"You did nothing, it wasn't your fault... It was mine for hating you for all these years," wailed Rina, trying to reach out for the broken family in front of her.
"I was such a demon for hating on both of you... I don't deserve your love!" cried out Rina, sinking onto her knees.
"I forgive you both! I'm sorry for hating you for all those years! I forgive you, please hear me... I am so sorry..."
But deep down, she knew that nothing was going to change the past. No matter how much she begged, it won't change a thing. No matter how many tears she shed now, her parents will never come back to her anymore. Because this was all etched into the past, her past.
'Don't let the demons from your past take over your future!'
Trying her best to keep calm, Rina watched on as her tears streamed down. She had to see the truth and she had to be strong but the tears wouldn't stop flowing. Then, the mob went silent and left the house. But not before they hurled one last insult.
"The Demon family will burn!"
The villages all threw their torches at the house. He rather tried his best to put out the flames but was knocked out by a falling roof. Rina stood next to her family, which was still with her. Her mother was still holding onto her sleeping child's arms.
Rina couldn't care about her emotions anymore, she was wailing and crying, shouting out to the demons to stop hurting them. But what she didn't know was that the spell was activating in its final stage, where the spell truly attacks. The three of them were having these at the same time.
But because she was the one making the spell work, the spell won't get affected by her at all. And to top it off, the more unstable she is, the more power the final stage gets. So she was fueling Kris's nightmare with her anger and fear.
She was still calm, just upset at the scene. If she were to switch away, she would be alright once more. Scarred for life but she would still focus on waking up from the spell. She had to vent out the feelings out anyway so this would be the right time.
The flames seemed to be getting hotter as her mother began to suffer from burns and started coughing. Her skin was red and her hair was getting singed. Her father had already been burned to nothing. Just then, the child finally woke up.
But she didn't wake up normally. Rina couldn't understand the being in front of her as it screeched and burst out of her mother's grasp. It wasn't her, the creature truly looked like a spawn from hell. Rina had fear written in her eyes as she looked at it.
"You've forgotten, huh? Most likely you acted on survival instinct. But whatever instinct you've inherited from your birth parents caused you to go on a mad rampage. A seriously, messed up rampage," greeted the voice as the scene ripped apart.
Rina stood outside of the burning house where the villages were celebrating their twisted victory. The child shot out from the roof and with her large butterfly wings, soared through the night sky and landed in front of the mob.
The villagers went unhinged as they began throwing their weapons at her. But with her small frame and agile wings, she dodged every one of them. And when it was her turn to strike, she did not hold back. She backed away from the villages and allowed her Aura to boil over.
She had her tiny arms across her chest as her Elemental Power flowed through her. Her eyes flew open, revealing full pink eyes, glowing in the dark. The villagers screamed in terror and some froze in horror. Some fell onto their knees and started begging for god.
She stuck out both of her arms, stretching them out, her chest sticking out as her head flew back with the sheer power in her. Her palms glowed in pink light and as she faced forwards once more. She shot a ball of pink Elemental Energy to the terrified villagers.
As a villager got hit, he instantly turned into nothing but pink petals. And With another wave of her hand, the child commanded the petals to give chase to the remaining villagers. Each petal found its way into the body through the villagers' mouths.
The villagers began to choke as they ingested the petals. A few seconds later, the villagers burst into gardens. Painfully, the spore in their body has become an opening for a flower to grow. This caused so much pain and agony, it was horrifying to die that way.