"Amelia!" a woman yelled with her last breath to her daughter, urging her to run. Amelia was frozen, scared of what was in front of her. Her eyes started tearing up as she stared right into the face of a demon. Large black horns protruded out of his dark brown hair and large black, bat-like wings sprouted from his back. Piercings on his eyebrow, tongue and under his chin too. These, however, were not the things Amelia focused on. She couldn't help but notice the two crimson eyes staring at her.
The day started completely normal. She woke up, went to school, and came home to her mom and dad. Amelia was the stereotypical American blonde hair, blue eyed ten-year-old. She was part of an elementary cheerleading squad and lived in the "perfect" suburbs. Nothing could've prepared her for what would happen on this night. Nothing could've prepared her to see her parents' bodies ripped to pieces and lying in their own blood as she stared at the man she assumed was the devil himself.
Now here she was, standing in the kitchen with her back against the counter, trapped by this demon. At that moment, time froze. She wanted to fight back, but didn't know how. Digging quickly through the deep corners of her mind, she remembered that a girl in school once shared that salt and fire was something bad for demons. Amelia then quickly grabbed the glass salt shaker and threw it in his face with all of her strength. The glass ended up shattering causing the salt to escape and burn the demon's face.
"Aaaah!" he yelled. His hands instantly went to his face as if he could calm down the burning. Amelia took this as a chance to run out of the house.
She ran faster than she has ever ran before and grabbed her dad's car keys to the Impala, matches, and extra gasoline in a bright red container. Amelia was dousing the house with fuel as she ran to the car. Before she got inside, she lit a match and threw it onto the grass near the beginning of the fuel trail. The little space would give her just the right amount of time to get the car started and get out of there. Thankfully, her dad let her drive around the block with him a few times so she knew what to do.
Amelia drove out of there scared. Staying to what was familiar, she didn't go too far and headed for another street. She looked at her rearview mirrors like her dad told her and winced at what she saw. The house was ablaze. Flames poured out from every window of the two story house and began to devour it as if it was nothing. Staring at her, right through the kitchen window, was the demon. Red eyes pierced through her soul.
She drove to the next street to be at her friend Alice's house. Amelia was glad that her little self could manage to actually drive that far without help. Frantically she knocked on Alice's door.
"Alice! It's me, Amelia. Please let me in!" She said with her voice plagued by panic. Alice then opened the door and let her in. After that, Amelia tried to explain all that happened, but of course, the story seemed more of a tall tale than a real story. Alice did not believe her. She didn't believe that demons existed in their "perfect" little suburbs.
Amelia was going through a wave of emotions. Frustration, fear, revenge, anger… she had them all. All were competing to be the top emotion. She then heard a firetruck pass by with sirens blaring at top volume. Those sirens sparked something in her. It decided the winner of the emotions contest. One emotion finally pushed through on this one.
Revenge.
Her eyes became only focused on the demon with the crimson eyes. Her goals quickly changed from being a star cheerleader, to defeating this demon. All she saw was red. She would stop at nothing to reach her goal.
Amelia was vengeful and that demon had hell to pay.