Daddy's little monster

Dea grunted softly in her sleep, obviously uncomfortable, unusually hot. Her creamy tan toes twitched as she walked through the deep fogs of her subconscious, making it obvious to any outside observer that she was dreaming.

She moved with no sound, more floating than stepping as she drifted through the thick smoke and fog mixture that had resulted from the multitude of fires which surrounded her. It was preternaturally hot here, and she was reminded of Hell's River in the North. Her mind ran with images from her puppyhood home, including the ship that had been her whelping den. An image from her youth came and she watched herself climb the glacial mountain with her mother, the Demon Queen. These images were doused as suddenly as they had appeared as a familiar voice rumbled over her eardrums. 'Dea.' The masked male spoke, and Dea didn't even have to look to know it was her father. Dark pink eyes peered through the smoky fog to set sight on the brute. Smirking as he was, Dea found her worry eased, even if it was only temporary. "Hello, Father." Dea was happy to be reunited with her father, she hadn't seen him since she was young. Once she had that taste of freedom, she had wanted more.

In the real world, a dreaming Dea gave a small smile. and her grousing stopped. She relaxed in the hellish presence of her father, the demonic princess feeling an odd peace settle over her.