There he stands, the sun peering over his shoulders, causing a eerie outline of his body to glow. His fists are clenched, ready to fight the daughter he never loved. His sneer makes me want to go into his mind and create the most horrifying demons that torment him until he can no longer breathe. You haven't seen the worst of me, Father.

He runs at me like a bull would seeing red. But I don't move. I won't. Not anymore. Instead, I close my eyes and imagine his blood spilling out of his lifeless body from my sword that has been plunged into his heart. The image causes him to stop before my feet. But, he gets up quickly.

Swiftly, I pull out my sword that hangs at my waiste, hearing the steel swich against the holder. He's fast. But I'm faster. I run out of his path, slicing my sword against his arm. I want him to suffer before he dies. I wait for him to scream, but it never comes. Instead, his injury fuels his desire to kill. With a small dagger in his hand, he lunges for me. He misses. I laugh at his weakness.

"Oh Father, could you at least try to fight?" I mock him.

He doesn't answer, but smiles, wearily.

"So be it".

I jump on him, causing him to fall to the ground. Dust smokes the air, making it hard to breathe. He tries to push me away, but fails, miserably. I grab his throat in my hands, putting pressure, but not too much that he dies. He needs to hear me first.

"You underestimated my power. Or perhaps, you were scared." I speak softly. "You labeled me as a Malfetto, but I have always been stronger than you. And, you knew that. You've always known."

I realize now that with his throat in my hands, and his life at stake, that I could have killed him long before. I curse to myself that I didn't earlier.

"Now you will die at the hands of your daughter you tried to sell, as if I was a slave."

Instead of letting him die peacefully, I conjure up an evil, fire-breathing demon that shows no mercy. The site of it leaves even me, breathless. Colors of red, orange, and yellow illuminate from the demon, with its teeth at a terrifying length, black and voiding. My Father is shaking under my grasp, attempting to whisper a quiet prayer to the gods. Not even they can save you now. The demon spits out fire, forcing my Father to think he is drowning in flames. He tries to break free, but I don't budge. I push on harder, and harder, until I can feel his veins on his neck begin to pop. The feel of it brings a plessure of utmost control, coursing throughout my entire body.

I have the demon claw at my Father's eyes, causing him to shriek.

"Farewell, Father."

With one hand still wrapped around his neck, and the demon still terrorizing him, I quickly grab my sword that sits next to my feet, and raise it to the heavens. I stand over his convulsing body, ready to end his life once and for all.

I plunge the sword deep into his heart, causing blood to spill into a pool of a sickening deep, thick red.

The sun is setting in front of me from where I stand on a hill.

This is the last time he has seen the dawn.