He closed his trenchcoat to keep warm. The wind was taking up and the night was cold. He didn't care. He was moving to the last place he had seen her almost 20 years ago. Not many people believed him back then. The few that did were still the only ones. His motorcycle gang.

President Undertaker or simply just Taker. He had a real name but no one called him that. He was feared and respected, and he had earned his name. No one bullshitted him around and lived to tell the tale. When he lost her almost 20 years ago, his anger almost became legendary. But the anger was only there to hide the sadness.

He lost his old lady in childbirth, and the only thing that kept him going at first was their daughter Caelyn. Finally as he started getting over his sorrow and started seeing a brighter future, he lost her too. She was only three months old when that thing, that demon, ripped her away from him.

He stopped on the dark street corner where it had happened. She would have turned 20 today. Exactly at this early hour. 1.30 AM. It probably would have been more appropriate to stay at home but this street corner was the last place he had seen her. 20 years had passed and he remembered it like it was yesterday.

Once again Caelyn wouldn't fall asleep. She was a restless baby. He didn't mind. He walked the late hours with her in the pram, hoping it would do the trick to lull her to sleep.

"Excuse me, sir," a female voice sounded behind him.

He turned around, and a woman was standing there, looking down at a map. Her hair was like fire. Black on top, moving down into red, orange and yellow. Her skin was dark, and heat radiated from her. Everything about her screamed of fire.

"I seem to be lost," she said.
"Where do you need to go?" He asked.

He looked down at the map, and something about her seemed off. Her thumbs were above the map, and she didn't just have long nails. She had claws.

"What the hell?" He whispered.

He suddenly felt scared and he spun around fast. There was some sort of man with Caelyn in his arms but he didn't look entirely like a man. His face was painted black, white and red like a demon. It took a second for Taker to realize it wasn't paint. It was the demon's skin. A demon had his daughter.

"Give her back!" He yelled.

The demon grinned widely and all his sharp teeth were on display. All his teeth were fangs.

"Ember! Attack!" The demon growled.

Taker spun around again and was met by a pair of red eyes. She too started grinning and her teeth were also sharp. She raised her head to the sky, howled like a rabid animal, and then jumped on him. He tried blocking her with his arm, and her teeth sank into it. He screamed in pain, and then suddenly she was gone. He got back up quickly, looking around, but both the male and the female demon were gone along with his daughter.

"Caelyn!" He screamed in tears. "Give me back my girl!"

He let out a sigh, leaned his back against the brick wall, and closed his eyes. 20 long years and he had no idea if she was dead or alive or how she would even look today if she was still living.

All he had was the scar left on his arm from Ember's teeth, and a whole lot of conspiracy theories going around about how he had killed his own daughter because no one believed demons existed. Sometimes he even wondered himself if he was mentally ill and had made up the whole thing in his head. If the scar wasn't there to prove something had bit him, he would have fallen to that theory too and committed himself to a mental hospital.

"Happy birthday, baby girl," he said lowly.

He suddenly felt something he hadn't felt in 20 years. That extreme heat that had radiated from the female demon Ember. He opened his eyes just in time to block the kick that almost connected with his head. He pushed the person back, raising his hands to fight back, and stared at his opponent. A young woman with wild, semi-curled, red hair and bright green eyes. In her hands she held some sort of weapon. A long stick with a knife attached to the end.

"Put the knife down, little girl, and let's talk about it," he said.

He knew she wasn't there to talk. She didn't look like one of the demons. She smirked at him, and ran her tongue over her perfectly human-shaped teeth. The heat was still there though and he knew that could only come from their kind. Whoever she was, she didn't seem to belong to either side.

Another kick followed, this time aiming at his hip and connecting. She had strength in her, and he knew he had to fight back if he wanted to get out of it alive so that was exactly what he did. He fought against her, but only a few minutes into the fight she managed to sweep his legs from under him. The knife pointed at his throat, the tip touching his skin, and he laid still awaiting his fate. He looked up at her smirking face, leaving her mouth to look in her eyes.

"Hello, dad," she said.

All air was sucked out of him. Even if he got another chance to fight her off, he wouldn't take it. He couldn't.

"Caelyn," he whispered.

A clapping noise sounded through the night. From behind her that demon the had stolen her came walking while clapping.

"Get away, baby girl! I won't let him take you again!" He yelled.

The demon leaned his head on her shoulder and chuckled. She moved the knife away from Taker's throat, and reached a hand up to run it through the demon's hair.

"Finn, meet my dad," she said.
"We've met," Finn bared his teeth in a grin. "And you remember Ember, right?"

A shadow fell over Taker's head. He turned his head enough to see her red eyes staring down at him. She raised her boot, and stomped him once in the head. Everything turned to black after that.