Then came the day I found out for myself who my father really was. It was my younger brother who "introduced" me to the god that children would say nightmares are bred from. I couldn't stand being near Spawn. Everytime Spawn and I would come close to each other I'd get eerie chills, as my brother said he always did as well. At first I instantly rejected Spawn. I very nearly hated him. I was scared to death of him, and because he was what he was, I think I was also disgusted with him. Disgusted with myself for being his daughter. How could he have been my missing parent? We were nothing alike. And what did my mother see in him? What was he?
Every now and then at the tavern I'd see a proper, well-to-do family enter. There would be a husband and wife who'd look so lovingly at each other, and there'd be a little girl. A child. I'd watch that little girl who had everything and I'd unconsciously get angry because I never had a real family like she did. I felt cheated. The target of my anger was really my father. I was angry at him for abandoning us. We needed him. If he had been there for us, my sister would probably be alive today. But we were separated. My father left us, taking with him my one and only brother, and my mother remained in Anshur and kept my sister and me. Thinking about it now, I realize that the other Anshurians of the Forest probably didn't approve of my father - being the god he was - dwelling in their land, near their homes, close to their children. I don't blame them. I, myself, can guess that they thought he was a monster and would be the root of bad examples and evil thought.
I kept who my father was a secret. I wished I'd never found out, myself. I loved my little brother once we were reunited, but I despised my father. I feared him. It was murder for him, I know, because he loved me. There I was, his daughter, fifteen years old. He had missed out on my growing up and he yearned to take me into his arms and pour any love he possessed into me. He wanted to step back into my life and play the role of "Father."He wanted to kiss my pain away and fight my battles for me; to apologize and make up for not ever being there for me in the past. But I was cold to him, and he knew he couldn't even lay a hand on me. He could only try his best to content himself by watching me from afar. A long time passed like that until I decided I needed to be reconciled with Spawn. He'd been tortured enough, and I knew it was right, so I resolved I'd talk to him next time I saw him. He had been down in Hell for the longest while, and once I did see him again, I couldn't talk to him. Everytime I saw him after that, with or without my brother's quiet prodding, it was like my tongue was stuck. I couldn't say a word, I could only stare at him. I think it was fear that held me back. Sure, I talked about him with my brother and confided that I would forgive and accept, but I just straight out couldn't bring myself to stand face-to-face with a powerful god and "make up" like little children do. Ironically, it wasn't until Spawn stripped me of my own rightful powers and sealed them away did I then open up to him. I cried many tears, he cried many black tears, I hugged and kissed, he hugged doubly and returned the kisses in a tender way I would not have expected of him. And since then I have been able to say that I love my father. Though he is shadow and though I am light, we have never been closer than we are now.
(Go ahead... shudder. You all knew Christina's father
was...
*gulp* ...the god of Darkness. I wanted so badly to show you
all how dark he really is. Bet you never saw any of his pics
before.)
(See that? He's rippin' his skull open. See his brains
spilling out of his head? *wants to scare you so badly* Christina sure
loves her daddy.)
(This is Spawn bein' burned alive. Scorched.
Can you feel his pain?
*hopes you're scared by now*)