Reincarnated as the Demon King's Daughter

Chapter 9

The first thing I saw after I woke up was father, he was injured and bleeding.

"Had a sweet dream? You finally awake?"

It was Lancelot, but he had white hair with a faint yellow and the same golden eyes. 

"LET GO OF HER! YOU DAMN ANGEL!" Father furiously yelled

It was the first time I saw that kind of emotion on him. I didn't know whether to be happy or sad. 

"Kill yourself, or I kill you, or see your daughter die by my hands. Pick one."

I trembled, those words that were said with a ruthless, cold glare. I knew he didn't care about my life right now. Yes, it was the exact same glare I got from Lorela. 

Lancelot then shot magic at father. It was light, no holy magic. I didn't know why, but I could tell. I saw blood, blood everywhere. I didn't want the only person I cared about, and the only person that acknowledged my existence to die. I screamed in pain and agony.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Mists of darkness appeared and surrounded me. Lancelot let go of me in an instant, he had been injured by the mist. I was glad, I wanted too see more blood, to take revenge. Yes, to repay all those people that had mistreated me! My eyes turned blood-red, and my hair started to be dyed in jet-black. 

"What is this?!" 

Father was holding onto his deeply-injured arm and turned away, as if not wanting to see my appearance right now.

I had injured Lancelot as badly as he did to father, I was satisfied.

"Sol, stop."

My powers started to fade away, and my hair and eyes started to fade back. He tried to walk towards me, but I was knocked out.

In Heaven:

"Lord Uriel, welcome back."

"Take me to the dungeon."

"Which one?"

Uriel expressionlessly said "that one."

"T-t-the one for the most evil and impure criminals?"

"Where else?"