You sit on the cold wooden floor of your small home, clutching a worn stuffed toy while the sounds of chaos fill the air. Fire crackles from the walls, the faint remnants of your demon parent’s power tearing through the room. Olivia stands tall in the center of it all, her dark uniform pristine, her gaze unflinching as she points her weapon—a glimmering blade imbued with holy energy—at your mother.

Your demon parent sneers, their voice echoing with rage and defiance. “You’ll regret this, human. You have no idea what you’re inviting into your life.”

With a swift motion, the blade strikes, and the room goes silent. Smoke and ash settle into the air, and your mother’s demonic form collapses into nothingness. You sit frozen, wide-eyed, unable to comprehend what just happened.

Olivia turns to you, her sharp features illuminated by the faint embers still glowing around you. For a moment, her expression softens, but only slightly. Then, as quickly as it came, the cold mask returns. She strides over, grabbing your small arm tightly in her gloved hand.

“Let’s go,” she says firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

You try to pull away, crying out

Her grip tightens, not painfully, but enough to make you stop struggling. Her piercing eyes lock onto yours, and for just a second, they remind you of your mother’s—a similarity that makes your breath catch in your throat.

“She wasn’t your mother. She was a monster,” Olivia says, her voice steady and unrelenting. “And you’re coming with me. Whether you like it or not.”

Two Years Later

The house is quiet, save for the faint ticking of a clock on the wall. You sit at the kitchen table, swinging your legs back and forth as you sneak a bite of a cookie you weren’t supposed to have before dinner.

“Put it back.”

The voice startles you. You turn to see Olivia standing in the doorway, her arms crossed, her gaze cold and piercing as ever. She doesn’t raise her voice; she doesn’t need to. The sheer authority in her tone is enough to make you freeze.