Demon Legacy

Demon Girl opened her eyes, blinking against the warm glow of sunlight streaming through the window. Her body ached, and her mind felt like a swirling fog of memories she couldn't quite grasp. She turned her head weakly and saw three figures—a woman, a man, and a young boy—standing near her. Their faces were filled with a mix of concern and curiosity.

"What... happened?" Demon Girl asked, her voice hoarse. "Who are you?"

The woman stepped forward, her expression soft but firm. "My name is Sophie," she said. "And I'm your new mother. This is your new father, Hen, and your little brother, Pumeo."

Demon Girl blinked in confusion. "My... mother?" She sat up slowly, her head pounding. "Who am I?"

Sophie frowned. "You don't know your own name?"

Demon Girl winced as a sharp pain shot through her head. Fragments of memories swirled like shadows, fleeting and ungraspable. "I... I think my name is Demon Girl," she finally said.

Sophie's face twisted into a mixture of disbelief and disapproval. "Who would name a child 'Demon'? Demons are evil, wicked creatures," she said, her voice laced with disdain.

Demon Girl felt an unfamiliar anger rise within her, but she didn't know why. "I don't think it's a bad name," she muttered defensively.

Sophie shook her head. "We'll give you a new name. One that suits you better."

"I don't want a new name," Demon Girl protested, her voice sharper now.

Ignoring her, Sophie continued, "Your new name is Mia."

The young boy, Pumeo, stepped closer, studying her with wide, cautious eyes. "Why are her eyes red?" he asked, his voice tinged with fear.

Sophie waved a dismissive hand. "It's probably nothing," she said. "Stop making a fuss."

But Pumeo couldn't shake the unease that settled over him. Over the years, his suspicion only grew, especially as Mia's strength and abilities began to emerge. He tried warning his parents, but they refused to listen, brushing off his fears as childish imagination. By the time Mia reached fifteen years old, Pumeo finally confronted her.

"I know your true self," he said one day, his voice trembling but resolute. "You're a demon."

Mia—Demon Girl—stared at him with a mixture of annoyance and pity. "You're still on that?" she asked, crossing her arms. "Grow up, Pumeo."

Meanwhile, in the fiery depths of hell, the Demon Queen paced furiously in her throne room. "It's been five years," she said, her voice heavy with despair. "She's dead."

"No," Scarlett interjected firmly, her fists clenched at her sides. "I can feel her demonic energy. She's alive."

The Demon Queen shot her a sharp look. "I spent my entire army searching for her!" she snapped. "And all they found was death."

Scarlett's eyes flared with anger, her voice rising. "That army was his," she spat, referring to the Demon King. "The demons only wanted her back because they knew what she could become!"

"Do not talk to your mother—no, your queen—like that!" the Demon Queen roared. "If you believe she's alive, find your own army. Make them search for a 'dead demon.'"

Scarlett's fury boiled over. Her back began to glow, dark inscriptions of power forming as her energy surged. She reached into the depths of her connection to her sister, calling out a name. "Li," she said, her voice commanding. "Open the doors."

From the shadows, a figure emerged—a small, unassuming presence, but her aura rippled with latent power. "Okay," Li said quietly, raising her hands. A portal of swirling light and shadow materialized, its edges crackling with energy.

Scarlett stepped through without hesitation, her mind set on one thing: finding her sister, no matter the cost. On the other side lay the Time Realm, where endless possibilities and dangers awaited.