Chapter 28

"W-where am I?" I woke up on an unfamiliar floor. As I looked around, I realized where I was. It was prophesized that this existed. And it did. It was called Loom. Loom was said to be the place where lost souls went, but was destroyed by my father.

"You, my sweet, are in Loom." An airy female voice softly put, floating towards me. She looked like a porcelain doll; she had light blonde hair which curled into wisps towards the bottom, delicate looking arms, colorless skin, and big rosy lips. She had big expressive green eyes. Looking at her feet, I realized she had no feet what so ever. She was simply floating there.

"W-who are you?" I figured saying 'what are you' would be ridiculously rude. She laughed a frail laugh, proceeding towards me. She smiled.

"I…am…Dilnocka…" My eyes went wide. Dilnocka was the keeper of the souls, and I was taught she was the keeper of all things good. Only people destined to be incarnated met her. We lived holy lives in order to meet her. It was a life goal of every Disciple of Azarath. And I was. I was meeting her.

"Dilnocka? Are you…the keeper of souls?" She smiled and nodded. I was led to a room, or at least it seemed to be a room.

"Yes child. You have heard of me?"

"Oh, yes. I've made it my life goal to meet you! You are the most revered woman in our history! The Azarathian who became the mother of Azar!" She smiled and nodded.

"And to think. I was just like you!" I cocked my head.

"I'm not worthy-"

"I too was raised at the Temple. Granted, I had two parents, but we were very poor…and I practically lived at the Temple. One day, a disciple of Azar came to me. He asked me to be the mother of Azar." I sat down on the floor, enveloped in the story of Azar's creation.

"Does this mean…I will be incarnated?" She smiled and nodded.

"Of course, dear; you've lived a clean, holy life under the circumstances. You fought back against your demonic side. And you hoped to change your fate. May Azar bless you, my daughter." I bowed my head in reverence and she kissed it. She made an emblem on my forehead.

"Oh, thank you!" She smiled and nodded.

"You are hailed, daughter. Enjoy the rest of your life, sweet." The last thing I saw was a bright light. And I was gone.

I saw a battlefield; lava everywhere, fire, and Titans Tower was used as a chair. I was angry. Even angrier when I saw my teammates, fainted and scolded on the melting rock. I turned towards my father. He was even uglier than I remembered; he was red with reindeer horns, hooves, white hair, and lots of zits. He turned towards me, grinning with his yellow, plaque painted teeth. Robin was in between his teeth, fainted. Now I was angry.

"Hello Daughter…glad you could join us…come to see daddy destroy your planet?"

I shot energy out of my hands. It crackled and hissed, but stopped altogether within five feet of my father. He grinned, and shot it back at me. I hadn't realized how much it hurt to get hit. Now I knew. I stumbled backwards, almost into the lava. Luckily, my fast reflexes caught me.

"You're not my father!" I screamed. Energy blasted out of my hands at full force. It hit my father. But instead of taking damage, he simply chuckled and sat back up. He shot red energy back at me, and it hurt like holy hell. I fell back, writhing in pain. My body was throbbing and sizzling. He chuckled. I always knew my father was a sociopath.

"Silly girl. I made you. I've conquered dimensions, planets, and I possess your powers….I am unstoppable." He knocked me back down. I was wheezing and sputtering, doubled over in pain.

"But….you said….yourself," I slowly stood up, "I'm you're….daughter…."

"I still created you. I am your master. I am your daddy…" I was angry. Very angry. My robe turned white, and very powerful energy flowed from my palms. The energy was white and bright as it hit my father. He fell down.

"You may be my father…but you were never my dad…." I shot more energy at him. He fell over once again.

"Aghghghghg!"

"Fathers protect you. Fathers love you. Fathers raise you. I was raised by the Brothers of Azar. Fathers are your family. My family are my friends. This is my home," My voice dropped down a few octaves, "and I want you…gone…" A beam shot from my charka, and Scath was gone.

"Bye Dad…"

Be honest; is the religion I described legit? I mean, any religion is pretty much believable. Anyway, I hope you had a nice 4th of July! At Quassy, there were a million people! I had to park in a baseball field! By the red minivan, straight up home plate I got home at like, twelve a.m. Traffic was ridiculous, so we had to go the other way and through three other towns and a highway to get home. When we got there, the door was covered with a million and one moths on the door! I opened the door quickly and a lot of them got in. I had dinner at, like, twelve o'five or something. So, my fourth of July...was interesting. How was yours? Review and Favorite. Grammar Nazis and Flamers welcome!