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I walked upstairs towards my room after having dinner with my father, or well, this world's version of my father. A man that was once a terrifying villain for Frank, someone that aimed at him, and still does, but at a much lesser rate.
I don't know where to even begin with this, but indeed, I've been given a rather privileged life in this world the moment I was assimilated. While my wives had much simpler families, mine in specific seemed to be the most out of place of them all.
I would have never hoped to be the daughter of this man, which at the same time, ended softening this villain, and making him someone… less bad than before.
Well, technically we're still a huge family of literal supernatural mafia, apparently the history of the Chaos Gate Clan goes several hundreds of years back.
