The Devil's Daughter

This was going to be fun...

Hello, readers, I had to decide on names as no one read the introduction. I changed my mind on the names, you'll find out soon enough...

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Carmen's P.O.V

I strolled along the empty road, wandering aimlessly across the paved ground, listening to the light wind which blew the trees. I was waiting for him, my father. He had a task for me which involved our dress-down day at school. Suddenly, the wind stopped and a figure appeared surrounded in smoke.

"Ah, my dear Carmen..." his husky voice said, sounding gravely and rough.

"Trust you to make an entrance." I hissed sarcastically.

"Watch your words, young lady." He snapped.

I smirked, "What is it, father?"

"Here, wear this clothing on the dress-down day, I will be watching."

He handed me a black box, with a red rim and a key shaped hole on one side. I stuck my hand out and raised an eyebrow.

"Key?" He handed a brass key over and whispered some sort of enchantment. The key burst into flames as he grinned. I was not hurt but I scowled. I stuck the key in the lock and turned. Within the box there was a pair of knee high socks, in black with anti-jesus crosses in red. There was also ripped red shorts, with black chains on one half which also had anti-crosses. A single Black top was placed underneath, with red anti-crosses covering the entire thing. Bracelets of red and black littered the edges of the box, once again anti-crosses. A large necklace was in the lid of the box. It had a black chain and red and black anti-crosses running the whole thing.

"Father, Really?" I said, a grimace on my face, "Mary will freak..." I said, smirking a bit.

"Indeed. And my task is to see if you can deal with that. She will be enraged. She will leave you, be suspicious. Tread carefully and I will pass more of my powers onto you. You must talk for the first time at school. Have I made myself clear?" He ordered.

"Yes, dad." He cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow.

"I apologise, Father." I hissed sarcastically, putting the emphasis on 'father.'

"You may leave." He said and disappeared. The wind started again and I walked back to my human 'parents.' I walked upstairs, ignoring their questioning. It was late so I crawled into bed and dreamt of the day to follow...

Mary's P.O.V

I woke up feeling well-rested but, tense. I didn't know why but I was. I looked at the cross hung on my wall. It must have slipped because it was upside-down I went to touch it to fix it and felt a fiery pain in my hand, I screamed in pain and looked at my hand. There was a red scorch mark across it. My mother came running through.

"Are you okay, Mary? I heard you scream!" She panicked.

"Yes, fine, I got a fright and hit my hand was all." I glanced at the cross. It was normal again...? I frowned.

"Okay then, dear, breakfast is nearly ready." She said, unsure.

"Down in a second then, mum."

"Pardon?"

"Sorry, mother."

"Better." She said and stepped out the room, closed the door and walked downstairs. I grabbed my hair brush and brushed my hair back into a high ponytail. I plucked up a pair of white shorts, reasonable length and slipped them on. I then proceeded to put on a pink and white flowery top, and my silver, white and pink jesus cross necklace. I put on a pair of pink flats and rushed downstairs, where my toast was waiting. I ate quickly and slurped down some orange juice. I went back upstairs and applied some lip gloss and grabbed my over-the-shoulder pale pink school bag. I left my room and then the house, jumping into the car and starting my ride to school.

Carmen's P.O.V

I was nearly ready. I added my black Doc Martens with red laces to finish the outfit. I had naturally pale skin so I applied thick black eye-liner and made a slightly smoky affect with eye-shadow. I put on bright red lipstick and straightened my black hair and fringe to perfection. I was ready. I left the house behind me, whilst grabbing my plain black over-the-shoulder bag. I started the ten minute walk to school with eyes on me. I arrived after talking with the school's Satan-Worshippers, who had none as impressive outfits as mine. Their jaws dropped as they realised I had spoked. I saw Mary and grimaced at her outfit. Pink makes me feel sick.

"Hey, Ca-" She froze when she saw me."What are you... Wearing?" She scowled deeply, the line on her forehead growing. I shrugged, deciding now wasn't the time to speak.

"No." She said, a pure look of anger and hatred sweeping across her face. She slapped me.

"Ho-How dare you?!" She screamed.

"Oh, this? The anti-crosses? The Satanic-Crosses?" I said, smirking, putting the emphasis on Satanic. Everyone looked gob-smacked.

"Yes, I spoke, quit staring, sheesh." I joked. I then looked at Mary. Her fury was soon to burst.

"Y-You..." That was all she said, then she glared at me, and stomped away. I laughed.

"Your loss! Personally I think I look fab!" I shouted, laughing even more. The looks were disturbing me so I broke out with;

"Something wrong, fellow students?" A shaking of heads followed, and they all kept moving. The bell rung, loud and clear, and I headed to my first class; R.E with Mary. I smirked. This was going to be fun...