The Hamilteam

You get possessed,you get possessed, everybody gets possessed!

There we were, all silent, standing in the middle of the living room with a shattered glass on the floor, when suddenly, I vanished.

When I opened my eyes, I was in front of Harry, who was sitting on the ground, leaning over something- or someone.

Where were we? I looked around. All I saw were a bunch of strange red swirls. Like a galaxy, but red.

"Anjali!" He yelled. "What are you doing here? Where are the others?"

"The others are back at the mansion... I just appeared here. Wha- what..."

"Oh." His face turned grave. As he looked over who he was caring for moments before. "Chloe is ok, but weak."

I let out a huge exhale of relief. Suddenly, I hunched over, my eyes clamped shut, not registering what was going on, who I was, what was happening, what anything was-

There it was again. The need for revenge. For vengeance. It was stronger than ever.

"Anj- Anji your eyes are black!" Harry looked mortified.

"There is no Anji. Only Lucifer. Now hush."

"Lucifer." Harry snarled. "How?"

"Well, when dear old Gabey Wabey attempted to take the me part out of Anjali's soul, he took out the Anjali part. I had to wait for the right moment to strike, but here I am!"

"What do you want?" Harry walked over to Chloe and protectively put his hand on her head as she stirred awake.

"Simple. Revenge on Hades. Perhaps I should kill your while I'm at it?"

His hands are raised and aimed at the couple, but nothing happens.

"You see... this is a pocket dimension. Mine, to be exact. I made it, so you can't do anything here unless I give the all clear."

"Ugh. You pesky humans and your loopholes."

"Perhaps I'll let you go freely if you help us. See, we want Hades gone, too."

"Mmm.." Chloe murmured.

"Wake the girl."

"'The girl' is my girlfriend, watch your mouth."

Later, we had created a plan.

"Take this knife, and stab it in Hades back. It'll get rid of his wings and hopefully destroy him." Chloe informed.

"Lucifer, I give you permission to go back to the mansion. We'll follow. Stick to the plan, and no funny business."

A whoosh, and we were going back.