Raphael had suddenly disappeared, Derek wasn't their real father, Leah is acting strange, more lies are thrown at them and to make things worse, the Dark Lord is ready to wreak havoc.
But once things slowly begin to go back to normal, a darkness lo...
After her test incident, Leah found herself out on the hockey court 2 hours later for practice.
Everything seemed normal so far into the game when all of a sudden, the girls on the opposing team had turned into monsters before her eyes. Her entire body stiffened as she shut her eyes, letting her hockey stick fall to the ground as she clutched her head.
'It's not real.' She began to chant to herself, over and over, in her head. 'It's not real.'
"Leah?" A hand placed itself on her shoulder and that's when she made her move.
The young witch grabbed hold of her hockey stick and swung it against the person who placed their hand on her shoulder. The hockey stick had collided with a body, causing a piercing screech of a whistle to sound throughout the court.
Leah came back from her hallucination, blinking rapidly only to be met with the sight of a girl lying on the ground, holding her bleeding mouth.
She stared at the sight with shock, stepping back slowly as she shook her head.
What was happening with her?
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"Trouble?" Lucifer smirked as he watched Derek page through every spellbook he had in front him him.
Derek glared at him coldly with a clenched jaw. "I highly suggest keeping quiet." He said unamused.
"Or what?" The Dark Lord taunted. "You going to trap me again?"
The warlock looked at him with a small smirk. "That would be an idea, wouldn't it?" He asked, sarcasm clearly laced in his voice.
The sound of the door closing caused both males to shift their gazes to find Leah shrugging off her jacket. "I got detention." She announced.
"What?" Derek questioned. "What for?"
"I hit a girl in the face with my hockey stick." She replied as she walked past them.
"Now, wait a minute." The warlock said, getting to his feet as he followed her. "Hold on."
"Don't worry, Dad." Leah paused in step and turned around to face him. "I didn't use magic to make it disappear."
"I'm still on the hitting with a hockey stick part." He said. "You hit a girl?"
"By accident." She replied. "What do you want from me?"
Derek held his hands up in surrender at the sudden harsh tone to his daughter's voice. "Nothing, Leah. Calm down. "I'm just concerned."
"Concerned?" She questioned.
"Yes." He answered. "Am I not allowed to be concerned about my daughter?"
"Your daughter literally crawled out of a hole that came from hell and my only form of communication was with an angel. I feel like I am losing my mind." She said and continued to make her way up towards her bedroom.
"Will you let me help you?" Derek asked as he followed behind her.
"With what?" She questioned, turning around in th doorway of her room to face her father. "What are you going to do?"
"If you'll allow me, I can try and wipe those memories from you." He replied.
"Ugh!" She exclaimed, slamming the door in his face. "Perhaps you can stop with the witchcraft and actually be my Dad!"
Silence ensued as she leaned against her door before she heard the soft sigh from her father.
"I'm sorry, mija." She heard him say before he walked off.
Leah closed her eyes as she let out a shakey breath, sliding herself to the floor against her door where she pulled her knees up to her chest and buried her face into her arms.
