The Witch, the Demon and the Ranger

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC

At first glance, Alia Lamia Daemin looks like an ordinary girl, but a closer look would reveal that she is far from anything anyone has ever encountered before. But while there is some happiness and joy to Alia's tale, there is also darkness and pain.

Alia was found in a magically sealed tomb when she was but three years of age. Even at her young age, she possessed great power because of her lineage and in the years that followed, she would become a dangerous foe to any who opposed her.

Our story begins on that fateful day when Alia was found by the demons that would raise her into the woman she would one day become.

Alia had been sleeping in a magical chamber. It was dark and quiet and cozy, but Alia's peaceful slumber was broken by bright light that woke her up. She blinked and rubbed her eyes. Having very little memory of her past, she was not sure what to expect, but she was not expecting the three demons before her.

Alia stepped back, afraid. "Who-who are you?"

"Don't be frightened, little one. My name is Diabolico. This is Vypra, Loki and Jinxer. We're your allies and guardians."

Alia still didn't move. "Why are you here? Where're my parents?"

"What do you remember about your past?" asked Loki.

"I remember my name, who my mother is and my father's face and name. My mother is a demon and my father's a warlock. Where're my parents?"

"Your parents are gone. Your father abandoned you by sealing you in this magic chamber," said Diabolico.

Tears glistened in Alia's dark eyes. "My parents left me? But why did they do that? Did my mother abandon me too?"

"Your father left you because he could not handle having a daughter like you, he was disgusted and afraid, but he was a fool. Your mother did not leave you willingly. She was destroyed long ago," said Vypra.

Alia's hands clenched into fists as she felt a wave of anger and grief for a moment before she relaxed and then she looked at the demons, revealing her young childlike innocence. "What will happen to me now?"

"We will take care of you, little princess, and one day, you will become one of our greatest warriors," said Diabolico. "All we ask is that you trust us, little one, and obey us when it's necessary."

"Yes, my lord Diabolico," said Alia.

She took Vypra's offered hand and they were transported to the Skull Cavern where little Impus lay, the only son of the late Queen Bansheera. In his infant form, he looked like a cross between a red Furby and a baby dragon. Alia had no idea what lay ahead of her, but she knew whatever headed her way, she'd face it bravely and without hesitation.

For two years, Alia was under the demons' tutelage, practicing witchcraft and her demonic powers as she was too young to study defensive fighting. She also learned the history of her heritage, manners, and much more. Alongside Vypra, she also took care of Impus in his mother's stead. As a full-blooded demon, he would take longer to grow than Alia.

Being a hybrid meant she grew up quicker in more ways that one and was stronger than others as well. Alia knew she was not as valuable as Impus because she was only half-demon, even though her powers made her more powerful than the others. She knew what her true purpose was, but she didn't care. She was also bitter and angry whenever someone brought up her past and nearly blasted the last demon to do this until Diabolico spoke with her.

"Your anger and hatred gives you strength you can use in battle, Alia, but you mustn't let it control you! If you act rashly, only on your emotions without any forethought, you will destroy yourself and those around you. I will teach you how to control yourself and then put your emotions to better use," he'd told her. "Do you understand me?"

"Yes, my lord," said Alia. "I'm sorry I angered you."

Alia gained better control over herself after that night. On her fifth birthday while she was studying her spell book, Diabolico came home with a five-year-old boy in his arms with a few minor burns and cuts and bruises on him.

"My lord, who is this?" asked Alia.

"This is our newest member. I saved from falling off a cliff while his father abandoned him to save his younger sister. Until his twentieth birthday, he is to stay here with us and undergo training to become one of our warriors," said Diabolico.

Vypra and Loki looked disbelieving and scornful.

"We are to train a mere human in our ways? But Diabolico, he's too young, too weak!" said Vypra.

"And he's a little human!" protested Loki. "Humans are our enemies! He'll never be one of us!"

"But appearances are not everything," reminded Jinxer. "Plus, it would be better for our princess if she were to have a companion of her own age to train with."

"Jinxer is right," said Diabolico. "Besides, the boy will be powerful and great. I have foreseen it. Alia!"

"Yes, my lord?" said Alia.

"When I call for you, you are to tend to the boy. He'll be under your care and he'll be trained alongside you. He'll be your companion."

Alia nodded. "Yes, my lord."

After an hour, Alia was called in and she brought in a tray of food, water and medical supplies. Diabolico was gone, and the boy was sitting on the bed, sniffling from tears. Alia placed the tray on the bed and then got up and sat beside him.

"Hello," she said.

He looked at her, slightly frightened.

"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you." She held out a handkerchief, which he took to wipe his face. "My name's Alia Lamia Daemin. What's your name?"

"Ryan Mitchell," he said. "Why are you here?"

"Diabolico asked me to tend to you. You're going to be trained alongside me when you're recovered enough. Hold still," said Alia.

Ryan obeyed her while she mended his wounds. "Alia, can I ask you something?"

"Of course you can," she said.

"Did my father really abandon me to save my sister like Diabolico said he did?"

Alia sighed. "Diabolico says he did, so he must've."

"Why? I thought my father loved me."

"I don't know why, Ryan. I know it's not much, but I know how you feel."

"You do?"

"Yes. My mother was destroyed when I was younger and my father abandoned me because he was disgusted and afraid. I don't even really remember my parents. But Diabolico and the others have taken care of me and haven't lied to me as far as I can tell, so they must be telling the truth."

"I'm sorry," said Ryan.

Alia smiled a little. "Thank you. So, are you really a human? I've never met one until now."

Ryan looked surprised. "You're not human? But you look one."

"I'm not human. I'm half-witch, half-demon. Diabolico and the other demons are my guardians. My mother…" she told him of her parentage and he looked both shocked and intrigued.

"Wow," he murmured. "Alia, is being here that bad? Will I like it?"

"It's not as nice as the human world from everything I've read, but in time, it'll be your home, just as it is mine."

And she was right. As time went by, Ryan soon forgot his human life and become immersed in his life with the demons and Alia. Alia and Ryan bonded quickly and they were rarely separated except at night when they slept. \Diabolico kept them together during meal times, training, and; everything else just so they could learn to work together properly when the time came for them to take their revenge.

They would confide in each other the things that they didn't dare tell the demons, knowing it might be mocked or scorned upon as "human weakness." Such events happened especially at night.

When Ryan and Alia were nine years old, Ryan awoke from being shaken in the middle of the night.

"Ry?" said a soft voice.

Ryan yawned, blinked open his eyes and saw Alia's tearstained face. "Lia? What's the matter?"

"I had a nightmare. I can't sleep. Could-could I stay with you?"

"Sure, come on up."

Alia pulled herself up onto Ryan's bed and then snuggled close to him.

"Do you want to talk about your nightmare?" he asked.

"No." She wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry I'm being so weak."

"Hey, hey, don't be sorry. Any pain you bear is mine too. So, what do you want to talk about?"

"Your mother?" she asked, looking hopeful.

"My mother?" repeated Ryan. "Why do you want to know about her?"

"I only remember my mother's face and name. You have more than that and I'm curious. Tell me, please?"

Ryan sighed. He couldn't resist Alia. "I don't remember much, but she was very beautiful. She was also kind, stubborn and brave. She always made us feel safe when we were scared."

"I wish I could've met her. I've never really known what it's like to feel safe before," said Alia, softly. "Ryan, if we'd met in the human world and she was still alive, do you think she would've liked us or our friendship?"

"Are you nuts? Of course she would've," said Ryan. He took Alia's hand. "Alia, you don't need to be scared anymore. I'll protect you and keep you safe, I promise." Then he noticed she was being quiet. "Alia, are you still awake?"

But Alia had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

Ryan smiled a little as he pulled the covers up closer and then joined her in slumber.