"What's nine multiplied by ten?" spat Abaddon, his eyes aglitter with rage. He had six of them, and every single one of them was bursting with anger. Mary cowered in the corner of the gaudy kitchen, the cool black and white tile floor beneath her. 

 "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!" she screamed, pink, shiny liquid streaming out of her eye. Despite her lack of a mouth, Mary had a very strong voice. 

 "Be quiet, brat!" seethed Abaddon, crouching down to Mary's level and grabbing her calf firmly in his giant gloved hand. "You can't do anything right!" 

 "Daddy, please!" sobbed Mary, the pink liquid dripping off her face and staining her clothes. "Please, I'll try harder, Daddy, I'm sorry!" 

 "Sorry isn't good enough!" screamed Abaddon, his fiery hair teasing the thought of burning the house to the ground. He tightened his grips on Mary's leg and she howled in pain. "You'll never be as smart as the others! You want to know why? Because you're a dumb blonde, and you always will be!" Mary screamed and cried louder and louder until her throat almost caved in on itself. When she could no longer scream, Abaddon ripped his hand away from her leg and stood, looking down on Mary with hatred and disappointment. "I made you to be like her. Why can't you be more like her?" he growled just before he stormed out of the kitchen, slamming the door behind him. Mary cringed at the sound. 

 "You'll always be a dumb blonde..." whispered Mary, wiping her eye and sniffling. Her long, straw blonde hair was done up into two neat ponytails with little bows. Her skin was pure white, and the only feature that occupied her face was one large, blue eye. She wore a fluffy yellow dress, yellow and white striped stockings, and black Mary Janes on her feet. She was cute as a button and sharp as a tack, but something about her father made her forget all those things. 

 Mary slowly stood up and sighed, looking at her stained dress. She loved this one, and was sad to see it ruined like this. These stains would remain forever, a constant reminder of this argument with Abaddon. 

 Mary walked over to the counter and pulled up a stool, clambering to sit on it with some trouble. She smoothed her skirt out and sighed. 

 "Calafia. Come to me." whispered Mary, closing her eye and concentrating very hard. She squinted her eye so hard that she felt dizzy, so she had to stop. When she woke up, a blinding blue light met her, making her stumble back and fall out of the chair. "Ow!" she exclaimed. 

 "Oh, my dear, darling girl, I'm sorry to have alarmed you." came a beautiful, lilting voice. Mary looked up to see a beautiful woman with long, flowing blue hair and clad in pure white robes. She was emitting a light unlike any other, and it dazzled Mary. 

 "Are you...?" started Mary, but the woman held up a finger to silence her.

 "Yes. I am Calafia." she said, tilting her head slightly and smiling. Mary smiled back. Even with her lack of mouth, you could tell she was smiling. Calafia held her glowing hand out to Mary. "You have been crying. Who has forsaken you?" Mary's smile faded and she grabbed the edges of her skirt tightly in her fists. 

 "Abaddon. My father." she said, each word sharper than a dagger. Calafia frowned. "He tells me I'm just a dumb blonde, and I can't do anything right. Is it true?" Calafia smiled comfortingly and took Mary's hand in hers.