At 5 AM, we were off again, Mylo and I still bickering.
"Can you guys shut up, I'm reading." Apollo demands.
I let out a huff of air and stare out the window, looking at the frost-covered wonderland of North Dakota. Everything was flat and covered in snow, the headlights of the car making some parts shimmery and glittery. The small amount of trees were iced with snow. Blue-jays pecking away at the pine cones on the pines. 
My head suddenly ached, throbbing every other second. I groan loudly, placing two fingers on my temple. 
"Hazel?" Apollo asks, sitting up to grab my bicep in his tiny hands. 
My head falls forward and everything goes black. 

Instead of Satan, a handsome man, stood ahead of me. His hair was thrown up into a quiff, stubble growing along his jawline. His hair itself was dark brown or black. He had wild blue eyes, which made him look approachable.
He was wearing a black suit, an inverted cross necklace hanging around his neck, which fell to the center of the tie. 
A smirk was brandished across his face, which made a slight dimple show up on his right cheek. He starts walking toward me, fishing around in his blazer. Once he makes it to me, he pulls a necklace out, which was a copy of his own. He put it around my neck and clasped the clasp. 
"You look beautiful." He says, his voice deep and echo-y. "It's clear you're my daughter." 
I try to hit him, he had no right to find me after 18 years of being MIA. 
"Feisty, like your mother." He smiles, kissing my forehead. "You taste like light, you've met the keyed one." 
I try to sack him, only to be stuck in a rigid standing pose. 
"You're going to discover your maji soon, but naturally." He explains. "If you try to rip your maji out, it'll be hell on earth." Everything started turning back. "We'll meet again soon." He says, then fades.

My eyes snap open, seeing that I'm air-born, I struggle. 
"Hazel!" Apollo shouts, hurdling ground-ward. "It's just me!" 
Tears stream down my face as the ground nears at an accelerating pace.
Apollo lands effortlessly, his heels digging into the gravel road which we were flying over. Apollo pulls me into a hug, letting me cry onto his strawberry-blonde hair. "What happened?" 
"M-my father..." I whisper. 
A car approaches, the impala. Mylo slams on the breaks and gets out. 
"Do you have any explanation for this?" He was holding up a ring, my engagement ring to be exact.
"Eugene fell in love with me and gave me it." I say, trying to hold a strong voice, though cracks sank through.
"Check it out." He tossed it and it landed in the gravel. 
I pick it up, holding it between my thumb and forefinger. "There's nothing wrong with it." 
"Look at the jewel." Mylo says. 
I turn my attention towards the jewel, which has turned a blood red, a black pentagram in the center.
"It hurts to touch it." He says. "The key wouldn't stop zapping it." 
"I didn't do anything, Mylo." I say, sliding the ring back on my finger. 
"I don't believe you, now what's up with that?" He demands.
I look up into his red eyes, his pupils dilated. "I don't even know your last name, how am I supposed to trust you anymore?" 
Apollo put a hand on my shoulder and whispers in my ear. "Don't start something you can't finish." 
"My last name's Orem." Mylo says. "But, I don't think I can trust you all that much either." 
I nod, choking back tears. "Fine." 
"Fine." He replies. 
I stand and turn on my heel. "See you on the other side."