A Demon Lord? Or Human?

A: Hello I am the one who wrote this fanfiction and I hold you enjoy it *smiles* no I don't own everyone. Demon Dairies is the book I did this fanfiction based on. No I do not own Demon Dairies! Please enjoy.

"Christal…? Kassandra? Where are you?" Kassandra's father called.

"Yes?"

Kassandra ran to him, and stopped right in front of him.

Her father smiled and turned Kassandra around. A European woman was standing there.

"This is Alea, your new mother."

Kassandra tried so hard to smile, and accomplished it.

"Nice to meet you Alea," Kassandra said, keeping her smile.

"Nice to meet you Kass." Kassandra frowned.

"Its Kassandra," she said in a flat tone.

Alea tried harder to keep the smile she had.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"It's Okay, right Kassandra?" father said.

Kassandra nodded.

"Where is Christal?" father asked.

"She's at her piano concert," Kassandra answered.

"Oh… well, we'll go see her then."

"Okay," Kassandra and Alea said.

"Christal? Your next," my teacher told me.

"Okay," I took a big breath.

I'm doing something for mom! You can do this Christal! You can do anything for her! I thought. I walked out on stage. There were 4 males and 1 female.

The judges! I screamed mentally. Breathe Christal, breathe. It felt like forever, but I finally sat at the piano.

"I am going to play heart and soul,"

I took another breath and started playing. It is a simple harmony, but I put it in a way that was different, in a good way. I felt mom was here again, playing with me. Tears of joy came to my eyes. I wanted to sing, but I knew it was against the rules, so I didn't. I finished and I heard clapping, which meant my father was here. I looked and sure enough, there he was, with my sister and some woman.

I got up, bowed, and left the stage.

What is dad doing here? I thought frantically as I walked down the stairs. That song was for mom, not for him! I went into a spare room and started screaming to myself.

"What is he doing here? He knows its moms birthday!"

"Christal?"

I heard my sister's soft voice.

"Yes Kass?" I asked.

I always had a weak spot for Kassandra and music, without them I would be lost.

"I'm sorry we're here," she said.

"I'm not mad at you," I replied, smiling, and turned around to look at her.

"I'm glad you're here."

"But not father," she said.

I looked down and nodded.

"Christal, we have to go," Kassandra said in a low voice.

"Okay." I smiled and grabbed her hand.

She led us to father and the strange woman.

"Hello," I said, bowing politely.

"Hi," the woman replied.

"This is Alea, your new mother," father said.

I suddenly felt cold.

It felt like mom was killed all over again. I couldn't breathe, or speak. Without realizing it, I let tears slide down my cheeks.

"Christal?" Our father asked.

Think Christal! Think! They can't know why you're crying! Nobody's seen any emotion from me since mom died years ago! Oh! Be happy- crying for them!

"I'm sorry, I'm just so happy that you found someone, father," I lied, wiping the tears away.

Come on, take the lie!

"Thank you so much Christal!" father said, grinning.

I felt so sick to my stomach that it was becoming hard to smile.

"I am so happy to meet you. You play beautifully."

Smile!

"Thank you."

"Let's go home," father said, putting his arm around Alea.

On the way home the carriage was silent. Alea was sitting on father and Kassandra sat next to them. I sat by myself on the other side. What in the world is Alea doing? Is she trying to get fathers money? Why does father now want to have a new wife? Okay, calm down and stay put. Don't put your hands around her neck and- no! Stop Christal! Breathe! Just take a big breath, and let it out slowly. I did so as slowly as I could about 10 times.

"So what do you think, Chris?" I heard my father say.

"Huh?" I asked, looking up at him.

"I said Alea and I were thinking about sending you to your uncles for the summer. What do you think?" What?

"For the summer? Where does he live?"

At that question, father's smile slipped a little.

"Yes, for the summer, and I guess you'll find out, wont you?" Alea said nicely, although her face said you're going whether you like it or not!

"I'll go if Alea is going," I said.

"Then it's decided, you and your sister will go tomorrow," Alea said, with a smile.

"But-" Kassandra started, but then decided to remain quiet.

"Alea, we-" father began to object.

"Sweetie, I want our honeymoon to start tomorrow!" Alea cut in.

With that, she grabbed his head and kissed him, pulling back after ten seconds.

"Don't you?"

"Yes," father replied, appearing to be in a daze.

"I got the tickets and everything, so when we get home pack your things," Alea said to my sister and me.

What is she planning? I wondered.

Once we got home, Kassandra and I went to our rooms and packed our belongings. We both knew something was wrong, but we had no way of stopping it. When I finished I went straight to Kassandra's room, and found her sitting on her bed crying. Kassandra! I wanted to scream, but I didn't, and instead hugged her while she cried.

"Everything will be fine, we'll live through whatever she has planned and well have each other," I said soothingly, stroking her hair.

"Christal, why do you have to be so strong? Why can't you just cry like – like you did today?" At this, I sighed.

"Because I don't like to show my weakness," I replied, pausing.

"Weakness?" she asked, and I sighed again.

"Mom told me when she was dying not to show weakness or they'll take over."

"Who will?" Kassandra asked making me remain silent, as I pondered whom.

"Christal?"

"I don't know. I didn't ask questions, I just listened to her."

"Why did mom have to die on your 16th birthday?"

That question felt like a knife going through me.

"Lucky, I guess," I replied, trying to sound like I was kidding.

Kassandra shook her head, and said, "I really miss her."

Stab! Another knife wound to the chest.

"I know, but we have to move on, or we'll never get anywhere. We have to believe she's in a better place now."

The room was silent after that.

"Christal? Kassandra?" Alea called.

"We're in here!" I yelled, and she entered the room.

"Come with me," she said in her usual sweet tone.

"Why?" I asked.

"I want to show you girls something," she explained, feigning patience.

"What is it?" Kassandra asked, sounding hopeful.

"A surprise."

"Oh goody!" Kassandra said, smiling.

Alea turned and walked out as we followed her.

I don't like this. But Kassandra wants to go, so I will too. We went outside, then inside a shed behind the house.

"Oh wow, I've never been in here before!" Kassandra said excitedly.

I noticed there was a big design on the floor.

"Oh wow, what a pretty drawing," Kassandra chimed, kneeling to the floor to enjoy it.

I have a bad feeling about this! And why are we carrying our luggage?

"Why thank you, now you two girls stand on it," Alea requested, picking up and Kassandra and gently placing her on the design.

"Okay!" Kassandra said cheerfully.

Kassandra! Can't you tell something's wrong?

"You too, Christal," Alea commanded softly.

I nodded, although not by a long shot trusting her. Nonetheless, I went and stood beside Kassandra.

What was she doing?

"I summon you to thy demon lord!" Alea barked so quickly and so forcefully that we couldn't process what she said at first, let alone react.

The floor began glowing, and when we looked up we were somewhere else, and there was a tall dark-haired guy and a blond young man.

"Where are we?" Kassandra asked me.

"I don't know," I replied, still looking at the men uncertainly.

Kassandra let go of her luggage and walked up to the blond boy.

"Where are we? Who are you?" I dropped all of my things and quickly ran to Kassandra, grabbing her and pulling her back into the design.

"Kassandra, what are you thinking? You don't know if these guys are bad people! Come on, be smarter than that!" I scolded.

"Umm…" the blond boy started, but I interrupted.

"Shut it! I'm talking to my sister, who is an idiot thinking she can do anything she wants without getting hurt!" I said sharply, and turned to Kassandra.

"You need to be smarter than that Kassandra, and you-"

"Stop! I'm not a baby anymore! I'm almost 15 years old! You're not my mom!"

Those words stabbed me like another knife.

"I know that, but-"

"So stop! I don't need you anymore!"

Stab! I was getting very close to crying, so I looked at the ground, and then shut my eyes.

"Fine! If you don't need me any more, I'll leave!" All I could think about was to get out of there, and when I opened my eyes, I was in my room.