Yosafire's POV

It's been several weeks as Siralos came and examined me in the throne room of the old man. "She didn't come from this time but a different time frame," Siralos poked at my cheek, "I know exactly how to return you to your proper era of time, little fire demon." He held out his hand and I gently took it and he leads me to where I was first found over a month ago. I could see everyone else standing behind us as Siralos looked to the gray sky. "Fly as high as you can go and when you see a portal open up, stop everything that you are doing and fall backward. Do not panic and just fall let the portal take you home, I'm pretty sure someone on the other side will be able to catch you and carry you safely to where you belong," Siralos patted my back as I spread my wings and took to the skies. There was very little wind when I flew as high as I could and looked down.

There a gray vortex formed and grew in size. It's the same vortex that brought me here in the first place. Turning around I let myself fall backward and felt the rush of winds brush past me. I heard the screams of everyone as I fell, but I knew that they were only afraid for my safety. Old Man. Etihw. I'll see you soon. But this time in the future where I belong. "YOSAFIRE," that voice. I opened my eyes and looked to the side as I saw the blurred figure of the present Wodahs, the Wodahs that I know so well. Turning around I fell faster into his awaiting arms, crying I held onto the familiar silk of his trench coat. "Yosafire, you're alright, thank the 7heavens that you are alright," I heard his voice crack as I looked up, tears were falling from his left eye. "I'm home," I simply said as he hugged me more and fall his knees holding me tight. 

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Sitting in my house I wrote in my diary once more. About everything that has happened and what I was thinking about mostly. Then again, nothing changed, my friends never talk to me they avoid me. The other angels and demons still blame me for the flame worlds invasion. I just ignore everyone and mostly stay to myself. Sighing I finished writing in my diary and set it down. Looking towards the windows I watched as rocks came crashing through the glass window. I picked up the rock and opened my door to put it outside. Suddenly rocks came flying at me and hit me several times in the face and against my body. I could hear each and every taunt and tease. Every insult and cursive word. I just stood there and took each and every one of those abusive words. 

Warm liquid dripped down my face as I looked up and saw my once 'friends' standing amongst the group throwing rocks. Their eyes cold and not welcoming. Looking back down I re-entered the house and made so that I could use the many planks of wood that have sitting around just waiting to be used. Picking them up I place the planks up and nailed them over the broken windows. I've grown used to the abusive behavior of the village. Finishing covering the windows, I made my way to the bathroom and watched as blood slowly dripped down my face. Third time in a week, sighing I took the already bloody washcloth and wiped down my forehead to see a scab open and bleeding profusely. Reaching into a basket off to the side I grabbed another bandage and placed in on the scab.

There was a sudden knock on my door, jumping I brushed my hair over the bandage and ran to the door. Fixing my clothes I opened the doors to see Froze. "Hi," I greeted with a fake smile as I looked over her shoulder. No one was there, maybe hiding, or they just got bored. "Mr. Lowrie wanted to know why you are never at school anymore?" she sneered as I simply stared at her frown. "I guess I totally forgot about it being the weekday," I tried to give a fake nervous chuckle but failed. She thrust a piece of paper out in front of my face and walked away. Pulling away from the piece of paper I read the fine writing, I was being expelled from school all because I was a fire demon. Typical, maybe I should ask Mr. Wodahs if I could borrow some of the castle books to learn a thing or two about fire demons. 

Sighing I walked into my room and grabbed the cloak I found with the journal and wrapped the cloak around me and waited till no one was looking. Making my way to the castle I took up a steady fast pace in able to get there before dark. Arriving at the castle I saw Mr. Wodahs as normal watering the flowers. "Oh, Yosafire there you are?" I jumped at the sudden voice as I looked over to see Etihw standing there with a smile on her face. "Good afternoon, Etihw," I blurted out, trying to keep this short. I'm afraid, I feel myself shaking as I watch many exit the castle and glare at me. I pull the cloak closer to me and hide from the glares. "Yosafire?" I looked up to see a pained look in Etihw's eyes, "has this been like this for awhile?" I nodded and sighed, "ever since after the invasion everyone has been accusing me of betraying everyone and shunning me like no tomorrow." 

"So is that why your house is graffiti and windows are broken, boarded up and you have bandages everywhere," I jumped and looked up into hard gray eyes. She knew? "How did you know?" I asked nervously as she waved over Wodahs. "When you became sick and Wodahs reported what he had seen, I went to check and saw everything, why haven't you told me or Kcalb about this?" Her voice became cold and demanding. Looking down at my feet I shuffled the pebbles that were on the stone pathways. "Tell me Yosafire, are you being bullied by the village?" I nodded my head as Wodahs approached. "What's the matter?" I heard the fine tone of Wodahs's voice as he spoke.

"Make a meeting for the village to come tomorrow for a few words about the recent happenings," Etihw's sweet tone turned sour again, "cause this has gone on long enough." Was she going on tell everyone about everything? I can't be like this. I can't have them protecting me forever. I have to defend all by myself. "Etihw its fine,  that really isn't  for you to do. I can handle it," I tired my necessary hardest not to make it seem that I was shaking. "This has gone on long enough, first your illness then your disappearance now you won't even ask for help," I looked up to see the disappointment in Etihw's eyes, "you're not Yosaflame at all." There's the comparison once more. Tears welled in my eyes as I stared back at Etihw's gray eyes.

"Why?" I screamed I didn't mean to, "why must you compare me to my ancestor. Not only you but everyone. I'm trying. I can't be exactly like my ancestor. Why are you trying to make me be like my ancestor? I'm not him. I'm not Yosaflame. And I'll never be him." I didn't care,  I didn't look back as I took off running in the opposite way, I could hear them screaming my name, but I didn't listen. I can't take it anymore as I ran into my home and locked my door. Everything was picked up, wait I didn't pick anything up, how did this happen. Panicking I searched throughout my home and found no one.

It was strange but it didn't matter anymore as I heard knocking on my door. Looking through the peephole I could see a worried Etihw and an angry old man. Did I make them mad? Am I really a bad person?  Running to my room. I packed a few items that I would be needing and grabbed the journal that was sitting on my little table. Looking back at my room I opened the window and flew out and high above to see the whole village gather around my house and stare as Wodahs opened my door. Shaking my head I flew off and leaving everything behind. No one will notice that I'm gone, will they? Nope not going to think about any of them. Feeling my wings ache from flying so damn far, I descend to the ground and lay back with my back pressed against a trunk of a tree.

"I guess I'm fully alone now," everything seemed so natural, and best bet that everything was more of a blur than anything else. This free feeling I could get used to. Closing my eyes I rested my head back and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Kcalb's POV

"What do you mean she's nowhere in the village," I yelled as Ater and Arbus stood in front of me. "Sorry Lord Kcalb we looked in every hiding place we could," Ater started. "But she wasn't there and we looked everywhere," Arbus finished. Groaning I sat back down and bite my lip. This wasn't good. She's an open target now. "Kcalb," I looked over at Etihw, "it's my fault I wasn't thinking and said the wrong things to her and she ran off. If anyone should be looking for her, it should be me."

"Eti- do you know anything about Yosafire's type of fire demon," I puffed as she shook her head, "when they become upset and distraught they won't listen to reason and frankly speaking to them will only make it worst. I had to deal with Yosaflame when he was younger and I had to hold him down until he came under some sense. The same has to be down for Yosafire." I watch her eyes widened in horror. Finally,  it dawned on her that besides the flame devil Yosafire is a lot more dangerous. "Why didn't you tell me, Kcalb?" she asked as she created a crystal in her hands. "Cause if the village knew that then the torment that she has been receiving will be tenfold and that might cause her to become something I found Yosaflame as when he was a child." I puffed as I stood and looked over at Wodahs concerned face as he panted. "What is it Wodahs?" he simply stared at me as he gain his composer. "It's the graves," he panted and held a cross from one of the graves, "they've been tampered with and Yosaflame's and Sherbet's coffins are gone."

I heard a gasp from the side and see Etihw standing. "Were there any evidence that someone was there," I asked as Wodahs shook his head. Damn. If this keeps happening then I need to lock Yosafire up in the old castle to keep her from going insane. Or send her to the world of the dead to see a friend of mine. "Kcalb are you alright?" Looking over I saw Etihw placing a hand on my shoulder. "I'm thinking of asking that devil from the world of the dead to help out with Yosafire, she has helped me before with Yosaflame," I grunted as I pulled away and walked out the door. Not wanting to know the outcome of Etihw's expressions.

Yosafire's POV

Opening my eyes I could hear whispering and name calling as I sat up. Everything was torn and discarded. Where was I?  The last thing I remember was laying back against the trunk of a tree. "So your awake, Yosafire," that voice, springing up I looked around until I saw the familiar shape and those bright baby blue dull eyes. "Sherbet," I breathed out as I stared at who I thought was dead. "Sherbet don't freak her out," looking to the side I saw Yosaflame as well. They looked exactly the same as when I last saw them. "H-how are you alive?" I stood up as Sherbet started to chuckle.

"Dunno, me and flame killed each other and the next thing we knew was waking up in a graveyard and see shadows loom around," Sherbet patted the dirty cushion beside him as he sat down, "never knew that you were from the future to know that we died and didn't have a life after the war. But then again you kept it a secret in able to not screw anything up, eh?" I nodded my head as I sat down next to Sherbet. "And to think that you are my child, I'm impressed and glad all at the same time," I looked over at Yosaflame and smiled. I'm glad my ancestor thought I wasn't a waste of space. "Is anyone else alive?" I looked up to see both of them shake their heads. So it's just the two of them then. "You said shadows right," both of them nodded, "that's what pushed me into the past in the first place."

"So the shadows are behind everything then," I looked over at Yosaflame as he fixed the red-framed glasses, "ever since I can remember the God and Devil always treated each other with kindness and serenity, but then everything changed and nothing but war happened, but I guess when we died and I believe Wodahs stopped them, they snapped out of it. It must be the work of those shadows that you've seen and we witnessed. They must be planning on starting another war but we foiled their plans. We must warn Lord Kcalb and Lady Etihw." Yosaflame stood up and looked towards the exit, "they're here, quick Sherbet grab Yosaf and run, I'll be right behind you guys." I watch as sparks came rushing out between his teeth as he pulled out a sword. "Come on Yosaf, we must go unless you wanna be swallowed up in his flames," I looked up into Sherbet's eyes as he picked me up and grabbed that familiar hammer and ran.

I looked behind, over the white feathery wing of Sherbet as we jumped through a window and the building burst into bright green flames. Oh that wouldn't be pleasant if we were still in there. Shortly after I could see Yosaflame jump through the window and land beside us. "That'll only slow them down for now but they'll be back," Yosaflame sighed as he looked up at the window, "as I expected they're after me and Yosaf, Yosaf has anyone told you what type of fire demons we are." I shook my head. There's different types of fire demons? Never knew that. "We better take cover at the old angel base until the rain comes to wash away out scents," I looked up at Sherbet as he grabbed a ragged curtain and pulled it over his wings. "Good idea, Sherbet by then my flames should be out and burn our scents away from the area. Come Yosaf, let's get away from this place," Yosaflame opened his arms as I let him pick me up and cradle me against him warm body.

Feeling the sense of weariness and the warmth, I slowly closed my eyes and lulled myself to sleep. My mind was racing as I tried to piece together that everything was happening, it feels so strange as a book appeared in my mind. Pages turned and showed two children. Shocked I watched as each page show a memory. Whose memory is this? Then I saw it a younger version of Yosaflame. He was playing with a little girl. Forest brown hair with Golden tips. Two twisted and flowing horns drapped beside her head. They were playing with green flames and reading books. Who is that? "Brother do you think that someday we can become devils and rule together with a god at our side. A nice and peaceful world that we can protect and serve?" I watched as Yosaflame smiled and replied,  "if that ever does happen then we can escape our parents and show the many worlds of our powers. Then maybe they can finally accept the fact that their can be twin devils can be born and work for the good." They both giggled and hugged each other.

"Yosafire, we're here," I felt the shaking and opened my eyes. There stood my ancestor. Or should I call him dad? "Yosaflame?" He looked down at me and smiled, "is it alright to call you dad?" I watched as Sherbet bent at the waist and tried to hold his laughter as Yosaflame glared at him. "Yes, it's okay besides you are my child and I know you've already witnessed my past. I planned on telling you anyways. I wanted to give you a little insight of what we are," he sighed and sat down and crossing his legs, "I'm a special type of demon that can easily overpower any devil besides Lord Kcalb. Since Lord Kcalb is the oldest and first devil to ever exist me and my twin came second after many others. But we weren't chosen to become devils of other worlds due to us being twins. No god would take the both of us to be their counterparts and so we were at the mercy of our parents abuse. For many years me and my twin were verbally and physically abused until it got too far and I was protecting my sister and was dying."

I watched as tears fell from my fathers face, "I was slowly and agonizing dying slowly. Lord Kcalb approached us and offered to delay my death as long as possible until my flames ran out. Which they did when I was fighting Sherbet over here," he gestured to Sherbet who was sitting on the ledge cleaning his rusted sword, "I took that offer and in turn my sister gain the courage to pretend I was dead and kill our parents in pure rage. By the time I had gone to offer her a place as an underling to Lord Kcalb a God approached her and asked her to become his devil. At first I was shocked and in disbelief. She was hesitant and looked in my direction. I remember the words that the god spoke before everything happened.  He told us, " You may be twins and everything. I wish I could take you both but you Yosaflame are under the protection of the Black Devil which I cannot turn both of you into my devils but until the time comes and you are fully healed I'll gladly take you as twins again and fully welcomed as my devils. Two heads are better than one?" He was one strange God. I asked Lord Kcalb about him and I was told that the god that took my sister was the god of the death dragon and he wanted a world where it was bright and colorful instead of darkness and the nonliving."

"So basically your sister and you were what he was looking for," Sherbet spoke up as my father nodded his head, "so since your alive now why not go there with Yosaf and escape this curse of shadows after you." I looked over at my father and watch him sigh, "as easy as it sounds it's not. I have to prove that I'm fully healed and able to take the position of the devil twin of the phenix and state that Yosaf is the rightful princess. But she was born here and instead of the world where my sister resides." My father stood up and patted my head as he walked to the doorway of the room. Everything I knew wasn't the full truth? I had an aunt that was a devil and had her very own world. "Dad?" I asked hesitantly as he looked back at me, "does the old man have the power to release you from under his protection?" Father nodded his head and crossed his arms, "yes he does but I might not be able to prove to him that I am fully healed."

"Well, I think you're fully healed, Flame. Besides you have every right to freed from his protection, I mean look at you, you've exhausted your flames but here we are brought back to life and able to use our abilities to the maximum. So don't tell me that you might not be able to prove anything. Think about your sister I'm pretty sure she misses you and just think your own world that a god accepted twin devils to stable his world. Heck, if I had a chance I would come with yay and be a supervisor or something. Don't tell me you give up after everything you've been through, Flame." I looked at Sherbet in amazement as my father stood there shocked and didn't know what to say. Standing up I ran into my father and hugging him.

"Yosaf," he started but I interrupted him. "Sherbet's right, maybe, no, I know we can prove that we are ready to go home and be with auntie and the god of that one world. Let's go home dad," I watched as tears streamed down his face as rain poured outside. "It's time to head towards the new castle and tell them everything," Sherbet calmly stated as he grabbed the hammer and leaned it against his shoulder. Dad nodded his head and picked me up and held me tightly. I felt the movement as wings spread from the cloak he wore and expanded. With one gust of wind, I felt the fast pace he flew at, smiling I leaned into dad's chest and lulled myself to sleep.

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3660-word count and that's it for this chapter this is starting to form the comic book that I am creating at the moment and those are some characters I have to introduce later but right now I want to write more and be able to at least get a few more chapters in and then start writing a fandom and requested One-Shot book and lets just hope that this book doesn't get taken down like the other one but I'll give it one more shot at this 

So byebye~