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Sorry for the short chapter, but I decided this little moment needed a chapter to itself. Please Read and Review.
She walked through the hallways of Hell. Mephistopheles had summoned her. Blackheart was involved and she was mad. Her face struggled to maintain it's human look. She tried to refrain from turning demon-like in her outburst. What could they want from her? She pulled at the wedding ring on her finger. Why won't the stupid thing come off? She remembered her previous tries to get it off and shuddered. She never remembered being that desperate.
She rounded a corner. A demon cowered away from her, seeing her anger. She remembered how she got into this mess. She remembered her childhood home. She also thought of the irony of it. She wasn't even a demon. She was human. Given powers of the damned, but not damned herself.
She was coming up on the room where Mephistopheles and Blackheart were waiting. A long mirror was on the wall in this hall. She remembered the reason and turned to look at it. She seen the evil powers given to her. The toothed jaw and teeth gleaming. She calmed herself. Even the mirrors couldn't doubt she was human. It showed her reflection. Her blonde hair was in a ponytail, in her anger black started working its way up the tips. The calmer she got, the more black disappeared.
She straightened herself up, even knowing that when she walked into the room she would return to the anger. She straightened the black duster she wore and black corset-like shirt. Her shiny boots gleamed in the orange flames around part of the wall. She cursed the fact that with her given powers fire no longer burned her. She turned and walked down the length of the mirror and at the end turned to walk into the room with her husband and his father was waiting.