"Look at you, Lilith! You have blood all over your face!"

A light shined onto my face as I woke up from my sleep. Time seemed to pass so quickly. I still felt tired. The house seemed to warm up the more the sun bore its rays into the window. My satin pajamas started to feel rough when I moved my limbs against my sheets. I managed to pry my eyes open to look at the sky then at the clock. It had just turned eight. I sat up and disassociated into the wall. It was off-gray.

My father was coming to visit today, and I had used up all of my energy last night to clean around the house for him. My décor barely had any dust on it. I begin to get myself ready and presentable for him. I tossed my bonnet on the bathroom counter and started the shower. As I undress, I feel the rumbling of the ground in response to the giants that roam this land. All is well. I washed my hair yesterday and spared it from additional rough shampooing or wetness. I cleansed myself and let the scorching hot water run against my skin. It turned red. I let out a deep sigh. As soon as I step out, I damped my hair with a water-filled spray bottle and pulled it into a low puff. I stare at myself as if something felt missing, but I couldn't place my finger on it.

It's been about ten years since my father and I last visited each other. It didn't feel long at all, actually. It felt as if it was only six months physically. I'm still conflicted over how we last left each other. It seemed like he was holding something back from me that he doesn't want me to know. I brushed off this trance and headed to my closet. I put on my white silk dress that flowed against my skin. The puffy shoulders and arms felt weird but I didn't mind.

I went outside to say hello to my little big friends and pick some fruit from the garden. The sky was beautifully cloudy with the sun making the surrounding space blue. I smiled. I looked over to see my giant friends walking around mindlessly. There were not many of them today, I think most of them were still in the forest sleeping.

"Hi friends!" I shouted. "I hope all of you have a fruitful day!" They didn't respond, as always. They looked so goofy sometimes that I had to giggle after I look at them.

I began to pick the strawberries and blueberries for today's breakfast. The potatoes were starting to sprout and the onions began to give me stalk. The cows moo'd and my chickens clucked. God, it was so fucking beautiful. My heart felt full and my body felt happy. I didn't need to do anything with them today as I've gathered all that I need for myself and my father.

One of my friends attempted to pick up my only cow for its meal.

"Could you please put my cow down, Dina? I can't get another cow without stealing one from the markets and I don't feel like doing that again!" I asked her. She stopped in the middle of placing the cow in her mouth and placed it back on the ground. She stood there while deciding what to do next.

I wonder what they have on their minds.

I went back inside the house and began to make my breakfast smoothie for the morning. Unfortunately, I had to make a trip to the nearest market to get some bananas earlier this week. It's not like they had any vitamins to substitute. Or that I could grow them either. My home is practically a giant one-sided mirror. I could see mostly everything outside while my home was camouflaged to those who looked directly at it. There wasn't a tree for miles. Well, that's because of me. I cleared them all out when I settled here. (Don't worry, I made sure to replant them where they were needed, but not in my field.)

I focused on the sound of the blender when I heard a knock at my door. I stopped for a brief second to open it.

And there he was.

My father, the one who wanted to give me everything. His snow-white skin glowed in the sun while he opened up his arms for a hug. I gave him one. My skin is a little darker than his, maybe just a tad. It's more of an olive. His blue eyes smiled at me before his mouth could even form a shape. His long platinum blond hair flowed against the breeze that was starting to come in. The wings folded against his back as he was preparing to fit through the door.

"It feels good to see you again, father. I've missed you a little." I mumbled into his shoulder.

"I've missed you too, darling." He spoke. We both walked back into the house. I motioned him to sit anywhere he liked. He sat on the couch. I went back to the kitchen to finish pour my smoothie.

"Would you like to try it?" I held up the blender bowl. "Are you hungry?"

"You know I don't get hungry. I think you've been around the humans too much again because you offered." I giggled then poured myself a serving. I started to walk over to him.

"I'm surprised you're dressed. I thought you weren't comfortable in such garments?" I asked.

"Well, I found a soul who could tailor my garments in case I have to visit a realm with such restrictions. They have slits in the back for when I need my wings." I looked at the back of his shirt. "They wear cotton around here, yes?" I nodded in response.

"Don't you have like five, six wings? I would think that the shirt would be ripped to shreds to tailor it to you correctly," I lift my brow and look at him.

"Yes, but you can make anything happen if you need it to, even if it's for a moment." I nod in confirmation as I sip on my smoothie. "I'm loving this piece of silk you're wearing. It really reflects you, Lilith. You look more and more like your mother every time I see you."

"Thank you, I bought it from an aristocrat from the nearest town." I sat down in the seat across from him and set aside my beverage. "Although, I feel like I don't look quite anything like her. I feel like my traits point more to you."

"Nonsense! Her ringlet hair patterns decided to mark its place on you. It looks astonishing on you, actually. Especially because it's a light fiery orange and blonde." I smiled. Father always made sure to make me look at myself with amazement in my eyes instead of dreadfulness. "Whenever I look at the fires in Hell, I always think of the fire in your hair, as well as your spirit."

"Do you wish to take it away from me?" I joked. I took another small sip of my drink.

"What a sour thing to say to your old man!" We both laughed. It was pleasant seeing my father smile due to something jolly rather than the pain he would cause.

"How is the palace? I suppose it's boring without me?"

"Of course, it is. The screams of these poor souls do me no justice anymore. Sometimes, I have to take a trip somewhere else to cause a ruckus to feel alive."

"You're going to make God angry again. I don't want you to become an example to his army." I scrunched up my eyebrows. I know father loved to cause mayhem but I didn't need him to mess with Mother Nature's nerves.

"You worry too much; he lets things slide because they only make their situation worse than what it is." Father wasn't wrong. The smallest things could bother humans and they would make it hell for one another to not feel alone. "I feel bad for them sometimes because God made them so fragile. They love war though, so I don't get it."

"Mm"

The birds chirped. Father glanced outside the window.

"What are these creatures, Lilith? They're quite large. They seem to look as if they are at a standstill."

"What do you mean? They're moving are they not?"

"They look like they are at a standstill with themselves. Like slaves." I looked into the eyes of Dina. I never thought to look deeper into them. "You've done a great deal with this garden here. I suppose you're trying to become an independent nation with a population of one." I smiled and took another sip of my smoothie.

"I thought I could make use of Mother's green thumb while I stay isolated here," I explained. Father looked around my home. His eyes landed on the small, framed polaroid photo of himself and me. I looked so happy to be by his side as a child.

"I'm surprised you haven't gotten bored and ventured out. There are people here."

"I have all the interaction I need from the surrounding dimensions and yourself. But I have been curious as to what really goes on here. I usually assume nothing because it's so quiet." Father uncrossed his legs and leaned more forwards with his legs spread a little bit apart.

"On my way here, I saw at least two large civilizations. You seem to locate yourself quite a bit of way from them." He peered into my eyes. "Was that on purpose?" I began to feel flustered.

"I don't feel like interacting with them for curiosity's sake or for my own. I feel inappropriate doing so." I shied away from my father's gaze. "It's been 150 years of quiet, peaceful bliss. Don't you think engaging with them will ruin that for me?" Father sat back and recrossed his legs.

"Perhaps. Have you ever thought about the possibility of finding someone just like yourself?" My mind froze.

"I don't think you spawned any more children?" I asked.

"No, however, I think you'll be able to find someone who at least finds themselves in you and vice versa."

"I find that kind of silly to believe. If there were any more demigods around here, I would've sensed them from ten light-years away. Not to mention additional demons." I crinkled my nose. "Unless you're talking about the locals around here?" Father didn't respond. We stared at each other for a moment. The clouds passed over the sun and the land as well as the room shade. His blue eyes still sparkled.

"I am aware that you could be scared to inflict the same type of scarring I inflicted on Eve- "

"I wish to not discuss this at this time." Father frowned but reluctantly gave in to my demands. I looked down into my lap.

"So be it," He glanced outside again. "Have you thought about following these creatures around? Do you think the locals are familiar with them?" I looked at Dina again. She was just standing outside, smiling very much enjoying doing nothing.

I shook my head in response. After a few more hours of chatting, Father decided to leave for the day.

"I'm glad you're happy my love. That's all that matters to me at this time. I'll probably be around in the next decade or so if you choose to stay here." We said our goodbyes as I watched his wings flutter into the sky. His presence gradually vaporized into the air.

Curiosity may kill the cat one day, but not today.