Chapter 1
Cross fire
Third Person
In a candlelit basement, a figure chanted in strange language while tossing a powder into the cauldron. The liquid bubbled and turned blood red as it glowed. The figure smiled, not wanting to mess up the balance that was just achieved. The brew settled then it was scooped into glass jars. Now, the hard part.
Demona gathered the old spell book and flew to the tower. Tonight was special.
Third Person End
Angela's POV
I roared as I stretched and my stone skin broke apart. I jumped off the wall and flew up to Father. Elisa was talking to Father.
"Nobody knows where they came, but we're hoping it's just elaborate prank." She said.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Jars of red liquid started popping up all over the city. But when the team goes to retrieve it, they disappear." Elisa explained.
"Strange sense of humor." I hummed.
"Perhaps, but we must be sure." Father hummed. "Puck."
"Don't look at me. Owen hasn't let me have any fun today." He floated next to Elisa, laying on his stomach.
"This seems… juvenile, but I fear Demona may have chosen Halloween for a reason." Father looked out at the horizon.
"Alright, fine. Imma go the kid." Puck disappeared. He returned with Alexander and Xanatos in his armor. I frowned.
"Why is Xanatos coming?" Father growled.
"He missed his daddy." Puck cooed, wiggling Alexander in front of him. Father inhaled then sighed. "I heard there was jar a few blocks over."
We flew out to the jar and I could see a tower on the other side of the street. The liquid seemed to dyed water. As Puck looked it over, there was lighting strike as the clouds parted. Red moonlight and magic charged the air. The jar exploded. Puck threw us into air and casted a spell. I caught Elisa before she fell. The magic wind carried us far quickly. Father and Xanatos trying to give each other distance. Puck was behind with Alexander in his arms. I grew dizzy as the spell took hold.
Angela's POV End