Satan was waiting for us.

"Hello little sister. Been a few years, hasn't it?" he spoke smoothly.

"Yes it has. Now take your son's"

I dumped the two boys into his hands but I didn't want to let go of the sword. It reminded me of my swords but they are gone. I forced myself to open my hand and drop the sword. It clanged loudly when it hit the stone floor.

Satan looked at me

"You could go get those swords back you know. It's been years since you last held them and our parents aren't here anymore"

"Never. I'll stay by what I said. I will NEVER fight with those damn swords again. Not after that day"

I walked off. I wanted them back. I trained with them. I killed with them. I had them throughout my childhood, the only thing that showed my parents cared but they didn't and everyone knows that.

They were part of me not like these two pathetic excuses for swords that I now carried but I needed a weapon and they did the job.

My little sister walked of. I feel sorry for her. She wants those swords but isn't letting herself admit it to anyone. It's all mother and father's fault. They broke her.

I glanced down at my son's. At least they were here. She may be messed up but she does a job quick when she wants. One is conscious but he looks frozen. I suppose that's expected he's only five and just been kidnapped. The other is completely out of it and he looks like her. I always miss her every day for five years and now I can bring by boys up like she wanted. I may only really be interested in training the one with the flames but they're both here so I might as well train them both. Deep in my heart I wish I could have left them in Assiah ,where they would be really happy, but it was two risky. Exorcists aren't nice to demons even if they are only children. I'm proof of that.

I picked them up and headed towards there room. They don't need me at the moment. They need each other now. To recover. I'll try to explain tomorrow.

I sat on the roof of the castle as unwanted memories flooded back to me. My parent throwing me out.

-"Pathetic. You are not my daughter." She screamed.

I was seven. I was never good enough. Not like Satan. Satan was perfect. He peered out of a window he was older than me and mother never treated him like this.

"I'm sorry" he mouthed. I knew he tried to talk her out of it but mother had hated me from the day I was born. -

I shock my head I don't want those memories.

-Plunging two swords into the ground at 15. Fire cracked overhead.

" Never again. I hate you. I hate you all. You want me to use these to kill everyone. I won't. Not now, not EVER."

My fangs were growing. I was losing control.-

No I don't want these memories. I don't want to remember that day. I need to move I need to talk to the fire demon. They should have the answer. They always use to and I need my home. My real home.