My Mate is the Devil's Daughter

Prologue

INTENSE SCENERY

I watched, curiously, as a man's hand collided with the girl's face.

She was about my age; 6 years old.

She had tears streaming down her face, as he kept on slapping her, and hitting her, her face becoming red.

"Can try?" I asked. He stopped and looked at me. "Of course, my dear!" he looked over-joyed. He backed up from her small little frame, as I approached her, and she looked terrified. I raised my hand and mimicked this man's moves. She cried out in pain, and I smiled. It sounded great! Her pain made me laugh.

I heard the man laughing behind me, as he cheered me on. Eventually I stopped because my hand started hurting. I turned to him, ignoring the girl's cries of pain.

"My hand hurts, daddy." I claimed and he stopped laughing almost immediately. "NEVER give mercy, and NEVER FEEL PAIN!" He screamed in my face, and slapped me hard.

I woke up after that. It was just a dream, I told myself. It was a really funny dream though. My inner demon told me. "NO. It wasn't. What I used to do was wrong and still is." I said out loud, sitting up in bed running a hand through my long brown and blue hair.

My father is the Devil. Yeah, yeah, I know. Crazy, right? You don't know the half of it...