Author's Note: So, how is everyone liking this so far? Please leave a review if you wish. Don't be afraid of being honest. If there is something that can be improved upon, please tell me. I won't be mad. Anyways. Here we go. Things are about to get…well okay you will find out.

The next morning, I was lying in bed. I stared at the ceiling. It was just white like a normal ceiling. I rolled onto my side and picked up my phone setting on the end table. It was still early. I sighed. I thought about calling Bryan. He would already be up and heading into work. I rolled onto my back. Then I decided to get up. I pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

After raiding the kitchen for some fruit and water I headed to the living room. I was sitting on one of the couches scrolling through Facebook. Movement out of my eye I looked up to spy a nearly naked woman walking out of my father's room. She barely looked legal. She stopped and looked at me. Dropping your clothes.

"You scared me." She said and giggled.

I just raised an eyebrow while eating a grape. "Fun night, huh?" I said sarcastically.

"Tons" She said and sat on the couch opposite me. "I don't remember seeing you though?"

I shrugged. "I was hiding."

She laughed. "Okay."

"Good morning." I heard my father's voice. I turned to look at him and dropped my food. He was standing in the doorway of his room, buck naked.

I gasped and covered my eyes. "Oh my god, Dad!"

"What?"

"Put some clothes on."

The young woman scoffed. "Dad?"

I nodded and looked through my fingers. "Yes, he's my father."

The young woman cringed. "Eww."

My father walked towards the couch still naked. "Oh my god Dad!"

"Persephone!" He barked.

"What!?"

"Don't speak to your Grandfather like that."

I had my eyes tightly closed. But I could sense him standing nearby. "You do it all the time."

"This is MY house. If I want to wander around nude, then I can do that."

"I need to leave." I heard the young woman say.

"Seriously, Dad. Please!"

He scoffed and I heard a shuffle of feet on the marble. The elevator dinged. I looked to see the young woman leaving. I looked back when my father spoke. It was mistake he was still nude. "You shouldn't be embarrassed. These fabulous loins are where you come from."

"DAD! EW!" I shouted. I could hear him chuckle as he went back in to his room. Finally removing my hands from my eyes I leaned down to pick up the fallen fruit. I looked up as two more half dressed women ran out of my father's room. He was right after them wearing his robe.

He started fumbling with the cappuccino maker. He was whistling. He seemed happy form whatever he had done last night. The stream of half-naked women that came out of his room was evident of that. I know he was the Devil but did he have to be such a man-whore. He sat down in a recliner as one last woman came stumbling out of his room. He smiled at her. She gave a half awake smile and walked to the elevator.

I shook my head. I was a little disgusted. "So, is that what my mother was to you?"

His eyes narrowed as he took a sip of cappuccino. "Excuse me?

"My mother was she just another floozy? Just some whore to have fun with one night."

Anger entered his eyes. He didn't say anything. He stood up and walked over to the bar. He set down the cappuccino and poured whiskey into a glass. Still not saying anything he took a long swig.

"Well, aren't you going to answer me? Was my mother one of your whores?"

He turned to me. "No!" His voice was like venom.

"Then nine months later, whoops here comes Persephone."

"Watch your tongue child." More anger entered his voice as he glared at me.

"It's okay Dad. Really it is. I know my mother was a whore. I mean that's all I ever read about her- "

"Do not talk about your Mother like that." Anger built in his voice.

"So, you just took advantage of a young woman, like you took advantage of them?" I gestured to the elevator.

He growled as fire flashed in his eyes "DO NOT SPEAK TO ME THAT WAY!" He bellowed. The room shook from the power of his voice. I stood there glaring back at him.

"Maybe it was a bad idea to come here."

"Well, I didn't invite you." Anger still laced his voice but there was something else there. "If you are just going to be a bitter, and miserable about your life, I don't want to hear about it." He slammed the glass down on the counter. It shattered into a thousand pieces. "DAMMIT!" He yelled.

I looked over towards the doorway. Maze was standing there wide eyed. She looked between me and my father. I picked up my phone and rushed out of the room. I bumped into Maze. She called after me. I just kept walking to the other bedroom.

I threw my stuff into my bag. Maze stood in the doorway. "Don't go." She said softly. It was a tone I was surprised to hear from the demon. I just shook my head and left.

I sat in an uncomfortable chair in the airport terminal. I had tried calling Bryan. But he didn't answer. I assumed he was still undercover. I was trying to keep tears from running down my cheeks. Between the fight with my father and pregnancy emotions I was a wreck. I was practically bawling when I was buying the ticket home.

I watched people walking by. It would be several hours before the flight began boarding. It was the only one I could find to New York. I was attempting to read my book when I heard the arrival of another flight that was using the gate. I spied a few families awaiting their loved ones. One was a little girl around six holding a teddy bear. She held her mother's hand as people filed past. Then she spotted a handsome man in fatigues. She squealed and ran to him. "Daddy! Daddy!" The man knelt down and hugged her.

My mind wandered back to the day my mother had died. I was barely six. I had found my mother's lifeless body lying on the floor next to her bed. Her bloodshot eyes were wide open. Vomit crusted her mouth. I was shaking her arm. "Mommy. Mommy. Please wake up."

The house keeper had found me lying next to her. She quickly ushered me out of the room and called 911. Later as paramedics and police filed into the house I sat on a chair in the living room. I clung to a teddy bear and cried. Everyone seemed oblivious to my presence. Then he entered the room. Wearing a black well-tailored suit. He knelt down in front of me. "Hello Persephone." His voice held a British accent. It was comforting.

Through tears I said hi.

He held out his arms and I hugged him. He lifted me off the ground. The paramedics were bringing out a stretcher with a white sheet. The man in black made me turn my head. "Let's go someplace happier, what do you say?"

I nodded as he carried me out of the house.

Tears streamed down my face. My father had always been there for me. In my darkest moments he had showed up. Even when I didn't know it was him. He was there. I sighed and put my Kindle back in my bag and stood up.

I walked out of the airport and hailed a cab. "Lux please."