"Hello, dear. I see I have some explaining to do. The elders sent me to you since you don't really have a whitelighter yet, and Leo doesn't count. He's your uncle, but still." Grams went off talking about random stuff.
"Grams?" Christina put in. "Who is that?" she pointed at her father.
"Oh him? That's your father, dear." Grams said.
"Why are you here? Is my father still a demon?" Christina spit out. Cole took a step towards her but Phoebe held him back.
"Goodness no. That demon is somebody else. He's just trying to confuse you. I've been sent here to tell you how to defeat him and why he came after you."
"Who is he?" Christina sensed that Grams was hiding something from her.
"I can't tell you." Grams said. "They're calling me. I've got to go." She disappeared.
"Who are you." Christina stated again. "I want some answers!" She looked into the eyes of the adults. They weren't who they seemed to be. Her mother was standing there, her father was giving her a hurt look, and Leo was just being Leo. "Mommy? Daddy? Who are you? Who am I? Why are we going through this?"
"Christina, drop it." Melinda said. She walked up behind her. "They're not going to say anything. It's just like I froze them."
"But you didn't. They're hiding something." Christina said. "I need some answers."
"Christina." Her mother started. She ran into the other room. Christina looked at her father. He was silently fuming. Christina looked closer.
"That's not my father." She said. He suddenly began changing. He grew about six inches and became broader. His skin turned a red and black color. His clothes turned into a black suit.
"Balthazor!" screamed Christina. She looked around her for backup. Everybody had disappeared. "HELP!" she screamed.
"You want to know who I am, Christina?" Balthazor walked calmly up to her and encased one of her cheeks in his disgusting hand. "You've been hurting your mother. You've been hurting your father. You want to know who I am so you can hurt them more?"
"Who are you." she stated again. "I need to know."
He continued to stroke Christina's cheek. "I am the hand that held you when you were born. I am the one who changed your diaper, feed you, and put a house around you all these years."
"It can't be."
"I am the one who provided for you. I put you through lessons. I chased you back when you ran away. I made sure you were in school and that you did your homework."
"Get away from me!" Christina sobbed out. "It can't be true! LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"You wanted the truth, Christina. You wanted to know who your father was. I'm your father. I was there every second of your childhood. I love it when you call me daddy."
"Somebody please help me!" Christina ran from his touch. She backed up against the wall.
"You wanted to know if I was the demon who took your sister. That's true. You wanted to know if I'm really the lethal Balthazor. That's also true. Yeah, your half-demon. We all are in this family. When you astral-projected yourself to your father you ended up at me because I am your father. There are grass-stains on my other suit because you fought me in it and threw me into a meadow. Those are your answers."
"Get away from me! It's not true! My father was converted to human state! He was a Mortal-Witch! HE ISN'T A DEMON!" Christina yelled.
"That's what they wanted you to think. Remember this, Christina. Remember when you were three years old. You broke your arms. I carried you to the hospital three miles away because we didn't have a cell phone and the car was broken. When you were eight you climbed out your window and almost fell into the driveway, but I caught you. When you were twelve you discovered your sister and brothers powers. You were almost killed by me. Now I'm giving you a chance to accept yourself!"
"How do you know all those things?" Christina sobbed out.
"Because, I am your father!"
Could it be true? Christina asked herself. She ran out of the room and into the living room. Her mother, Leo, Tim, Jordan, Jersey, and Melinda all stood there. Balthazor followed her in.
"What is going on." Christina asked. She then fell into a pit of darkness.
"Grams?" Christina put in. "Who is that?" she pointed at her father.
"Oh him? That's your father, dear." Grams said.
"Why are you here? Is my father still a demon?" Christina spit out. Cole took a step towards her but Phoebe held him back.
"Goodness no. That demon is somebody else. He's just trying to confuse you. I've been sent here to tell you how to defeat him and why he came after you."
"Who is he?" Christina sensed that Grams was hiding something from her.
"I can't tell you." Grams said. "They're calling me. I've got to go." She disappeared.
"Who are you." Christina stated again. "I want some answers!" She looked into the eyes of the adults. They weren't who they seemed to be. Her mother was standing there, her father was giving her a hurt look, and Leo was just being Leo. "Mommy? Daddy? Who are you? Who am I? Why are we going through this?"
"Christina, drop it." Melinda said. She walked up behind her. "They're not going to say anything. It's just like I froze them."
"But you didn't. They're hiding something." Christina said. "I need some answers."
"Christina." Her mother started. She ran into the other room. Christina looked at her father. He was silently fuming. Christina looked closer.
"That's not my father." She said. He suddenly began changing. He grew about six inches and became broader. His skin turned a red and black color. His clothes turned into a black suit.
"Balthazor!" screamed Christina. She looked around her for backup. Everybody had disappeared. "HELP!" she screamed.
"You want to know who I am, Christina?" Balthazor walked calmly up to her and encased one of her cheeks in his disgusting hand. "You've been hurting your mother. You've been hurting your father. You want to know who I am so you can hurt them more?"
"Who are you." she stated again. "I need to know."
He continued to stroke Christina's cheek. "I am the hand that held you when you were born. I am the one who changed your diaper, feed you, and put a house around you all these years."
"It can't be."
"I am the one who provided for you. I put you through lessons. I chased you back when you ran away. I made sure you were in school and that you did your homework."
"Get away from me!" Christina sobbed out. "It can't be true! LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"You wanted the truth, Christina. You wanted to know who your father was. I'm your father. I was there every second of your childhood. I love it when you call me daddy."
"Somebody please help me!" Christina ran from his touch. She backed up against the wall.
"You wanted to know if I was the demon who took your sister. That's true. You wanted to know if I'm really the lethal Balthazor. That's also true. Yeah, your half-demon. We all are in this family. When you astral-projected yourself to your father you ended up at me because I am your father. There are grass-stains on my other suit because you fought me in it and threw me into a meadow. Those are your answers."
"Get away from me! It's not true! My father was converted to human state! He was a Mortal-Witch! HE ISN'T A DEMON!" Christina yelled.
"That's what they wanted you to think. Remember this, Christina. Remember when you were three years old. You broke your arms. I carried you to the hospital three miles away because we didn't have a cell phone and the car was broken. When you were eight you climbed out your window and almost fell into the driveway, but I caught you. When you were twelve you discovered your sister and brothers powers. You were almost killed by me. Now I'm giving you a chance to accept yourself!"
"How do you know all those things?" Christina sobbed out.
"Because, I am your father!"
Could it be true? Christina asked herself. She ran out of the room and into the living room. Her mother, Leo, Tim, Jordan, Jersey, and Melinda all stood there. Balthazor followed her in.
"What is going on." Christina asked. She then fell into a pit of darkness.