My Demon Sister

Part 1: Prologue

The memorial was intimately small. Very few who were invited actually showed up, but how could they? What could they say? The sorrow that Michael and Sandy felt was unimaginable, and any consolation offered would only fall on deaf ears, worn used to the repitions of "I'm sorry"s and "If there's anything I can do"s.

Their loss was horrific. A freak accident. Something no parent should ever go through: the death of their child.

The autopsy determined accident, although at first glance it looked like an apparent suicide or murder. But no normal, happy-go-lucky eight year old would take their own life. Especially one with such a perfect family and life like Anna.

Everyone who went sat in shocked silence as the preacher droned on about God's will and the joys Anna was blessed with in heaven. Multiple times throughout the ceremony Sandy ran to the closed little wooden coffin and flung herself onto it sobbing in hysterics. She couldn't accept that her first born had been ripped from her all too soon. As the funeral progressed, most who had been invited left, as they couldnt handle the pain of watching a funeral for such a young child.

And after everyone cleared to leave, a lone man, dressed in a sharp black suit with a red tie approached the closed coffin. His beautiful lips, that lay expressionless on his porcelain skin, twisted into a wicked smile that didn't reach his eyes. He extended a manicured hand towards the wood and laid it gently, as if the coffin was fragile. His eyes rolled back into his head as he mumbled, "As the evil inside you sleeps, you must grow stronger until you will walk the Earth oncemore. Gain strength and power to create torment to the ones who have wronged you." He traced the wood's grain as a droplet of blood hit the flawless coffin. He wiped the blood from his nose and sketched an incantation into the tarnished wood.

"See you in Hell, young one," the suave man whispered in a velvety voice. He then turned heel exited out the door.