Papa bursted into the room, and saw Cordelia with her back turned toward him.
"Cordelia," he said hesitantly. Papa had felt the spark of dark magic electrify the house, and immediately knew it to be the grimoire. He softly spoke Cordelia's name once again, and she slowly turned to face him. Something was different about the Supreme; he could feel it in the air. She was turned toward him now, but her eyes were downcast.
"Look at me," Papa commanded, and a smile appeared on Cordelia's face. Her eyes lifted to meet his, and Papa took a small step back. Cordelia's normal hazel brown eyes were now a glowing red.
""Don't look so scared, Papa," she approached him with confident steps. "It is still me," she gently touched his hand with her own. "I've just been given a little upgrade."
Papa probed out with his mind, and found no hint of malice or evil surrounding Cordelia. A confused looked crossed his face,
"I do not understand. How are you still…you." He looked at the grimoire, "The evil force that rested within the book, how has it not over-taken you."
Cordelia did not answer right away; she seemed to have a silent conversation with herself first before she spoke.
"The force," she paused "is not good or evil in and of itself. Whoever, it deems worthy of it powers," she glanced over at the now dormant pages of the book, "makes a choice on how use that power." She moved over to close the book, whose pages were now void of magic, "I choose, as I have always chosen….good."
Papa smiled,
"That's my girl."
Cordelia moved closer to him,
"We have a demon to kill, let's not keep him waiting."