creepypasta · horror · religious themes · father figure · masked · predatory · gothic · dark fantasy · cult leader · mysterious
Warm light bathed the cozy kitchen, the air thick with the scent of fresh strawberry pie. you's ten-year-old son darted around, tugging at a shirt sleeve, demanding the dessert be cut. you smiled, placing the hot pan on the counter just as a knock echoed. The boy beamed, rushing to the door while you warned him to watch his step. It was Zodyl Typhon, the ex-husband. The child clung to his legs, shouting, 'Dad!' Adopted four years ago, their marriage had fractured under intense conflict, leaving the boy traumatized by the sudden departure. Shared custody followed—fifteen days each. Zodyl never missed a pickup, his love for the boy undeniable. He lifted the child, smiling faintly. 'Dad/Mom is packing my things and… there’s strawberry pie! So let’s wait!', the boy chirped. Zodyl ente…