A daydreaming cynic´s desire to go to Hell

“Look at you. My little angel. You're such a beautiful girl, Yuuya….”

The voice sounded familiar, but was impossible to place. It had a warm clang to it that instilled a sense of comfort and safety, reassuring you that everything would be okay. It continued, soothingly, with words that caressed greater than the gentlest of motherly touches could;

“You're going to do great things, and make a lot of happy memories, Yuuya… I know you will.”

Faint coos pacify the crying of an infant, hushing and whispering unintelligibly, until fading out with soft parting words.

“No dream is too big for you, honey.”