A child sits out on the pier at a park by her house, basking in the soft sunlight. She is only a wisp of a girl—especially for eight years old—but still she sits alone in the middle of blustery spriwinds, shivering in her thin jeans and ratty white t-shirt.
She had the worst luck in the world, she couldn't help but think. Her mommy was always lost in memories of her real daddy. Lucy, for that was her name, was always told he left to go sing to someone else before she was even born, and that he was a bad man, but she kept holding on to the hope that maybe he wasn't like her stepfather... Her stepfather that hated her and hit her every day.
She never understood why he did it, taking his fists and feet to her, mindless of the tears pouring out of her sky-blue eyes. Still, what hurt the most was how her mommy watches him do it, drinking bottle after bottle until she passed out, with a smile appearing on her face.
It's not like those men in blue uniforms would help her… they all were her daddy's friends. Lucy didn't have any friends, and no one would even look at her anymore. All she wanted now was a way out.
Soon, though, Lucy had to return to her home to cook her daddy's supper for him. When she came in the door, she wiped her bare feet, and slipped her honey-blonde hair back behind her ears so she could see—not even noticing as the gesture exposed almost completely purple skin, marred by her daily beatings.
As Lucy cooked she let her mind wander, and was startled at the time and ended up burning her hand. As she put her hand in the cold water, she heard her daddy come in. It took her a second to realize what it meant… her daddy's dinner wasn't done and now she would be in even more trouble! So Lucy tucked her head down, shut the water off, and turned to face him, and getting a face-full of fist that sent her sprawling on the kitchen floor. Her daddy started kicking her and kicking her, only stopping when he had to in order to pull off his belt.
He began hitting her with his belt, relishing in the pained whimpers his stepdaughter was emitting. He never noticed Lucy's vision starting to fog, and not just from the tears this time. Lucy could tell she was getting close to death, so she wasn't surprised when she saw a slightly transparent, dark-winged man appear in the room—the angel of death.
This angel of death—Thanatos actually—could hardly believe what he was seeing, and he dealt with death every day. He knew this was a demigod, and was hard-pressed to keep from interfering. So he waited, with godly tears in his eyes, as this girl—Lucy—finally began crying out for it to end. It was another ten minutes before she got her wish.
As Lucy met her last moments, her eyes suddenly cleared and met her angel's eyes and exclaimed, "I am not afraid of you, death. Please just take me now!" letting the life slip out of her leaving blank, empty eyes to stare at her oblivious father.
And Thanatos welcomed her to her new home, Elysium, where she would eventually continue on to be reborn. She never knew her real daddy, another Greek god, was watching her too. The sun never shone the same again.
AN: I'm pretty sure by her description you know which god was her father, but I thought I would give that to you to figure out :)