Cake and Confessions
Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 9:54 am
Hello… I know many of you have no idea who I am, but Dark Angel thought that I should try to reach out and make some friends. So I guess I’ll just ramble on while I make some cakes.
I noticed last year that Azazel, who is apparently my son, although I don’t remember having a child. But really, I don’t remember anything from my past. Oh, but what I was saying is that Azazel doesn’t seem to like Christmas.
It’s probably because he’s a demon… but anyway, I thought I’d bake him some winter-themed cakes.
I don’t really know what to say…
I guess I should apologize for my appearance. I didn’t want to get my nice shirts dirty so that’s why I’m wearing this one. Dark Angel was too rough when she was trying to take it out of the package, and she ripped it.
I love baking cakes. Well… actually I love decorating cakes. That’s the best part!
I guess I should tell a little bit about myself. Hmm… My name is Pandora, and I’m 24 years old. Or at least that’s what I was told by the doctors. You see, I was in some kind of accident or something and I woke up in the hospital with no memories of my past.
I woke up and there was a pentagram burned in to my forehead. I could tell it was fresh because it still hurt. Maybe the doctors did it. I don’t know.
Anyway, after that I wandered to Dark Angel’s house. Something about it drew me in. Like maybe I’ll be able to find out about my past. I’m not sure I want to though. It could be scary.
And that’s when I met Azazel. He said that I had the mark of his mother. And from then on he’s been calling me that. Me, a mother? I’m only 24, and he’s at least 9. I would have been 15 when I had him. There’s no way I’m his mother. But he doesn’t have any friends, besides that little chick that follows him everywhere, so I guess I’ll act as his mother.
I mean… it’s kind of nice to feel needed.
(she takes her cake decorating very seriously, so she didn't talk during this time)
The end
