“My father?”

“Warlock.” Grace immediately answered back. “Because you have that silly confused look on your face like your father, I’ll start from the beginning. Get comfortable.”

And like one body both, Alice and Bette sat back against the couch.

　

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Morty was sitting in a pub taking down his potion of mixed beer slowly. He knew he couldn’t go home, no doubt Angela would go there looking for him. If he said his spell correctly and mixed his potion right, then she’d be all over the globe tracking his false scent. But even he knew that could only last for so long, eventually she’d find him and the punishment was going to be much more severe now than ever. Sitting in the busy pub he could use his disguise to hide among these human looking demons. He put his mug up to his lips and suddenly everything around him went silent. He looked out over his mug at the patrons of the bar and everyone was frozen still, their bodies and mouths stuck mid sentence. His eyes bugged out over his mug, and he felt a chill blow across his back, he shuddered as he shakily placed his mug down. With as much fear as possible he turned around and saw a blinding light come towards him. It shrieked so loud he didn’t have time to react before it consumed him.

　

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“So, she’s my demonic Aunt?”

“She was. But once you destroy part of your bloodline, you can no longer claim a hold to the sanctity of it’s Angelic lineage.” Kit knew that telling Tina this now meant that she would undoubtedly take this information in and want her revenge for all the wrongs Angela has committed against her and Eddie. Especially now that she’s seen some of the horror Angela inflicted upon her mother.

“There has to be a reason she’s kept us alive all of this time, does she want to hurt Eddie or…?”

“No, no, no, Eddie’s going to be alright. Haven’t you ever noticed that when she released Eddie, she did so without a fight.”

“How is she at all connected to us, we’re not even her children?”