I lift my deep dark claw-like left hand in front of me. Immediately after I point towards the only standing pillar in the center of the darkened room, in a blink of an eye, the pillar is surrounded by my dark magic and then it tumbles down as if I had slammed it down with my bare hands. The dark magic disappears as fast as it appeared on command just moments ago.
I feel so much emotion flowing through me. I did not even have to think or feel to cause that pillar to move. I just move my hand and things happen before I even think about them. Is this the kind of power my mother has been feeling the entire time? Was this kind of power always waiting inside of me?
I look around the room as my vision becomes clearer. I slowly become more used to the red-like coating everything has changed to. The reds are difficult to see but the more I look at things, I become better at distinguishing between dark red, shadow red and just plain red. I rummage through the debris and wander around, getting accustomed to my newly received abilities. I feel so much emotion flowing through me with ease.
This must be what it feels like to finally have complete control over your emotions. Everything becomes second nature. You just think to do something instead of blocking everything out and forcing yourself to focus as much as you can to complete one task. I do not think I will ever have to worry about losing control ever again. I can feel my mother with me, guiding me. Her strength and wisdom empowers me, allowing me this much emotion and control to flow through me.
My thoughts are broken when I hear a familiar voice from behind me across the room.
"Star—?"
I spin around to find what used to be the love of my life huddled in the corner. He is trapped inside the locked up room made of metal bars similar to a jail cell.
It is strange to think about my memories. I remember them but I also don't. It is like my emotions were wiped and not the memories themselves. I know who this mortal is, but he is now nothing to me.
Useless.
The only use of him now is the strength and power of the emotions he still relies on. All I see of him now is the friend of the demon child.
My emotions now belong to the demon lord. His power will soon be absorbed into this vessel soon enough, that is his only purpose to me now.
"Star? She is no more, mortal. I am the demon lord now. You should refer to me as such if you know what is good for you,"
As I keep my cold stare his way, he does not blink or turn away. He seems too terrified to move while my gaze is locked on him. I look him over a time or two, then grunt with disgust and turn away.
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