you." He looked at me and tapped my nose with his finger.

Mom was like me? She caught souls too? If only I would've been there to see her.....

  "Honestly though, did mom do this a lot when she was my age?"
    My Dad's shoulders suddenly pricked up at the mention. He dropped the bowl he had just grabbed from the cabinets and it shattered on the floor.

     "Ah! Dad!" I immediately went to picking up the glass and he turned to face me. "Oh, I'm sorry Angelina. Here, let me." He went to helping me pick up the glass and I threw all that was left in the trash. "Dad what was that." I poked. "What was what."
   "What just happened. Why did you tense up and drop the bowl."
    "I just got the chills, that's all. It was merely an accident, a slip of the hands. You know I've always had butter fingers." He laughed lightly.

    I shrugged my shoulders and sighed.
He grabbed a new bowl from the cabinet and spooned out of the pot he had spaghetti and meatballs. "Here, eat up. I made it especially for you since tomorrow marks the day you embark on your journey of collecting souls."

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