I was not expecting to find myself in an empty void. Or for me to feel incorporeal and disassociated… like I had disassociated when I still lived with Dad and I needed some form of escape, since he had treated me as a drone to train instead of a child who had just lost her mother.
I was definitely planning to call Mrs. Fahrenheit to set up a therapy schedule now; oh, I had a whole storage unit’s worth of baggage to work through… Thanks, Dad. Really nice gifts from you.
The scene changed around me. The void filled with colors, like an oil painting, filling in the details swiftly. I was floating near two young demonesses. One red with four small horns and four small wings, the other a deep obsidian color, her horns like those of a ram. Well, no, not obsidian. It was as if she was made out
