The daughter of the radio

Strange woman chapter 4

A/N: Art is by Lovepuma69 Artemia belongs to me! Image is watermarked to prevent image theft

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Dinner was finished quickly for Illusion, seeing her portion not only was smaller, she was eager to go and play with her toys. The small demon gazed over to her father who was reading a book as he ate. "May I be excused?" The small girl asked in her tiny voice. Alastor looked over and nodded, "Go ahead my dear, put your dirty dish beside the sink." He spoke gently watching as she carefully got down before she grabbed the small bowl heading over to the sink and slid it onto the counter going on her tip toes to get it far enough that it couldn't be knocked onto the floor.

The girl ran back to her chair and pushed it in before bouncing to the stairs, Alastor smiling after her before going back to his book. Illusion's tail flicking behind her as she climbed up the stairs, once she was in the upstairs hallway she skipped passed her father's red door before entering her room, the door shut behind her as her tail hit it. She gazed to the fancy bed that sat against the wall in the middle of her room, black sheets red pillows, a small black and grey cat plushie sitting inbetween the pillows, she slowly turned towards the small dollhouse that sat by her bay window. Small fingers opened the dollhouse as she gazed at the dolls inside, her father had made one look like each of his friends, the people she knew best.

She absolutely loved the figures, her favorite was this horned black cat that matched her plushie. She began to set up the house before she heard her father laugh from downstairs. She blinked a bit before shrugging assuming he had called someone, she went back to setting up her dollhouse before she picked up the small figure that looked like her dad before she gazed up blinking a bit as her eyes connected with the mirror that hung on her wall, she blinked a bit. She wasn't oblivious to how different she looked from her father, but she never really wanted to question it. She used to tell herself that she looked like her mother, but she doubted it he had no pictures of anyone that looked like her. She let alone never seen him treat someone like in her stories.

A loud laugh knocked her from her thoughts, it wasn't her father's and that's what made her put a pause to what she had been doing, she slowly stood up and wandered to the stairs listening quietly as she crept down. "It's been a long time Artemia!" Her father chuckled as he spoke. "It has indee-ee-ee-ed." The woman's voice had a glitchy tone to it as she spoke, causing her to draw the indeed out longer then it should of been. Illusion slowly crept down the stairs before peeking into the den. Her eyes landed on a female, dressed in almost what seemed to be a goddess outfit, she could of been mistaken for an angel if it wasn't for the large black horns on her head.

The newcomer seem to sense the child as she suddenly turned around a grin spreading across her face "You must be Illu-si-on, I've heard so much about you fr-om sin-ne-rs across he-ll." The female says cheerfully, Alastor blinks in surprise. "How have you heard of Illusion...?" He says uneasily as he stepped so he was in front of Illusion. "Almost eve-ryo-ne kno-ws of the cur-sed chi-ld by now Al-astor. A pure soul isn't normal in hell. Usu-ally they're ta-in-ted." Artemia said softly, an ear flicking as she calmly stared at the protective parent. "Espe-cially when ch-ild-ren aren't sup-pos-ed to be in hell." She folded her hands behind her back.

Alastor wasn't sure how to feel, he knew the children weren't supposed to be able to be in hell, but how could his child be cursed? His gaze turned to his daughter as his smile began to fade a bit, the small girl was confused as can be, she was cursed child? And what did she mean that children aren't supposed to be in hell? Her eyes gazed to her father's a wide frown on her face as she looked to him for answers. It pained Alastor to see the confusion and sadness in her eyes, he could only imagine what was going through her head as Artemia continued passed them, "It was ni-ce seeing you ag-ain Alastor. See you ar-ou-nd" She said as she calmly left. He drew out a long sigh as he gazed at the for a bit before he wandered over to Illusion before picking her up.

Illusion was silent as she hugged her father's neck for a moment trying to understand what Artemia was talking about. Alastor slowly wandered over to the couch sitting down as he simply just held her, letting the silence settle before he spoke. "Don't listen to her Illusion, your not a curse. Your daddy's little devil." He smiled widely trying to cheer her up. She seemed to perk up a bit as she smiled softly, pulling back a bit before she grinned raising a hand to pet her father's ear. He let out a sigh as he leaned back and relaxed, his smile dropping a bit as he relaxed, but it was clear in his eyes that he was still worried. Illusion sighs before she grinned a bit as she sat up humming a tune before she stood up grabbing the deer demon's hand and pulling him up before she began to sing, a wide grin on her face.

" The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow
There'll be sun!

Just thinkin' about
Tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs,
And the sorrow
'Til there's none!

When I'm stuck with a day
That's gray,
And lonely,
I just stick out my chin
And grin,
And say,
Oh!

The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on
'Til tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
I love ya Tomorrow!
You're always
A day away!"

Alastor began to grin as she sang, as the two began to dance around the house, from the den to the kitchen, to the bed rooms, the tom having a blast as Alastor's microphone played the music to the song as she sang. When the song ended they were in Illusion's room, she hopped up onto her bed gazing up at her father, his grin wide on his face in joy. "Your never fully dressed without a smile!" She giggled out, Alastor nods softly "You are right indeed my dear." He says softly before he picked her up "Time to rest little fawn." He says gently as he soon got her under the covers, sitting down beside her as she snuggled in, he made a book appeared in his hand, before he began to read to her.

But his thoughts never leaving what his old friend said, how was his daughter cursed? He needed answers and he needed them now...