December 31, 1813
It’s the eve of a new year, my brother tells me of a legend about our father. That he visited our mother on New Year’s Eve for the first time. I didn’t listen to the entire story but he told me that if I should ever see our father again in my dreams that I was to tell him. I didn’t do this of course, I wanted to meet the man myself and see what it was about him that made Daniel cringe so much. I knew I was going to get my wish tonight. At midnight I saw the older man walking towards our encampment. His golden-yellow eyes were glowing in the darkness that enveloped the whole world around us. I grabbed hold of my brother’s arm and clung to it for safety. I knew Daniel hated me for being more human than he but I also knew that he would never allow harm to come to me. I was his only link to humanity anymore.
That was when I saw the whip that father carried. It was pitch black but in the fire light shown orange and blue with the runes that were engraved in the metal. That was also when I made the connection that the whip was no ordinary whip, it was made by demons for demons to kill humans and angelic beings. I hid against Daniel’s back and waited for the man to leave but he didn’t. I was scared more than I had ever been in my life. But the words cut through the night air with the harshest of voices. “Come on out from hiding my child, I’ve been waiting to meet you.” He said as he held his hand out to me. I slowly followed his beckoning and came to him despite my brother’s protests. As my hand met my father’s I saw more than I had ever seen before, this was the first time my true powers were ever touched. I saw what my father really wanted from me, to help him control this world, and slowly conquer all the others.
I pulled away from him and looked up at him fearfully. “I won’t help you.” I finally said with strong and firm intentions. My brother walked up beside me and in one swift motion moved me out of the way. My head hit the ground hard but when I awoke I saw my brother in his demonic form again. It was the strangest way to get him to calm down but I had to cut the tip of my finger and have him smell the blood. He regained his human form then walked me to the nearest town. My old home. Surely no one there would recognize me. It had been a while and my brother had used illusion spells to make me look like a boy.
Michael was there, he stood leaning against the post of the church. I froze. He looked different then 5 years ago. Danny put a hand on my shoulder and Michael instantly looked at us. He wore a rosary and on his belt was the usual demon hunter equipment. My brother took me by the shoulder and led me into a chapel. “Stay in here, only half breed demons can come here but that fellow doesn’t know that.” He stood back up and walked outside. I heard scuffling and my brother came back inside with Michael dragging by the collar. Michael looked frightened as my brother threw him into the pew beside me. “Bless her.” Danny ordered.
Michael did as he was told and I saw a bright silver line crawl up my hand and around my arm. I let out a feint scream of fright and Danny covered my mouth. “There, just to let you know, if she starts showing signs of being demonic that blessing will kill her.”
“She doesn’t have a demonic aura, trust me. I’m her brother.” Danny said then dragged me to my feet. We took off into the night once again and I kept silent the whole time.
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