Trina dreamt that night. She awake in the darkness of her own mind. Hello? She called. No answer. She took a step. Then another. Hello? Still no answer. She felt a fearful presence in the dark; she knew something was there... why was there no answer? I know you're there! She screamed. She felt herself tremble. Show yourself! No answer. She looked on into the dark, frightened. Her shaking increased. Behind you… she froze. There was indeed someone behind her. Someone evil. Who... who are you? She wouldn't turn around, afraid of what she would see.

Relax… the voice said. She could feel cold air from the breath of this person on her back. She shivered. I am your friend. Trina clenched her fists. You fucking liar! She turned around to swing a punch at the one behind her. But her fist went through nothing more than air. No one was standing there. She felt her heart pound. Show yourself you coward! The voice laughed. Me? A coward? I am not the one who shakes. Trina tried to still her body, but it would not stop its trembling. She could not undo this fear she felt.

What do you want with me? She asked. She felt ashamed how she could not keep her own terror out of her voice. Relax… I only want to help. The voice slithered like a serpent about to strike. Help? I don't need help! Leave me alone! She screamed once more. LEAVE ME ALONE! The voice was suddenly behind her again as it spoke its next words. I'm afraid not. I wouldn't, even if I could. Laughter. Sick twisted laughter. She had heard it before, from her own sister… when they fell…Trina remained still as the demon continued to speak.

You don't remember do you? Why did you fall? Why were you naked in a river? Why don't you know these simple terms everyday people know? And most importantly… Your horns. Trina's hands instinctively went to her horns on her head. They were still there. What were they? And why did she have them? You see…? There is so much you don't know. The voice then whispered. But I know. A chuckle. Well get on with it then! Trina snapped. She tried to make her voice sound like she had authority, like Tohru's voice did. She failed. Impatient are we? It laughed. Very well then. I will tell you about your horns. Since you're so curious. Trina waited in silence for a few moments that felt like eternity. Then the evil voice came back.

You are not human. Trina stiffened. The words seemed so familiar, but she didn't know why. She didn't like it at all. What are you talking about? She said, angered. Of course I'm human! The voice laughed it's cruel, insane laughter once more. No you aren't. You're a monster. A killer. It couldn't be… That's not true! You're crazy; you don't know what you're saying! I never killed anyone! The voice laughed once again, even louder. Oh…? Then explain this.

She felt a hand press into the back of her head. There was silence and serene darkness… then horrid chaos. Images flashed in front of her eyes, horrible images. She closed her eyes tight, wanting them to disappear, but they only became clearer. The bodies of dead men, the blood that splattered the dark halls, her crying sister begging them to stop. No! She thrust her fist at the wretched demon, wanting with all her being for everything to stop. And it did. But she hadn't punched the demon. She felt pain in her fist and a warm liquid following over her hand. She opened her eyes and looked on in horror. The demon was no longer there. But a mirror. A long mirror. She had punched it, breaking the glass. Her hand now bled, but she did not pull her fist back. Instead she stared at the image of herself, reflected in the mirror.

The cracks of the mirror created tears in the image, but she could still see. Her hair was a light pink that trailed to her shoulder. Her matching eyes stared back her in shock. Her naked pale skin seemed to shine under a light that was not there. And on her head… were the horns. The ugly, demonic horns. She stared in absolute horror, the mirror reflecting the same expression.

She heard the voice begin to laugh its twisted laughter again. You see? You are a monster. You even look like one! Trina fell to her knees, staring at the image. It can't be... it just can't be true. She felt a tear roll down her cheek. She saw the image tear as well, staring in utter disgust at what she was. At what they were. But it is. Said the demon. Trina closed her eyes. Prove it. The voice knew what she meant.

Silence. Then a reply. Very well... open your eyes. Trina did so, and met eyes with the image in the mirror once again. And she was speechless.

The image now showed her, covered in blood, on her feet with her eyes wide. They stared back at Trina, crazed and monstrous. Four clear arms stretched from the back of the demon in the mirror. And they were also covered in blood. Bodies lay beside her. Piles of bodies, people with fear in their eyes that stayed after they were killed. The blood of the innocent flowed like a river beneath her feet. The demon looked at Trina and for a moment just stared at her. Then it smiled and spoke. You're a monster.

Trina screamed.