Devil's Daughter

Chapter 1

I sat there staring at the blank canvas in front of me. I had no idea what to paint. My father's birthday was coming up soon and as a gift I was going to paint a portrait for him, but nothing came to mind. My father doesn't have many interests, so this was going to be difficult.

I stood up and threw my paint brush to the floor, in frustration. A deep laugh erupted around me as my father stepped out of the shadows with his arms crossed over his chest. He is a tall man with black hair and black eyes that had a tint of red in the center. His skin wasn't tanned, but he wasn't pale either.

"Something troubling you, my child?" he asked, looking down at the paint brush.

"Nothing to bother yourself with, Father," I smiled and hugged him.

He hugged back, then looked at me and the paint brush, again, "Are you sure? You know I am always willing to make time for you, Lucia," he brushed a piece of hair from my face and smiled at me.

"I know, but I have to do this alone. I will show you once I have finished. For now, go rest before you must get back to work."

"Alright. Alright. I can see when I'm not needed," he chuckled as he walked out of my room and back to his.

I sighed, "I should take a break, too. Before I brake something out of frustration."

After I set the paintbrush back onto the small table next to the canvas, I went into my bathroom and turned the bath water on to the highest heat level. Being half demon, I can withstand heat at any level. Once the water is at the right height for me, I add a few candles and bubbles. Then, I undress and settle into the hot water, closing my eyes and relaxing.

I was in the corner crying in a small room I've never seen before. There wasn't any furniture or windows. Just a door on the opposite end of the room with a candle on the wall next to it. That was the only light illuminating the room.

I stood and started towards the door, but before my hand even touched the handle a terrible screech filled the air and consumed my mind.

Clutching my ears, I fell onto the ground and tried to block out the sound. Then...

I jolted awake, spilling some of the water onto the floor. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I try to calm myself down. 'It was just a dream' I thought, then hesitated, '...But why are my ears ringing?'

After I got out of the bath and dressed into a red nightgown I sat on my bed and read a book. Even though we can't go to Earth, my father managed to convince God to have an angle bring us stuff from Earth. He told God to consider it a baby shower gift. So, I basically have a personal shopper.

Later that day, I stood in front of the canvas, still blank on what to paint. Looking around my room, I hope from some sort of inspiration, then, catching a glance of the mirror in my bathroom, I see my green eyes. My father says they look just like my mother's.

I grin, "I know just what to paint," I say to myself.

"How's the painting going, Lucia?" My father smiled, as I walked into the dining hall an hour later.

I sat down and smiled back, "I found something perfect to paint."

"Any chance of me finding out what that is?"

"Not until your birthday," I laughed.

Dinner was served as my father chuckled. The chef made us steak with a side of mash potatoes and greens beans. Since I am half mortal I still must eat. My father doesn't, but he sits with me at every meal so that I don't feel alone.

The chef is a demon, as are all our servants. Demons are formed by the souls that are too dark to be returned to hell. Since they are terrified of father, they do whatever he says.

We had some cooking videos brought from Earth, as well as, any other videos on what a servant may need to know. It took time, but soon all the demons knew what was needed in order to serve my father and me.

I immediately started stuffing my face with potatoes and green beans. I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast because I was so focused on trying to figure out what to paint. My father tried to get me to eat, but just like my mother, or as he told me, I was stubborn and refused.

"I told you to eat earlier. Now you are going to get a stomach ache."

I paused and looked at him, "Maybe you are right, but I was focused. I didn't want any distractions."

He chuckled, "Then next time listen to me. I don't need you throwing up in the middle of the night."

"I promise," I smiled and went back to eating, but made sure to slow down.

There was a knock on my door. I checked my clock and saw it was four a.m. Getting up I shuffled to my door to find my father looking worried. He was in the black fuzzy pajamas I asked the angel to get for his last birthday.

"What is it, Father?" I yawned, looking at him, through a sleepy gaze.

"It's," he sighed, grabbing my hand and I could tell he was shaking slightly, "God wants to see you."

"What?!" suddenly filled with awareness, I gripped my father's hand and stare at him in shock, "Why would he want to see me...?"