After the walk Alastor and I had, I sat up thinking that night.

Why did I have these powers... shadow manipulation... spells... witch craft.

Is Alastor right... am I a witch? Was my mother a witch? I know my adoptive mother wasn't, she works at a law firm.

But my biological mother? What am I missing...

I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. I was sitting at the kitchen table, it was 2 am and Alastor was asleep upstairs. I didn't want to disturb him with my tossing and turning so I came down here. I grabbed my phone and decided to look through useless news. Maybe that would take my mind off things.

I pulled up the news and there was Vox. His advertisements were everywhere. He controlled any and all internet in hell, just like Alastor did with radio. I flicked through some ads, my eyes growing heavier by the second.

Suddenly my phone screen flickered, and my phone became so hot I had to drop it with a hiss.

"Ow... what the fuck..." I whispered, popping a scorched finger in my mouth, my saliva dulling the pain temporarily.

The lights in the kitchen flickered. I heard a staticky chuckle, and at first thought Alastor was messing with me. I breathed out a laugh, relieved, and turned to face the source of the chuckle.

"Alast-" the words were stolen from my mouth as I turned around and faced the 7 ft television overlord. My face fell into an expression of shock, and his sick smile widened.

"Surprise~" he seethed in his gravely, glitchy voice. I took a couple steps back and went to scream but he reached out and grabbed me by the throat.

His claws dug into my neck, and I wheezed, my legs dangling as he lifted me from the ground. My voice squeaked as I hopelessly called for Alastor.

"Al-as-t-or..." I was clawing at his hand, he just hummed and shook his head, tsk'ing mockingly.

"He's fast asleep, hon, now..." his grip tightened around my throat and I felt as if I were back at home, dying all over again, "lights out"

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3rd person POV

Alastor woke up the morning after Emagine's abduction. He noticed she wasn't in bed next to him, and thought that was strange.

He got up and went downstairs. He was calling for her, wondering where she could've gotten off to. He turned, facing the entrance of the kitchen.

He felt a sinking feeling in his chest and walked to the kitchen, hoping he was just being paranoid.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he reached his cozy kitchen... his eyes sunk into his head, revealing the piercing red radio dials. His nails elongated and his breathing became ragged.

There, burned into the wall, were the words "COME AND GET HER"

Alastor growled, growing into his full demon form. He was slowly becoming the monster he was before he met Emagine, the anger clouding his judgement.

Although, somewhere in his head he could hear her voice, telling him to calm down.

"Calm down...come find me."

The ringing in his ears died down and Alastor took several deep breaths. The gentle whispers in his head bringing him back.

"I will find you darling..." he mumbled, not bothering to put his coat on as he turned on his heel and left, slamming the door so hard a few paintings fell off the wall to the floor.

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Emagines POV

where am I...? It's... wet.

The concrete was uncomfortable against my skin, and my hands were chained above my head.

The silence was deafening, and the darkness made me feel as if I were suffocating.

"Hello!?" I called out, my breathing picking up to a rapid pace. Suddenly, two pink eyes appeared in front of me, along with a glowing frown.

"Shadow...?" I whispered softly. I heard a soft coo come from her, and she curled up at my feet. My eyes were adjusting to the darkness, and I could vaguely see I was once again locked in a cell.

Except this time I wasn't on display.

I felt Shadow beneath me, but something was wrong. Her breathing felt shallow, and I could feel deep inside me she was... dying.

Fear spiked through my core and I began to cry. Whoever is doing this knows more about my powers than I do.

Suddenly, the door to my cell crashed open, and shadow retreated into my body.

"Shut up." The familiar Tv's voice spoke harshly, "I don't want to listen to crying all damn day. I'm just waiting for your lover to come and rescue you like the dumbass he is." He growled out.

My eyes widened. Oh no. This is a trap.

"After his little stunt with Val, Violet and I were left stranded," his voice glitched rapidly, I'm guessing that means he's angry, "he still hasn't recovered from whatever the fuck that radio prick did to him. He knows better. Ever since you came along he's been a royal pain in the ass." He strolled over to me, stopping to glare at me. His screen illuminated the entire room and his eyes were insane.

I felt something connect with my stomach, and realized he'd kicked me. My breath was ripped from my lungs and I coughed. The taste of blood filled my mouth as it sprayed onto the concrete below me.

'Al please... just leave me...'

I was silently begging him to just leave me. Even though that would hurt, it would hurt so much more to watch him die.

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3rd person POV

Alastor busted through the front doors of the hotel. One of them fell off the hinges completely. Vaggie turned and started to bitch about it, but saw the look on his face and shut up immediately.

She sunk away as he approached and Charlie turned around, her smile falling immediately as she took several steps back.

"A-Alastor... what's wrong?" She noticed his hair was messy and he wasn't fully dressed. His smile looked nothing short of insane and his eyes were a dark blood red color.

"They took her..." his voice was distorted, and Charlie could tell he was near losing it. She placed her hands on both of his shoulders and he growled deeply at her touch, but didn't pull away.

She wasn't scared of him, but she needed him to calm down before she could help.

"Alastor, listen... you have to calm down. Tell me, who has who? Emagine? Who has her?" Charlie was beyond shocked when she saw Alastor's eyes fill with tears.

His smile was trembling and he shook his head quickly, throwing his hands over his face. He fell to his knees in front of her, and sobbed.

"Velvet and Vox," his voice sounded broken, "they have her... they took her from our house while I was asleep!" Charlie bent down, getting on her knees in front of him, removing his hands from his face.

Black tears stained his cheeks and he shook slightly, staring at the demon princess, looking lost.

"What do I do...?" He whimpered and Charlie let her eyes turn red, her blood beginning to boil.

Vox was going to have to answer to for this... and he was going to answer to the king.

Charlie stood up, pulling Alastor up with her. She willed her eyes to go back to normal, and swept the tears off of Al's face. Her sweet smile calmed him down slightly, and he felt beyond helpless.

"Come on, Al... chin up! I'll have her home by sundown... I promise you." She rubbed his arm, and then cupped his cheek, looking into his eyes,

"I promise."

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When Charlie arrived at the palace, she walked in the doors with the authority of a true princess. The guards stepped aside for her, seeing her horns and red eyes, knowing she was there for a purpose.

She opened the doors to her father's throne room, and saw her mother and father sitting side by side. Lucifer's eyes glowed red in the dimly lit room, and the lights came to life, revealing his razor sharp smile.

"Hello Charlotte."

"Father."

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Alastor paced the floor, and his shadow appeared by his side. He looked at him, and saw the worry in his dark features.

"They'll be just fine..." he reassured his friend, but his shadow shook his head. He morphed into a smaller shadow, and Alastor recognized it as Emagine's shadow.

Xozzen mocked a sort of death before morphing back into himself and shaking his head again, his signature smile no where to be seen.

They're killing Shadow?

Alastor was mortified. Shadow was the source of Emagine's power, and was part of her soul. Just like Xozzen was to Alastor.

How did they even know how to do that? It's an ancient practice... only Alastor or Emagine should know how.

Suddenly the doors of the hotel burst open, and Alastor looked up, his stare hardening.

"Alastor."

"Lucifer."