My Father The Possessive Demi-god 소설 & 이야기

“Most precious Melanie, I wish I knew how to start a letter, I almost didn’t, and that is ironic considering I write for a living. Anyway, I am sorry to have done this to you, unfortunately, being in your presence makes me forget all of the terrible things my father did to me, I want to forgive him and move on when I am with you, forget being a priest and be fully and utterly yours, but how can I? He deserves to roll in his grave forever when he sees me using his hard earned wealth, I cannot have him laughing at me forever.

she said as her tears fall continuously. "We've been waiting for you to come home." Ana Mae stared at the man standing behind her real mother. "How silly of I, I forgot to introduce you to everyone," Aphrodite chuckled. "This is your father, Hephaestus the God of fire and blacksmith," she introduced her husband to their daughter. Hephaestus wasn't able to stop himself from crying and hugging his daughter. He rushed towards her and gave her a warm hug which made Ana Mae flattered.

My mother turned to look toward my father. “I don’t know you guys. You should have seen the way he drained that half-blood God. He was the offspring of Poseidon. When Ryder was done with him, he was nothing but a weak human.” My mother’s face paled. “Is this true, Ryder?” My father asked, and I nodded. “It was instinct, like I knew how to do that my entire life.”

"Still, you must have felt terrible. I get why you hid it before now. So, I want you to be honest with me. I'm ready to listen to you" Letting out a slow exhale, I finally said it. "My father is the god of chaos and my mother was a human...." I said and her eyes went wide. She seemed to be awed. "You're a demigod?" She breathed and I nodded in agreement. "That's pretty cool. But...chaos?" She said, raising a brow. I grimaced sheepishly. "Sometimes, when I feel very intense emotions, it's most likely that chaos might occur around me" I said and she chuckled.

Finally, he sighs, and his eyes fill with sad compassion. "I love your mother. I miss her every day. But she is dead. She is our Goddess now, and while we have made sure to spread the word of her new title, that does not change the fact she is separate from us. We are living, Tav. We are mortals. She is not. We must live our lives, and you aren't. You are obsessed with your mom when your focus should be on the living people around you," Father says, and my eyes narrow.

my father said as he appeared before me in his royal purple robes. His salt and pepper hair was combed neatly, and his silver eyes glittered in the evening sunlight. But around those beautiful eyes were dark circles. And I was now old enough to know that my father was suffering. He still hasn't recovered from the death of the love of his life. He had told me about my mother’s fire powers and said he never thought I would manifest them because he was powerless himself, which was an abomination for the Alpha of the Celestial Trinity. But the people had accepted him and made him their leader. All thanks to my mother.

Gurudza says in a harsh low tone. “Your father could have stopped Gwanhoya from possessing Monalisa but he did not. He let her possess the innocent young lady and he went on to be soft on the demon, just to show his superiority. Your father also possessed the power of a god so technically he was a demigod and dying at the hands of a demon!” “And there you go again disrespecting my father! How can a normal human possess godly power?” Gurudza seems calm now and is no longer acting up on his rage.

I mean apart from the signature golden brown eyes, he seems human. Tate nodded, "Satan- the demon of wrath is my father and years ago, he fell in love with a human and grew a soul. He lived here in peace ever since. You've always asked me why I stayed in this realm... right? Well, it's because I was born here and for years, I've hated my dad for abandoning me and being weak growing a soul." "But right now, more than ever... I understand him." He added as he looked at his dad

Zarah held my arm, trying to calm me down. “No.” I raised a finger to warn her. “Don’t do this to me, Zarah. You’re like my mentor, my godmother, or something. You’re close to my aunt. Do you know what I mean? I need the truth. I can handle it. I’ve fought dangerous beings, and the identity of my father wouldn’t kill me, trust me. What is he? A demon?” “No.” She glanced at Samarah for a brief second and then looked at me. “Your father is a Seraphim.”

“You are too much like your mother. Too soft hearted to do what has to be done, ignoring her true self. That’s ultimately what got her killed.” “What the hell are you talking about?” I yell at him. “You really haven’t figured it out yet, have you, son?” he says and throws his head back in a maniacal laugh. I look at Divina in bewilderment, but her eyes are locked on my father and her body is coiled tight. I can practically feel the tension pouring off her. “You’re a fucking, demon, son.” Now, it’s my turn to laugh. “You’ve got to be kidding me, dad. I’m not a demon.” I turn meet Divina’s eyes and this time she is staring back at me. Her eyebrows are drawn together, and she is watching me war