I am walking around my room when he appears to me. I knew he'd come, but I just didn't know precisely when. I turn around and face my father, the demon who created me. The demon who killed my mother.
"You killed her," I say.
"Yes, I did. And I don't regret it one bit." He smiles. "Is that what you wanted to hear, little Rabbit?"
"Go to hell."
"I'd love to, darling. I miss it terribly."
I call a dagger into my hand. "Then by all means, let me take you back there."
He laughs and then shakes his head. "Nice place you got here. Mind telling me where you are?"
"Nice try."
"Well, you can't blame a demon for trying," he says. He stalks closer to me. "What do you want from me, Pandora?"
Hearing my name on his lips makes me feel weird. Like I'm impure or something. But I don't show it, I just face him.
"I want you to die."
"Now. Is that any way to treat me, your father?"
"You're insane if you think I love you in any way."
"Pandora, get a grip!" he yells. "You're not the only one who is in danger here. Your friends are, too. Because the longer you wait, lurking around with those foolish humans, the more I learn about you."
"You know nothing about me."
"That used to be true. But now that I am inside your mind, well, I know more about you than you'd care to admit."
"Ah, but I am also inside your head, Habit. And there is so much I've learned about you that I can't wait to share with the boys."
"You won't get the chance," he growls.
"You have no power over me, Habit. You never have. Never will. Get used to it."
And then, he's gone.
