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Yes, I know this is a 1.5K-word single conversation. Heavy dialogue is how I roll. Enjoy.

Entry 5

Wow. I finally got Crowley to tell me something about my real mother. I don't really know what to think. It's crazy. I always knew my dad was missing a few.

Well, here's how it happened. Dad got home from a mission and I said "Hi, Dad."

So he looks at me funny and says,

"Happy birthday, Keigh."

"Huh?"

"You are now officially physically eighteen years old."

"Yeah, but how old is that chronologically?"

"I forget."

"Dad!"

"It's not important anyway," he said. He was lying. He just didn't want to calculate how many days and stuff, I guess. I bet he knew the exact date. Or I did, but maybe not exactly. But he could have told me to within a month or so.

"Fine, whatever," I said, tossing the hair out of my eyes. "Dad, can I get a job?"

Crowley sighed. "Honey, we've talked about-"

"No, Dad, not a mission," I interrupted. "A job. Like, that pays money. I want to be independent someday."

"What, like, a job on Earth? Working for humans?"

"Yeah, Dad. I was thinking about cleaning houses."

"Cleaning houses," Crowley repeated. He looked flabbergasted. "Keigh- that's- probably not a good idea. For one thing, they'll all be scared of you."

"Because I'm a demon?" I asked.

"Keigh, you're not a demon."

I was shocked. "But you're my dad, right? Dad, tell me."

Crowley went to his work desk and shuffled some papers around as he spoke. "I am your dad. But, you're not just born a demon. You kind of have to choose to be bad. Really bad. I know you think you fit in with us, honey, but I've protected you from a lot."

"Like what?"

He handed me a peppermint that had been buried under the papers, but I wasn't planning to shut up, so I stuck it in my pocket and crossed my arms.

Crowley looked away.

"Lilith wanted to kill you. Then she wanted to use you for a spell, and then she tried to kidnap you. Wanted to raise you. If I hadn't been just a little more stable than the next demon, you would've had a very messy, confusing upbringing."

I hesitated. "Okay, but, Dad, Ruby gets along with mortals okay. 'Cause she uses cute vessels. I could be cute. If I'm halfway between Ruby and one of them, then why wouldn't it work?" I tried to make a cute face, but Crowley went bossy dad anyway.

"Honey, you've been spending so much time around humans. I don't entirely like it."

"Because you're scared I'll find out who my birth mother was," I retorted. I didn't really think this, I just wanted to make him tell me what it really was. Eventually it worked, but I think he was maybe already going to tell me anyway.

Crowley took a step back. "No. Keigh, I want you understand that your mother was not human. I think it's time you knew something about your other half."

Well, I wasn't about to interrupt that with any snarky comments. So Dad did it for me.

"I think this is the first time in your life you've been this quiet, Keigh."

I just watched Dad. I just knew he was finally going to tell me something. I wasn't prepared for what he said next.

"Keigh, what do you know about- um, spiritual places besides Hell?"

"Dad!" I exclaimed.

"Just tell me. We'll get to who your mother is," he told me.

"I know we're not supposed to talk about them. That the angels would sooner kill us all than have a conversation."

"So, you know something about Heaven. What about Purgatory?"

"It has dead humans, random monsters, and leviathans in it. It's scary and only comes in black and white and boring all over."

"Tell me about leviathans," he said.

"Dad, I hardly know anything about them. Just that they scare practically everything around. Even angels."

"That's because they're extremely powerful, more powerful than most angels. They also heal extremely quickly and easily and like to eat everything."

"Dad, why are we talking about them?" I was getting nervous. Leviathans were not my favorite topic.

Crowley watched me. "Hon, are you sure you're ready for this?"

No, but I'm not going to tell you that.

"What, to know who my mother is? I have to find out sometime, don't I? I really need to know, Dad. Even if she wasn't a demon. It's okay, Dad, she's my mom. I really want to know."

"Five years ago, I went on a business trip to some interesting places. Including Purgatory," said Dad.

"And that's how you met my mom, right?"

"Yes. Keigh- interesting things happen in Purgatory. Unusual alliances. Honey, I know you'll be upset, but- please don't attack me."

What?

"Dad, I would not attack you. When have I ever attacked anybody? Besides, you're the only family I have."

"I wish that were true, Keigh. You have plenty of family that you've never met. Your mother was a Leviathan."

Stunned silence. My mother was a thunder-of-God Leviathan.

"Wow," I said, eventually. "But it's diluted, right? I'm not as powerful as a Leviathan, am I, Dad?"

"We don't know. I have no idea. Keigh, you're the only Leviathan cross I've ever heard of. I don't know anything about what to expect."

"Okay. Don't worry so much, Dad. I wouldn't hurt you. Yell at you, maybe, 'cause you deserve it, but I wouldn't attack you."

Crowley relaxed a little.

"I was just a little nervous. This is all new for you, and I didn't know how you would react. You wanted so much to be normal that you haven't discovered your powers much."

"Do we actually know that I have any of these Leviathan powers?" I asked. Just to make sure. Maybe I was a Squib or whatever. [HP reference; no, I don't own it.]

"The healing, yes. Do you remember when you were little and you tried to eat Ruby's demon knife?"

"No," I said, shocked. "Why am I still here?"

"Lilith and I told Ruby that it hadn't actually cut you, and that's why you survived. I knew better. You almost swallowed the thing. But you healed so fast that you don't even remember it."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was scared. Also, you kept begging to go to school. That's not a good place to learn that you're part Leviathan, honey."

"Yeah. Wow. Is that it, though?"

"No. You can shapeshift, a little. I will never forget the time I came home to check on you and found- myself. You were three months old, chronologically. Looked about two. I didn't even know it was you. We talked, trying to manipulate and negotiate out of the situation, when I started to realize how little you knew. Apparently you hadn't absorbed my knowledge and memories. Some Leviathan can do that when they shapeshift into someone. I tried to insult you by saying you looked like a zebra. I thought you would point out that we looked identical, but instead you got all miffed and said, 'Daddy, what's a zebra?' Well, then the cat was out of the bag. I talked you into returning to your own shape. That's the only time I know of that you shapeshifted."

I think this is the longest story my dad has ever told me about myself.

"What else?" I asked.

"That's it so far. Except that you never seem to get injured. Think of one time you had a cut or a scrape or even a cold."

"That's weird. I never had any of those things. Am I dangerous, Dad?"

"Everybody's dangerous to something. You just happen to possibly be dangerous to everything. Considering which, you haven't really done very much damage at this point in your life. Also, unlike the Leviathan, you seem to enjoy eating normal food, not that you need to. So maybe you won't decide to eat humans. That would be something."

"Eat humans? But, Dad, they're intelligent and funny and mostly way nicer than demons. Why would I eat them? That's just disgusting."

"I'm glad you think so," said Crowley. "Your mother would've disagreed."

I was so weirded out that we kind of ended the conversation there. I didn't add that I still kind of have a crush on Dean, even though he is the least mature human on the planet in my opinion. No way would I ever consider his species food. Chickens and cows are food. And vegetables, to some extent, although they're a little short on calories. And, or course, all junk food is food. Potato chips, soda, candy, deep fried chicken, it's all good. Any other opinion is heresy in my book.

But humans? Those are friends or maybe pets or something. You don't eat them. I just wish I knew whether Dean could ever be friends with a half-Leviathan. Would he try to kill me? Could I stop him without hurting him? Probably, because I can just heal, right? But what if he finds some kind of spell that could kill me?

It's a moot point at the moment anyway. He's in Hell, which is the last place I would go now that I know who my mother was. Or at least, what she was. I wonder if she even remembers Crowley. Do you suppose she was pregnant with me, or does it work differently? How long would the pregnancy have been? Did she die in childbirth? I doubt it. Leviathans sound like they're pretty indestructible.

I wonder what color blood I have. Black like a Leviathan, or red like a human? My veins look blue at the moment, but that could be for show, so to speak.

What am I? Who should I hang out with? If anything, now that I know the truth, I'm just more confused.