Chapter 4: Robert the Whitelighter

Everyone gasped in response. Sabrina's eyes had widened and they even seemed watery. Time had almost seemed to stop for her. She wasn't ever expecting to meet her father, and yet he was standing right in front of her.

"What?" she quietly asked, though she had heard every word he had said.

"I'm…your father," he repeated. Everyone's jaw was opened and they were all looking at Sabrina and Robert in confusion.

"Wasn't expecting that," Annie said awkwardly.

"This is crazy," Sabrina said. "My mom said that my father ran out on her and that he was a bastard."

"She was right about that," Millie said. Robert ignored her.

"The Elders wouldn't let me see her anymore. I was getting too involved with her, and it caused me to slack on my duties and then, I lost one of my charges." He paused to see Sabrina's reaction. "But that's all changed now. We can be together now. I can be your father."

"You weren't there for me when I needed you, you don't need to be here for me now," Sabrina said, orbing as she said it.

"Awkward…" Millie said. "I think we should leave this for later discussion. We have four witches herethat need their 'great' Whitelighter." Robert scowled at her sarcasm.

"Where's David?" Robert asked.

"Right here," David said, walking into the kitchen.

"Let's go into the living room to talk." They all walked in to the living room and sat down. "Now, I'm Robert, your Whitelighter. As your Whitelighter, my job will be to guide, protect, give advice, and heal you."

"You can heal us?" Annie asked. "Like our wounds?"

"Yes," Robert said. "I will always be just an orb away. Just call for my name loudly, and I'll be there. Oh, and Millie, I'm yours' and Sabrina's Whitelighter too." Before Millie could complain, a demon shimmered in. He had long, shaggy black hair and pale, white skin. He looked almosthuman, except for his giant claws.

"Look out!" Millie yelled, hitting the demon with a gust of wind. "Malanthra demon!" The demon soon got up and took a swipe at Annie. She could see the green poison oozing on the claws. Luckily, she avoided it. She thought back to her training. Glass was the only thing the poison wouldn't eat through. She picked up a glass platter, which was on the coffee table, and used it as a shield.

"How do you kill it?" she asked.

"Any way that would kill anything," Millie said. "Malanthra demons are weak, lower level demons." Jordan heard this and used her mind control on it.

"Kill yourself," she ordered. The demon took his hand, and jabbed the claws into his chest. He snapped out of her control and then burst into flames.

"Good job," Robert said. "Brilliant."

"There is some upper level demon that wants you dead badly," Millie said. "Probably so that you guys won't get any stronger. It must beforcing lower level demons to do its evil bidding, which is what upper level demons do. They tend to be lazy."

"What's the difference between upper level and lower level demons?" Charles asked.

"Lower level demons are weak and be easily killed without a certain potion or spell. An upper level demon usually needs a potion or a spell."

"How do we know which one is after us?" David asked.

"We have to wait for the next demon attack," Millie said. "But for now, Robert, will you go check with the Elders. Maybe they know something that could help us." Robert nodded his head and orbed. Millie shivered a little. "I feel stupid just saying that."

"What about Sabrina?" Charles asked.

"She needs time to think things over," Millie said. "She just found out who her father is. Think of how it felt for you."

"Quite overwhelming," Charles admitted.

"It's best we leave her alone." Millie walked towards the Altar Room. "I'm going to do some studying. Feel free to do whatever, but stay in pairs. You never know when a demon will attack."

"Great, now they have a Whitelighter," Betrix said. He was standing in his lair in the Underworld, plotting his next attack. His personal seer was lying on a long stone, observing a crystal ball.

"We're about to have company," she said. As she said that, Millie appeared in a shimmer of white lights.

"Ah, Millie," Betrix said. "Long time, no see."

"It has been a long time hasn't it," she said. "Twelve years to be exact." He noticed that it wasn't really Millie, it was just a projection of her. She was transmitting her image with a magic spell from her Altar Room.

"To what do I owe this little reunion?" Betrix asked, acting naïve.

"You know why I'm here," she said. "I know its you after them. It has to be."

"And how do you know that?" Betrix asked, sneering.

"My instincts," she said. "Which is all I need to know."

"Instincts tend to get people killed," Betrix said. "Like Richard. His instincts told him to try and protect you. He got in my way."

"Revenge will be served for what you did to him," she said. "I'll kill you myself."

"Ah, but you won't," Betrix said. "I've gotten stronger Millie. You, on the other hand, have lost your power. You've gotten old. Your reflexes aren't as good as they used to be."

"My reflexes are just fine," Millie said, standing her ground.

"Then why don't you come prove it?"

"I will. All in good time."

"Right now's a good time," Betrix said. "It's a little lonely down here sometimes."

"Oh, is it?"

"Yeah, sometimes I get urges to kill something. Come for a visit and let me quench that urge."

"You'll be seeing me soon," she said, disappearing in shimmering lights. "Very soon."

"And I'll know exactly when," Betrix said, smiling at his seer.