Current Date: June 29, 2058
Character: Mishkael Daishi
Race: Halfling – Demon / Human
Age: 74, physically about 27
Current residence: Atheria City, Eresiel
Whenever I look at photos of the kids as they were growing up—Cristina’s pictures more than Tiberius’s own—I get a mild pinch in my heart. I can’t claim that raising these kids was a piece of cake; it wasn’t. Tiberius was quiet, I always told myself that he took after Max more than me and that wasn’t far from the truth. He was just so quiet and well-behaved.
That’s not to say Cristina wasn’t quiet and well behaved but when her baby brother came into the picture? Her behaviour changed. It wasn’t quite drastic, but it was there. The spoiled-kid act, the tantrums. You name it. At times I felt like we were failing as parents because of that behaviour and yeah, I started acting the bad cop of our relationship just so Max could have a breather. I hated every second of it, no matter how much she frustrated the fuck out of me, but discipline was hard with her.
I love my kid, don’t get me wrong. She’s mellowed out something fierce now, but I know there’s still plenty of fire in her. There’s a fire in Tiberius too, mind you, it’s just a more sort of controlled fire if that even makes any sense.
During those times when I had to let my demon side come out—a figure of speech, I never met my father and I had some questions while I was growing up but I’ve made my peace—I feel as though that, to essentially calm back down after dealing with whatever tantrum she’d thrown, I’d have to dig deep into myself and remind this demon side of me that there was still good in me. It might have been buried way, way deep down, but it was there.
In a way, that seemed to be my sort of cue that the ‘bad’ was done—it felt like I was being bad, for the sake of being good, back then—and that I could let it fall back into its pit.
Max is the reason I started thinking that way and it turned out to be helpful in the long run.
I’m not proud of this memory, I recall one of the times Cristina really got into a tantrum that wouldn’t let go and I sort of lost myself to that demon. Again, this is a figure of speech. Normally I’m fairly cool when I play the bad cop, but I was having such a hard time letting go back then, even after she’d been set in timeout that it took Max just holding me and murmuring away to me that there was plenty of good deep inside me, to get the demon to let go.
I don’t know how much time I spent curled in on himself almost crying that one time. I didn’t hurt her if anyone thinks that things might have gone that far. Furthest from. I was just way rougher with her—emotionally, mentally—as I was trying to get through to her than I’d ever been, and it hadn’t felt good. Her reaction when she’d essentially broken out of that tantrum of hers hadn’t felt good.
I wondered on those days if her demon wasn’t taking over; it certainly felt like it and I knew how it felt too. I blamed myself fully when she’d have these tantrums, not that I ever told Max that. I don’t know how he would have reacted. I blame myself; I blamed the demon side of me as though that explained everything when I didn’t even know how the man had been.
Knowing what he did to my mother is enough for me to know that he wasn’t a good person and that’s all there is to that.
As the kids grew older and didn’t have to spend quite as much time together, things got a little easier. Not perfectly so, I never imagined that we’d get to that, and we didn’t. Not while they were growing up. Things are easier now but both of them are adults and have long since been out of the nest, so I don’t think that counts, even if it does.
There’s no need to lie, I’ll admit willingly that I didn’t expect to ever be able to have both of them at home while they might have been visiting to celebrate a birthday or something similar. At least, not without some sort of half-sided war going on. Tiberius never fell for his sister’s behaviour; somehow, it was as though it didn’t reach him, and I’ve always wondered about that.
Not that I need to know, not at this point in our lives. I’ll just keep on looking at the photos and remind myself that despite the demon coming out at times, I was still a good person, way deep down inside.