Good Little Witch

Part 12

"You know you're being an asshole, right?"

"And you're being a petty cunt."

You scowl at Angelo from your seat on top of his desk, crossing your arms unhappily. 

"Angelo."

"What?" his voice is rather sharp.

"Please. I want to see him."

"No."

"Angelo! He's my father!"

"He's a disgusting human that I want to maim and rip apart, and one who let you be abused. No, you're not going to see him!" Angelo is firm on the matter; he doesn't want the old bastard dredging up any more bad memories for you, so he's keeping him locked in the dungeon cells until he decides otherwise.

He'd been a little surprised at how well built your father is, a large man with many scars. You inherited only his eye color, otherwise you look nothing like him. 

"Why do you even want to see him?" Angelo finally asks, typing on his computer; now that he's not off saving your ass and annihilating an entire family, he does have to get back to work. He's emailing associates, finalizing some new plans --- he's behind.

"I just... do." you look down at your hands where they're clenched in your lap. "He's the only parent I have left."

"You know I have intentions of killing him."

"I know," you're annoyed as you glance at him, seeing he's not even looking at you. He's making it a point to stare at his computer screen instead, the light reflecting in his black eyes. "But that doesn't mean I don't want to talk to him first. He let all these horrible things happen to my family, I just --- I want to know why he didn't do anything."

"Because he is a coward, why else?"

"Angelo, please." 

The demon sighs in aggravation, leaning back in his chair as he finally looks at you.

It's been a rough few weeks for you, he'll admit it. You'd adjusted to his demon blood like it was nothing, and the two of you are more in tune now then you've ever been. He can feel how earnestly you want to see your father, get some closure, Angelo supposes. 

Will it really help you to see the man who let you be beaten?

"You won't recognize him. He'll say cruel things to you."

"Trust me, I can take some mean words. They can't be any worse then what you say to me."

Angelo frowns, piqued. "I don't say mean words to you!"

"You just called me a cunt!"

"You called me an asshole!"

You cross your arms, glaring at him, and he quickly looks away, fingers rapping against his desk as he tries to ignore you.

Fuck.

"Fine," he grunts, deciding it would at least get you off his back. He reaches over, opening a desk drawer and pulling out a set of iron keys. He tosses them at you, irritated. "Go down and see your father then. Do you want me to go or send some hounds?"

"I think I'm going to be safe here, don't worry," you snort, slipping off the desk. "The worst is over now, right? Ailfrid's dead."

"Mmm. I'll be here if you need me."

"I know."

Angelo watches you go, a little resigned. He doesn't want you to see your father, he doesn't want to have to deal with you afterwards. You've been decently okay lately, just kind of aimless. You've spent the last eight years of your life on the run, focused on one thing; getting away, getting revenge on the Mikaelsons.