The two twins stood in their demon forms, having transformed shortly after walking in the door. Jessie sighed and told them the story.
"Andrea! Run!" A man's voice flooded the young woman's eardrums as she ran as fast as she could, her red colored body becoming a blur in the forestry. She tried to outrun her attacker. Feeling a tingling sensation, she looked down at her feet. The talons of her feet disappeared and her feet turned a more humanly color. Then, she bent down in extreme pain. Her wings and beautiful horns disappeared back into her body, and her slender, graceful tail vanished.
She was human again. Thomas, her mate, roared in agony as he watched his beloved lose her life to the claws and fangs of Daemon. The enemy hadn't even…he left the body so grotesque, Thomas felt like he was going to vomit any second. He crouched down low to avoid being seen, but Daemon's head swiveled in his direction. The last thing he ever saw was the enemy's claws clamping down on his eyes.
"THOMAS! ANDREA!" A voice called. A lavender demon approached the two bodies. "Oh please, Ayan…no…" There was no hope for Andrea…she was little more than a skeleton…but Thomas was still alive.
"I'm h-here…" Thomas raked the ground slightly with his claws. His ribs were smashed to pieces, and he was barely alive. The pain was excruciating. "The girls…the eggs…they're still at the house." He took one more breath. "G-guard them…make sure nothing happens to them." He screwed his eyes closed in extreme pain and took his final breath.
"I will…I will, brother." Jessie wiped the tears from her face and kissed her brother's cheek. She stepped in the direction of their house, hopping over the fence. She knew Daemon could be watching her…but he was nowhere in sight. Jessie approached the front door. It was unlocked. She entered the living room, to find a truly shocking sight: Daemon. The evil demon was resting his foot on a sapphire-colored egg, ready to crush it at any second. His head swiveled toward Jessie, who snarled. The femme launched herself toward him, getting him away from the egg.
Next, she snarled at him and proceeded to tear at his wings, ripping holes into them. The demon ran off. Jessie walked upstairs and took a messenger bag that all demons usually possessed to carry their eggs around. She stepped outside and took flight, soaring for the American Demon Island.
"Why did he want my parents to die?" Syd asked.
"Daemon was a Seer….he thought that if your parents died, Des wouldn't become Ayan's prophet…but…something's not adding up."
"What is it, Aunt Jessie?" Des asked.
"If Daemon is a Seer, he would have seen Des' destiny even before she was born…"
Syd's eyes widened and she walked over to the bookshelf, pulling out an old, withered tome. She flipped through it frantically. "'When a Seer demon loses their demonic status, all visions are immediately erased from their memory.'"
"Well, that's interesting." Jessie replied. "So he doesn't remember the vision he got of Des being a prophet…"
Des' lip quivered a few times before she finally exploded. "I'M SICK OF HEARING THAT!"
"Des?" Syd asked, concerned.
"I DON'T WANT TO BE AYAN'S PROPHET! I NEVER ASKED FOR IT! IF IT MEANT MY PARENTS' DEATH…"
"Des, you should be proud of who you are! You're going to be a great hero someday!"
Des stormed out of the house, taking with her a potion. She would transform back into a human when she went outside….but she would never make it. She wouldn't return home that night, human or demon. Only a few steps by her house, she had been captured. She looked to see the priest from her church and others, debating whether to say anything or not…they couldn't know who she was…they'd find out that Jessie and Syd were demons too!
"Look at those wings!" One glared. "She must be evil…She must die!"
"No! No!" Des whispered. "Please!"
"Silence!" The priest roared, pulling out a whip and striking Des' neck with it. That move silenced Des, who was guided to a van and thrown inside. The mother of the dead child put shackles on Des' ankles and wrists. The other ends of the chains only had four links to them. The mother of the child whom Daemon had killed was securing Des' chains, and looked at her.
"You killed my daughter."
"What?" Des asked in disbelief. "NO!"
"You belong to a filthy race…you will be destroyed!" With that, she rammed a cloth of chloroform into Des' mouth. Before she blanked out, she heard the woman again. "Your entire race will pay."
Des awoke several hours later to find herself tied to a stake, people throwing bundles of wood down by her feet.