The Demon Trapping Society

"It's a little hard to break someone out of the indoctrination stage. Once they're stuck on something, or stuck on a demon, that's it. There's no getting out."

"Ever think I might just love him?!" Nevia snapped at them, "Don't talk about me as if I'm not here, Anastasia. He has been nice to me actually…"

"Only to look after your soul since you were idiotic enough to hand it over on a golden pla-"

"Shut up Atticus!"

"What you're in love with is a pocketful of lies and a pretty face to boot."

"Oh shut up, you don't know him! You just have the stereotypical view of him that most people have! Both of you do..…You don't know what's happened with me and him, what hasn't…. So shut up. Stop acting as if you know him."

Atticus shook his head. "Well he's obviously like the others because by how your acting he told you to bugger off. Says it all really."

"I have a stereotypical view of him because its what he is!"

"I could make plenty of stereotypical views on your profession, Anastasia. He isn't just a bloody Archfiend, okay? He's more than that…"

"Oh what, you think you're the first he's done this to? The first who he's won over with sob stories? He's been an Archfiend longer than there has been civilisation in this world and he's played you like a fool."

She just shook her head weakly in the negative, pressing her forehead against the window and closing her eyes, whispering; "Let's just go home…okay…"

Atticus sighed and started the car up, beginning to drive then.

"Demons are evil and conniving." Anastasia folded her arms stiffly and fell silent, sinking into the seat.

"There is no such thing as black and white... good and evil... It's not that simple."

"It is that simple and it will stay that simple. You're white, I'm black, Atticus is white and every demon you see out there is as black as a star less night. Get over it."

"You sound like Luci now with that crap."

Anastasia stiffened sharply. "Its the practical view. I don't sound like anyone, let alone the fucking devil. I'm speaking the truth."

"Which is the exact same view he has, where as I share Theo's."

"Just stop comparing me to those fucking things." Anastasia's shoulders were tight.

"Both of you be quiet. I'm trying to drive." Atticus sighed.

"She's touching on a very sore and battered subject." Anastasia didn't sound angry, but instead like a young, lost child, hurt and confused all in one.

"I know, sweet cheeks, that's why both of you need to hush now."

Anastasia swallowed thickly and muttered something to quiet to catch.

Atticus reached over and took Anastasia's hand gently.

"When I looked into it, to find where they hid the demon I..." Anastasia's fingers tightened around Atticus as she faintly trembled.

Atticus pulled over when he next could and undone his seat belt so he could lean over and wrap his arms around her.

Nevia listened silently.

"I'm what happens when a demon possesses a pregnant woman." Anastasia finally choked out. "I'm not even fully human. I killed my mother on the way out. I don't even know my dad. I don't even know the demon that did it. And I hated being compared to them but I'm part of them and..." Anastasia hunched over and sobbed uselessly.

"Me and Atti only exsist cause of demons too," Nevia whispered quietly in comfort. "Our parents were going to marry or have kids because one of 'em didn't have magic. They made a deal to give whichever one it was magic, and as a result me and Atti can't have our own families… dunno if Theo has fixed that or not but yeah... Apparently it's part of the reason why me and Atticus are so strong magic wise."

Atticus sighed and just held Anastasia close.

"You exist because of one of them. I'm part of one of them because it fucking...soul-raped my mother." Anastasia started crying louder. "My whole life is one big fucking lie from start to finish."