Energy erupted from the blade in my hands, repelling everyone but Solas. Brielle slammed against the wall, and Finn caught himself before he hit it. Dropping the sword like a hot potato, I took a few steps back, shocked at what happened.

It only took a second for the sword to stop radiating that weird white energy. Everything in the room had been tossed around too. I quickly gazed at Finn, who had his eyes wide open. So did Brille, but the one I cared about the most was him.

I feared he thought I was trying to kill him.

"I-I... I d-didn't mean to do that!" my voice shuttered, clasping onto my shirt.

Fear gripped me in such a way that I didn't know what to do. Brielle cursed, getting up from the floor. However, instead of anger, Finn's face was filled with amusement. He quickly closed the gap between us to reach for me.

I flinched, thinking he would be angry, but he stopped gazing at me weirdly. My expression must've told him everything he needed to know. A soft frown formed on his lips.

"You know, I'd never hurt you in my right mind, right?" he sighed, holding his hands in place.

I was so used to being beaten when I did something I shouldn't. It was all I expected. After all, I had made them go flying off. There was no one else who could've done that either. It even harmed Brielle, who hit the wall pretty hard.

There was blood coming from her head.

"I-I..." I struggled to say, shaking where I was.

Every time my stepdad hit me; I wasn't as scared as I was with Finn. I always felt indifferent after I learned my father didn't care for me. But with this king, it was different. It was probably because I didn't want to be apart from him.

I feared my lack of usefulness would anger him. Or if what I did made him throw me away. Instead of that, I felt his fingers trail down my cheeks.

"I know. You're used to people hitting you every time you did something they didn't approve of." He sighed, trailing his finger down my cheek.

"What?" Brielle mumbled, gazing at us.

No one knew of my past. No, only Finn witnessed it all. Yet it didn't stop him from continuing, though.

"But I'll never do that." He paused, wincing.

His anger was something he could barely control.

"Not to you, at least. Not while I'm in my right mind." He assured, triggering me to glance at him.

In an instant, he leaned down to kiss my lips lightly. Brielle shook her head, joining us. All the while, Solas sat behind me, gazing at the sword on the floor.

"Damn it! Do you have to keep showing off like that?!" the she-wolf growled, reaching down to her sword.

However, the moment her skin touched the weapon. She flinched back as something stung her. It caused Finn to gaze at her.

"Fuck! She blessed it by simply touching it!" Brielle huffed, waving her hand as something burned her.

"No, she didn't bless it. She infused her magic through it. It'll wear off in a bit." The demon king announced, leaving me confused.

However, while in his arms, I felt safe. Turning back to me, he cupped my cheeks in his hands.

"Geez, you never stop seizing to surprise me, Sparky. You're amazing." He chuckled, tracing my cheeks with his thumbs.

"I don't even know what I did," I mumbled, comforted by his warmth.

"Well, that display showed you're a certain type of mage. One that can channel magic through enchanted objects." He informed me.

Yet it left me as I started.

I tilted my head, gazing at him. "What?"

A soft smile rose on his lips.

"You're a sorceress. Meaning, that if you have an enchanted object in your hands. Your magic will be easier to channel. Like a focal point to condense it. It can be destructive if not controlled right, though. And extremely rare." He warned, gazing towards the sword on the floor.

"So, I'm a bomb that can't touch enchanted weapons. Got it." I sighed, taking a peek at the sword again.

Shaking my head, I tugged away from the demon lord. However, before I could, he pulled my hand back to him.

"That isn't what I meant. This is a way for you to control your powers. Just have to find an artifact strong enough to hold your magic. Or well, that happens." Fin announced, gazing at me with those blue orbs of his.

They were still lacking warmth. However, the parts that had turned purple still were. It quickly broke away from my eyes from him with the words said next.

"Shit! She shattered my fang!" Brielle growled, finally picking up the sword from the floor.

It had a slight crack in the center. I hadn't seen it. Yet somehow he saw it while it repelled him. It caused the magical surge we saw.

"Of course, she did. Her magic rivals mine. Of that, I do not doubt of." The demon king declared, making gaze towards him again.

There was a sly smile on his lips. He was more than amused. There was something he saw I didn't.

"I rival you. Impossible," I huffed.

There was no way I was as powerful as the demon king. Did I have magic to combat him? Yes. But was I more potent? No. He was deadlier than I in every way possible. If I happened to be on the other side.

I would've been only roadkill to him.

"Yes, Sparky. You do. I don't like how you sell yourself short. There isn't a doubt in my mind that I would've been in trouble if you were my enemy." He chuckled, reaching to touch my cheek again.

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Every time he did, it lit a fire within me. One that left everywhere he touched burning with a warmth that consumed me. After being held by him, the thought of being enemies didn't please me. When I first got there that was something I thought we would be.

But all I wanted was his heart. No matter how closed off it was to me.

"Brie, train her. Rizak's lectures won't do a damn thing with her gift. She's more practical than academic." He suddenly announced, turning to the wolf.

My eyes widened, shaking my head.

Wait?! What?!

"What?! Do you want to dump your load on me?! I don't even know how to teach!" the she-wolf growled.

She really couldn't stand me. Even though I tried to make amends with her. This woman didn't want to interact with me.

"Who else has the talent to train my betrothed? I wouldn't trust my generals with that task. No, the only one I have is you, Brie." Finn sighed.

Brielle took a glance at me, as I didn't know what was happening.

I'm changing teachers!? Wait... no...

"Cousin, we're oil and water. Even though I'm more patient than you. I can snap too." She warned, crossing her arms.

"Oi... Thanks for that." I huffed, triggering her to glare at me.

She wanted no part in training me. And I didn't want to be a burden to her or anyone. A soft sigh left him. Once again, he was dealing with children who didn't get along.

"Rizak's ways won't work. And I can't train her. I'm no good with enchanted items." He pointed out.

The wolf appeared close to cracking. This was a direct request from her precious king and family. That was something I couldn't forget. These two were connected in ways I never knew.

"Arg! Fine! But I'm not explaining shit to her. She'll have to learn through bruises and mistakes!" the she-wolf howled, turning away from us.

Finn chuckled, shaking his head. "That's fine. Rizak and I will deal with that part. You teach her how to use it."

She huffed, growling where she stood. "Practical only. Though, I think she won't make it through my training. So, I say this will be a waste of time."

Her words rubbed me the wrong way. After all, I...

"Oi, I'm not a demon. I don't have your infinite stamina. And I need to sleep, eat, and rest!" I pouted.

"We know, love. She means it differently than it sounds." Finn assured.

Yet I wasn't happy with that. To me, it was exactly like it was.

"And how's that?" I huffed, gazing at him, unimpressed.

"It's the training I did when I was a human. I know things can go fast for your tiny brain but try to keep up. We aren't stupid beings, like you." Brielle growled, gazing at me like I was nothing more than a bother.

She probably disliked me since I never respected Finn as I should've. However, there was more to her distrust. Everyone there thought I would harm the king. Yet I didn't understand why it fell on me to gain their trust.

After all, they didn't know me. And the only one who could harm anyone in this relationship was him. Though, in their eyes, they knew how damaged his heart was. Even Gael still gazed at me with worry.

Yet her calling me a moron wasn't helping the cause, either.

"What?!" I snapped.

We truly were like oil and water, never to mix. There was no way this would be a good idea.

"Peace now. Don't make me angry, Brie." The demon king scowled.

The she-wolf went stiff.

"Ah, I..." she trailed off, glaring at me.

It appeared every time I was around, she would find herself in trouble with her king.

"Fine," she sighed, shaking her head.

"She'll need a blade, staff, crystal orb, or whatever weapon she pleases before she can start. I suggest a staff or an orb. Less to hurt yourself with." She gibed.

"Oi! I'll be fine with anything!" I assured her, seeing her as a challenge to overcome.

"Ah, well, I've got an idea for that." Finn chuckled, pushing me towards Brielle.

A second later, he shifted into his dragon form before snapping one of his large fangs. When I saw blood, I tried to rush to him, but I was stopped by Solas standing in my way.

"Wait, you're going to use one of your fangs? Isn't that a bit much?" Brielle asked, gazing at her king like he lost his mind.

To her, I wasn't worth the effort he was placing. She saw me much as Gael did. However, the incubus had more interactions with me than this wolf had. I had only seen her a few times, and it was usually her fetching the king.

Shifting back, the demon lord was already healed. The dragon fang was on the floor, though.

"Well, If I can't hold her power in one place. Nothing can." He declared, leaving me confused.

Then again, Brielle had said her sword had her fang in it. Something I didn't take it literally. But it appeared it was.

"Don't humans usually use mystical beasts for their enchantments? Shouldn't we hunt one instead of using yours? It can lead to worse magic. One she can't hold." Brielle questioned, gazing at her king.

I stared at the fang on the floor, utterly confused by everything that was happening. The only thing I got from the entire thing was that I could control my magic like this. But how it was yet to be seen. It was honestly causing me a headache.

"I have a feeling a unicorn horn wouldn't hold her power. Heck, not even a normal dragon fang or horn would." Finn replied, licking his lips.

The taste of blood was probably present in them. However, his words caused my orbs to travel towards him.

"Wait, you guys have those here?" I asked.

It was like my childhood dreams lit up. All of a sudden, all those mythical beasts were potentially real. I mean, I saw a dragon, chimera, and even vampires. But something about a unicorn had its ring on me.

Perhaps because it was the last nice memory I had of my sister. One where she gave me her plushie a night I was crying. It was all before she saw the horror I could cause.

"Are those not in your world, sweets?" the demon lord chuckled, watching my face light up.

In an instant, there was a gentleness in those cold eyes of his.

"No... my world's boring compared to yours. Well, not true. It has its moments, too." I mumbled, remembering the sky I saw the night I came into this world.

If only it hadn't been bittersweet. There were probably more places to see like that. Yet the life I led cut it short.

"Do you miss your realm?" Brielle asked, watching my reaction.

Her question caused Finn to turn his gaze away from me. I didn't know why, but I focused on her instead. It sounded like she was testing me. The previous saint had...

"No," I shrugged.

The only thing left for me there was nothing pretty.

Jail or debt us all that's looking at me in the future. While here... I don't even know what life has for me. Yet... I want to be here.

This wasn't something I was willing to share with everyone, though.

"So cold. Isn't it strange to not miss your homeland? What type of loyalties do you have?" the she-wolf huffed.

I couldn't help but scowl at her. There was no doubt in my mind this was a bad idea. Her being my teacher would only end in disaster. I probably was better off by my own devices.

Probably...

"Brie... Enough, sometimes you don't know what you're talking about." Finn growled.

His aura was erupting again.

"Fine, I'll take the fang to the blacksmith. Let me know what she decides to make with it." She gazed away before disappearing.

All of these demons could make their getaways so easily. Yet I hadn't seen her pick up her sword nor the fang, but they were both gone. I sighed, shaking my head, turning to the last demon in the room.

"I don't think this is a good idea. She hates me." I pointed out.

Solas shrunk enough to fit in my bag. Picking him up, I placed him in it, only to be grabbed from behind by Finn.

"She doesn't hate you, love. She doesn't trust you. It doesn't come easy for her." He reassured me.

I shook my head, gazing towards the side.

"Does it come easy for you?" I mumbled, gazing at the demon king's eyes.

They were still so cold.

"Of course, I trust you. Not that it comes easy. But I had little choice in the matter. And I'm glad I did." He answered, holding me tightly to him.

A simple answer. One that didn't fully please me with everything that happened today. Perhaps it was my impatience. Yet I struggled to face him.

"Why did you do that? Didn't it hurt?" I asked, glancing towards where the fang was.

There was still blood there. A soft hum came from Finn as the fang disappeared from my sight.

"Why did you run to me, knowing I could hurt you?" he countered.

"Because... I couldn't bear to see you like that." I answered, turning around to face him.

"And I want you to reach your greatest potential, Sparky. I'll do everything in my power to make sure you do." He smiled.

I couldn't help but smile back at him. Yet...

Is this for you and your country or me?

There I was met by his lips crashing into mine. I couldn't help but feel like all of this was forced on his part. Even if I welcomed the affection, I...

Are you trying to make me feel better? Or do you actually want to kiss me?

Either way, I couldn't keep myself from kissing him back. Unlike Vorex, who was easier to read, this demon wasn't. Even so, he ensnared me. It didn't matter if I was a precious jewel to him or not.

All that did was that I remained by his side at all costs.