Syd and Des walked into their mythology classroom, Des' wing problem having been taken care of. "So you're Ayan's prophet?" Syd whispered. "That's cool!"
"Not so loudly, Syd." Des warned. "I don't want anyone to hear…"
"Des, they can't hear a thing. We're whispering." Syd mumbled.
"Good morning, everyone!" A slightly cheerful voice that could not have, but sure enough did, belong to her aunt had entered the room, along with its owner. "My name is Jessie Lipsky, and I'll be your new mythology teacher. We'll get along fine. As long as you all do your homework, stay on task…" She walked over to a student who was chewing gum and popped the bubble. "AND DO NOT CHEW GUM!"
Syd snorted as she watched her aunt take her first 'victim'.
Daemon was prepared to attack the twins, but first….he needed nourishment. He rested himself, laying down on his stomach, in a tree. Growling menacingly, he stepped forward on all fours. Suddenly he leapt from the tree branch and down to a young child…
"Scores of our children are missing!" A priest declared. "AND WHY!" The mother of the child Daemon had murdered stood by him, crying. "This filthy, unholy race must be destroyed!" This was responded to by affirming cheers.
Jessie, meanwhile, had not been able to make her church's meeting…..at least, that's what she had excused her non-appearance as. In truth, she was debating what to do. The girls wouldn't be able to restart protecting the city…or they would be killed. Daemon was an absolute monster…and those humans he killed this year weren't the only ones he had killed.
Syd and Des arrived home from a friend's house and passed Jessie. "S-Syd….Des…there's something I….need to tell you."
"What is it, Aunt Jessie?" Syd asked, looking at her aunt, concerned.
"The Huntsclan didn't kill your parents."
"What?" Des asked.
"No…." Jessie pressed her eyelids together, on the verge of tears. "Daemon did…"