Demoness Daughter

The demoness is just as I saw her in my dream. Apart from her claws and her unusual hair colour, she looks normal enough, like a pretty but athletic girl of seventeen or so. Afterwards, when I have the time, I wonder about her armour. Covering her groin I could understand, but why protect her arms when the rest of her is naked?

Before I have a chance to react, she rugby tackles me to the floor and then pins me. There's no doubt about it now; she really is radiating heat, though not enough to be dangerous to me.

She barely brushes my cheek with the claws of her right hand, and I know that she could have caused me much greater harm if she chose. Nevertheless it's enough to leave scratches and to sting. "This is what you made me to do... Mother," she snarls. Though I am otherwise deaf, I have no trouble hearing her words (or her previous growling). I think she must have the ability to be heard directly in my mind, like Anorkin can do.

"I'm not your mother and I didn't make you do anything," I protest.

"You called me up out of the Void, whether you intended it or no," is all the answer that I get.

1. Then she gets off me, turns, and walks back into the disk, which a moment later dematerialises. Anorkin seems to come fully into view once more. "I must examine those scratches," he says. "Wounds from demons can have nasty effects."
2. Then the demoness adds: "Now that I have linked us by the ritual drawing of blood, I shall be your familiar as well as your child from now on."
3. My terror seems to ignite something within me, some power that I was previously unaware of. "Be gone!" I cry. To my surprise, the demoness seems to be propelled away from me. She is thrown back into the disk, which with a crack of thunder vanishes.
4. Then she slashes at me again with her claws. But this time she doesn't hold back.

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