[TM] 184 - Change The World
I’m not my father.
Sometimes folks just forget that, y’know? I’m Zeke Ellison’s little girl, a crusader in her father’s image...real little chip off the ol’ block and all that happy horseshit.
I’m not. I mean...I’m not even real, not like my dad. I’ve only been at this good guy rap for the last fourteen years...I was born wicked, and I died wicked. And believe me, after the group home I came from spat me out into Wolfram & Hart’s waiting arms? Life #2 could’ve gone either way with me.
The memories started when I was seven...by the time I was thirteen, I was back. But I was also with my dad again. I mean, you gotta understand that when I got executed five hundred years ago? It was over a crisis of conscience. That’s a big thing for a demon, yeah, but I was only just starting to get ripe for the pickin’, dig me? Fazran blood is strong...it burns away the “human taint.” So I was three quarters human, but my soul is purely demonic.
So then I get reborn and stuck in this pure human body...a child’s body, no less. And...my daddy’s there. My pops, who I ain’t talked to since...at *least* two hundred years before my execution. He signed away his life and took me back...*brough* me back. He helped me recover my memories when he could have had a good little *human* girl. But he brought back Mahet...he brought me back, took care of me, and let me choose.
It was the first time in a millenium of life that I realized how much I loved my dad.
That’s ultimately why I’m here...why I chose the path to redemption. I got no grand ideas about a better world or any of my dad’s dreams.
I love my abi, my dad...and I want to help him. Yeah, the idea’s matured a bit since I was thirteen, and I see the broader scheme of things. I want to help others like he helped me, I want to see a better world.
But mostly? I just want Dad to be happy. He’s a great man, and he’s got such beautiful dreams for this godsforsaken hellhole...it’s his fight, I’m just a soldier. And if saving souls makes Dad really happy, well...I’m all over that like white on rice.
Muse: Monique Fender
Fandom: AtS (original)
Words: 402
Sometimes folks just forget that, y’know? I’m Zeke Ellison’s little girl, a crusader in her father’s image...real little chip off the ol’ block and all that happy horseshit.
I’m not. I mean...I’m not even real, not like my dad. I’ve only been at this good guy rap for the last fourteen years...I was born wicked, and I died wicked. And believe me, after the group home I came from spat me out into Wolfram & Hart’s waiting arms? Life #2 could’ve gone either way with me.
The memories started when I was seven...by the time I was thirteen, I was back. But I was also with my dad again. I mean, you gotta understand that when I got executed five hundred years ago? It was over a crisis of conscience. That’s a big thing for a demon, yeah, but I was only just starting to get ripe for the pickin’, dig me? Fazran blood is strong...it burns away the “human taint.” So I was three quarters human, but my soul is purely demonic.
So then I get reborn and stuck in this pure human body...a child’s body, no less. And...my daddy’s there. My pops, who I ain’t talked to since...at *least* two hundred years before my execution. He signed away his life and took me back...*brough* me back. He helped me recover my memories when he could have had a good little *human* girl. But he brought back Mahet...he brought me back, took care of me, and let me choose.
It was the first time in a millenium of life that I realized how much I loved my dad.
That’s ultimately why I’m here...why I chose the path to redemption. I got no grand ideas about a better world or any of my dad’s dreams.
I love my abi, my dad...and I want to help him. Yeah, the idea’s matured a bit since I was thirteen, and I see the broader scheme of things. I want to help others like he helped me, I want to see a better world.
But mostly? I just want Dad to be happy. He’s a great man, and he’s got such beautiful dreams for this godsforsaken hellhole...it’s his fight, I’m just a soldier. And if saving souls makes Dad really happy, well...I’m all over that like white on rice.
Muse: Monique Fender
Fandom: AtS (original)
Words: 402