Maybe take over?

Wave- mother was gently waving me… watching the history channel in our room… just the two of us.

Humming.

When I first came to be- I was in another world.

A world I'd never heard about.

A world I'd never even imagined about.

A world- of technology.

Not magic.

And a world where I was called a devil by my own father.

Granted- I might have been kind of a demon back in my own world but- hey, I wasn't the devil! After all- there was only one devil to begin with!

And I had no connection with that asshole.

Not anymore, that's for sure.

But- even so- ever since that incident of me, as a baby, talking- my father's been quite distant.

"Are you sure you can understand all this?" Mother asked.

A thumbs up!

Of course, my mother didn't care. She fed me, loved me and kind of often asked me questions.

Who I was, where did I come from, did I kill and take over the body of the baby- was I an alien, etc.