"My father and my mother didn't love me.

So I X them."

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What woke him wasn't the warm liquid pooling around his head or the smell of cooper in the air, but a weight that plopped onto his chest.

Garry opened his eyes and looked up at his daughter of seven sitting on his chest. He hadn't spoken to her since she took Ib away from her, but he wasn't so mad as to have forgotten that she was his. Or maybe he had become sane enough to understand that she was his now. Still if felt like a long time since he had looked at her.

It was not so dark that Garry couldn't see, but it took a moment for him to understand the sight before him. She was still in a white dress like she usually wore, but it was covered in something dark that was crawling up, soaking the cloth completely. He didn't notice the knife in her hand until it was too late.

He wondered if Aya had given it back to her. He wondered if Aya was dead. He wondered if Ib was going to die again. He wondered if it was his fault. He wondered if he was sad or happy to know that it was all over.

….

Ellen grinned wildly, watching her parents blood mix on the matrices. It was done. She laughed, her eyes crazy, covered in her parents blood. She'd done everything to the books specifications and she couldn't be more happy to watch the life drain from her parents confused eyes.

When a black cat jumped up on bed beside her, she wasn't surprised. "Yo." It said. She giggled at him, playing with the blood on her fingers. "What do you want?"

Ellen laughed. "I want to be strong. I want to be free!" She leapt off the bed, spinning in the room that smelled like dead. "I want to be loved!"

The strange cat purred and she knew that he'd agreed. She left the demon and walked past the baby's crib. She didn't spare a single glance for her sister. She went to Ib's room, the one her parent's would have moved the baby too when she got old enough, and threw open the closet. All those beautiful dresses her mother had made for that dead-eyed doll. She would take them and only them. She wrapped her arms around them and yanked them down.

In the bedroom, the black cat jumped up into the crib and walked around the baby, leaving bloody prints around her head.

He was interrupted by pale hands scooping up the small baby.

"Yo, Ogre!" the cat complained, flicking his tail annoyed.

"Cat."

The demon huffed. "Is that one yours?" he asked, impatient to finish his meal. "Another for your collection?"

The baby didn't move much other than to blink up at him with eyes that reflected the blood around them. When he touched her face, she coo'd. "What an unfitting name…"

"Are you ignoring me?"

Ogre rolled his eyes and waved off the cat. "This is Miss. Ellen's payment for the spell book. This one is mine. The souls trapped in the dolls downstairs are all yours. Leave me." the cat grinned, scampering out towards the basement.

Ogre approached the bed and gazed down at the body of the young girl he'd once known. Her father would kill him for letting her die in such a way, but he would never know. He bowed his head, truly sorry for her fate. She was a true loss to the world. But the girl in his arms was important. More important than anything Aya would have accomplished on her own. He would make sure that she lived up to her potential.

"How about Aki?" He muttered to himself, staring down at the child, seemingly unaware of the flames that began climbing up the walls around him.

…

Ellen watched as the bright orange flames slowly consumed her childhood home. Hearing the wood pop and crackle under the heat gave her a feeling of satisfaction. A feeling that she had truly ended a chapter of her life.

"Hey! Jeez! I was still in there." The black cat snapped, appearing suddenly at her side. "We shouldn't be here when the coppers show up."

Ellen watched for a moment longer, before turning away, her arms filled with the dead girls wardrobe, her head spinning with magic and her bloody knife soaking into her bloody dress.

The cat purred, following her into the woods where he would grant her everything she wanted, as long as she brought him all the souls he wanted. "Thanks for the meal~"

"The demon took me to this forest.

It thanked me for the meal and gave me this house.

Then I became a witch."

xx/xx/xx

The End.

And Surprise! This is also Aki's (Misao) origin story. So, what do you think? I hope to improve the story one day, because I know it needs a lot of work, but for now, let me know what you think!

Ib, Mad Father, Witch's House, Misao all belong to their respective owners.