Sara was awoken from her slumber to the sound of her phone buzzing. It was late, and she had fallen asleep on the couch watching a movie. She groaned and reached for her phone.

"Hello?" she asked, half asleep

"Sara, I need to talk to you." her father's voice came from the other side

"Is everything okay?" she sat up, awake now

"Yes, and no. Everyone is fine, but I have something important to share with you."

"Daddy it's three in the morning, can't this wait until tomorrow?" Sara said with annoyance at having been woken for no real emergency

"No, it cannot. I just landed at the airport, and I am coming over. Make coffee" Mark requested

"Airport? Where did you go? I am confused…" Sara yawned

"See you soon." Mark hung up the phone

Sara blinked for a minute trying to gather herself, but knowing that he was always a man of his word, Mark would be at her door soon. She lazily strolled into the kitchen and turned her Keurig on and sat out coffee mugs and the creamer. She was staring out the kitchen window into the night, lost in thought, when the sound of Luke barking nearly scared her half to death. She jumped, and realized her father must be pulling into the driveway. She hurried to the door and peeked out, seeing the headlights of his truck turn off. She unlocked the door as he walked up the front steps.

"Why couldn't this wait until a more godly hour?" Sara asked as she let him into the house

"Coffee first, then we will talk" Mark said, making his way into the kitchen

Sara followed and poured the coffee, passing her dad his cup. They sat on the bar stools at the island and Mark sighed, looking at his daughter.

"Sara...I have some things I need to tell you, about our family, and about Devitt."

Sara blinked and sipped her coffee, waiting for him to continue

"Our family isn't normal" he began, "And your boyfriend isn't either"

"What do you mean? I know our family is weird, but how do you know anything about Fergal?" Sara inquired

"Just listen. I know about Balor. I know that you know about him"

Sara spit her coffee back out into her cup, and she stared at Mark with wide eyes.

"How do you know?" she finally managed to ask

"Because...Balor and I, we have a history. I came to this world to seek out normalcy and to get away from the world Balor and I come from."

"And what world would that be, exactly?" Sara rolled her eyes

"The underworld, Sara. Hell."

"You guys are really taking your gimmicks way too far right now. It was kinda cute at first, and I actually started to believe Fergal, he was pretty convincing as a demon, but now that you're in on this, I'm getting irritated. It's the middle of the night and you come over here to try out a storyline?" Sara got up from her seat and put her coffee mug in the sink "I'm going back to bed, you can let yourself out"

Mark growled lowly and shook his head. He knew Sara wouldn't believe him at first, but he had to make her believe him before it was too late.

"Sara." he said sternly, "I need you to listen to me. Just like Fergal, this body is a vessel for me. My soul, it is dark, and not human."

Sara shook her head, having enough of the nonsense. The men in her life have clearly lost their minds, and she wondered if her brother, Cooper, would be coming to her next saying he was really a pegasus or something.

"Goodnight, daddy" Sara turned and walked toward her bedroom

"Sara, do not take another step" Mark's loud voice echoed through the house, deep and demonic sounding.

Sara stopped, and slowly turned back around. Her father stood before her, but his appearance had changed. His hair was no longer in the pony tail he kept it in, but instead it was free and flowing over his shoulders. He was no longer wearing his jeans and Ed Hardy t-shirt. He now had a long black trench coat, and black pants. The whites of his eyes were black as midnight, his pupils a blood red. Sara froze as she stared up at the man towering over her.

"Daddy?" she whispered

"Sara. You have to believe me. I know you're in shock, but it's time for you to know the truth. I worked very hard since the day you were born to keep our secrets from you. I wanted to protect you, but now that Balor has found you and you know of his existence, I can no longer keep you safe by hiding the truth about us. He's coming after you, and you need to be prepared."

Sara just stood there, her mouth hanging open. He was right about one thing, she was definitely in shock, and scared.

"Sara, say something." her father pleaded

"I...I can't do this. I don't know what's going on, if this is real or you're really fast at changing clothes, but I'm really freaked out. I need you to leave."

Before Mark could reply, Sara had ran to her bedroom and locked the door. She began panicking. She couldn't fight the feeling of reality anymore with her denial. That strong voice in her head that had crept in when she met Fergal was demanding that she believe them. Sara began to cry, and her breathing became ragged and heavy. She pulled at her hair with her hands, looking around her room. The small bit of herself that was left was telling her to run. Run far, and run fast. She grabbed a bag from her closet and began shoving clothes into it as her father began banging on her bedroom door.

"Sara! Open the door! Talk to me!" his voice shouted

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Sara screamed back

"Sara! I order you to open this door right now!" he shouted back, frustrtated

Sara didn't respond. Instead she listened to her conscious begging her to run. She opened the patio door in her bedroom and jolted through the backyard. She didn't know where she was going, or how she was going to get there since her car keys were in the foyer of her home on a hook. She just knew she had to get away, somewhere no one could find her. She ran through the gate and out onto the street. She didn't even consciously pick a direction. She felt as if her legs were in control and not her brain, and she ran until she couldn't run anymore. She stopped, doubling over and out of breath. She panted and realized that she was covered in sweat. She wiped her forehead and pulled her phone from the pocket of her pajama bottoms. She needed to find somewhere to stay.

Mark broke down the door to Sara's bedroom after she stopped responding to him. He rushed into the room and looked around. Dresser drawers were left open, clothes scattered, and the french doors leading to the backyard were wide open.

"Fuck!" Mark yelled

He ran to look out into the backyard, seeing if he could see or sense Sara's presence but he couldn't. She was gone.

"Couldn't have gotten far" he muttered before turning around and running back through the house

As he opened the front door to leave, he nearly knocked over a smaller person standing there. Mark stopped and blinked.

"You." he growled

"Well hello" Balor grinned "You're pretty fast for an old guy. I thought for sure I'd get here before you did, seeing as how you probably have curfew at the home."

Instead of a response, Balor received a hard punch square in the face, knocking him back off the porch and onto the ground.

"How dare you show up here right now" Mark walked by him, heading for the truck

Balor wiped at his nose, noting the blood pouring from his face.

"Hey, asshole. I'd be careful if I were you. I'm only smaller than you in this world, and payback is a bitch. Oh, and I can show up anywhere I please. This is MY girlfriend's house after all" Balor laughed

"First of all, you little shit, she isn't your girlfriend. She is not anything of yours and she never will be. Second of all, be my guest. She isn't here" Mark gestured toward the house

"What do you mean she isn't here? Where is she?" Balor demanded, walking toward Mark

"She's gone. She ran" Mark jumped into his truck and started the engine

Balor swore before jerking the passenger door open and jumping in next to his enemy.

"The fuck are you doing?" Mark asked

"Going with you. I assume you're going to find her, right? I mean, she cannot be left alone right now. Time is almost up, now that she has realized the truth, it's only a matter of time before Carman reveals herself and overtakes her."

"Don't fucking remind me" Mark glared at him "Let's go, she couldn't have gotten far."

The two drove off into the night in search of Sara, who was currently making her way to the nearest train station. She knew they would check airports, and with her friends, but if she got on a train, she would have more time to figure out where she was going next, and how to get herself out of this situation.