Revolutions. Everyone has one or has heard of one. Specific important moments that are life changing, or in some cases, world changing. They can be small, split second thoughts that end up saving a life, accidental actions that cause the cure to some life threatening diseases, or they can be about a young, adolescent girl that turns away from everything she's ever known.
That last one was me. I turned away from everything, on more than one occasion, making choices that define who I am. I suppose my road to revolution was a rough one-having a demon for a father is never a good sign-as I was raised by monks instead of a mother, as I ran from the future they told me I was destined for, as I learned the ways of a strange new world and was accepted into something awkward that became something of a family.
All my small mistakes, everything I hadn't accounted for, everything that happened to and because of me led up to the bigger picture. That one revolution. The day of do and die or die and let live.
As I stated, it's never a good sign when your father is a demon. A demon for a father makes things a bit complicated as he wants things for "you"-in which that really means what he's wanted for himself, and he'll try to shape you into his image and have his exact mindset.
My revolution-the big one-was the day I turned my back on my friends, and then turned my back on my father. I had died because I needed to-it was my destiny-and I died so that I could protect my friends. But for some strange reason, fate saw it right to bring me back and to give me the chance to fight. And so I did. I fought back for my friends, my family, for Azarath, my home, and for the world, my duty to protect.
I fought back like the rebellious teenager I never had had the chance to be. I fought with everything that I had.
My father's influence will never go away-I was born his daughter, and he had somewhat of a small hand in how I was raised-but it is smaller than it once was, and my father will never come back. Whether or not he's dead, I'm not sure, and it's something I try not to think about, because, in the end, he was still my father, and it was still my choice.
I made the choice for a revolution, a rebellion, a war, against my own flesh and blood.
What does this say about me?
The daughter of a demon, Trigon?