It's Called Revenge

Demons

Cindy's Point of View

I stared up at the ceiling, paralyzed.

How did I even get here? Did I fall asleep? The last thing I could remember was looking into warm brown eyes.

A loud ringing resounded in my ears, which quickly turned into the voices of my parents, Derrick, and Pierce.

"-id she get like this? What did you do to her?" Pierce's angry voice cut into my thoughts.

"I told you," Derrick snapped, "I don't know what went wrong. It was supposed to calm her. Not paralyze her."

"What is 'it'?" Mom's soft voice asked.

Derrick sighed.

"It was a spell. But something went wrong and the Goddess inside of her pulled something out of me. And it sent her into this mode."

"What was it?" Dad asked worriedly.

It was silent for a few minutes.

"A demon," Derrick said lowly.

"You put a demon," Pierce cried angrily, "Into MY mate?!"

I heard a loud crash and then a door slamming.

"It wasn't supposed to happen," Derrick said hurriedly, "But she is pregnant. She hosts a Goddess. And she has a wolf with anger problems. Those three things can add up to a very powerful person."

"How long will she be like this?" Pierce asked, his voice cracking towards the end.

"Until you can get the demon out of her," I felt Mom's hands cup my face, "She will stay like this. She can hear, feel, and see everything, though. I used to host a witch demon. She used to be paralyzed by a demon. So I know what it's like."

"How do you get it out?" Pierce asked, his voice calming down.

"The black wolf tree," Mom said hesitantly, "It's the rarest tree on the planet. We need my father and he will find a way to get one. They have the most power any object can have. Used with the right spell, it can trap a demon. But only my father knows the spell and where to find the tree."

"Is there any way to get a response out of her?" This time it was Dad who asked.

"If I use my witches power, I could muster up a safe enough environment for her to wake up. But it would have to be when the demon were at rest and not lingering around the edges of her mind. Our time would be limited, though. Demons are too strong and powerful to control unless dealing with a God."

I didn't believe a word she was saying.

I could feel my body. I could feel my fingers and my toes, my arms and my legs. I could move.

But I was strapped to a table.

A loud ringing suddenly broke through my skull, causing me to cry out. It felt like someone were writing words on my brain. With a knife.

I felt cool hands cup my cheeks.

I take that back. I believed every word my mother was saying.