De Vil-Radcliffe

Chapter 18- Nice Girl

"Yeah, I'm not waiting. Screw it."

I started up my bike and headed for the coast. I dropped the potion onto the bike that let me go through the barrier with ease. Mal gave it to me in case I wanted to go rogue. I parked my bike in an alleyway and looked up at the apartment complex.

"She's your mother, Soph. You shouldn't be afraid of her," I reminded myself as I walked into the building.

I walked up a few flights of stairs and knocked on the door. It was painted red with Mom's figure on it, reading "Long Live Evil".

"Come in," a woman said raspily.

I opened the door, walking cautiously over to the woman in the rocking chair known as my mother. Her red hair was almost gone, replaced with gray and silver. Her purplish-skin was wrinkled, and she was wearing a red nightgown and purple slippers.

"Mom?" I said, sitting in front of her on a footstool.

"Who are you?" she asked sternly.

"My name is Sophia. I'm your daughter," I explained gently.

"Such a nice girl," Mom spat.

"Hey, look, um, there is something going on with me. My eyes are glowing red. I hear whispers. In fact, I can hear them right now, and I don't know what's happening," I explained.

"That's all your father, Sophia. I am just a poor old woman, waiting for your father and Hades to decide when the time is right," Mom sighed.

"Thanks, Mom." I nodded, getting up and walking away.

"Spitting image of me, by the way," Mom said as I was about to leave.

I smiled. "I know."

I headed over to Dad's cave next. Maybe I will get some answers there. The whispers started again, and I looked around, even behind me, for the source.

"Dad?" I called out like before.

"Welcome back, Sophia. I see you have questions." Dad smiled.

"What's happening to me, Dad? You did something to me, and now, I don't even know where the voices are coming from. My eyes are red-"

"They're red right now."

"And I hear voices-"

"Those are the voices of the deceased."

"What?" I stopped, surprised.

"You can hear the voices of the deceased. Your minions. Your followers," Dad explained.

"Why didn't you tell me this before?" I asked in disbelief.

"Because I was waiting for you to figure it out." Dad shrugged.

"Great," I sighed. I looked at him for a moment. "Do I really look like Mom?"

"Of course. With a bit of me." Dad nodded, his face cold and emotionless.

"I'll see you later," I said awkwardly.

"Wait," Dad said, making me stop immediately. He placed his hands on the sides of my face. "That should help with the abilities."