Amber's eyes flashed with anger as she gritted her teeth. "Mother, what is it that you want?"
Lyra's expression shifted to one of mock hurt, her voice trembling. "Oh, such hostility from my own daughter. It's like you all don't care about me." She clutched her chest, feigning tears.
Franklin's voice was cold. "Cut the theatrics, Lyra. What do you want?"
Lyra's grin returned, her eyes glinting with malice. "Right. Anyhow, the main reason I'm here is to tell you I'm glad that you decided to let little Fin Fin get some training. Because he will have to prove himself when he gets here to the Demon Realm."
Her laughter sent shivers down the spines of the siblings. "And when I say prove himself, he will have to fight to earn the title as prince of the Demon Realm. So make sure that you train him well... and don't disappoint me."
With a wicked chuckle, Lyra's hologram disappeared, leaving the room in an uneasy silence. The siblings exchanged worried glashes, their faces set with determination. They'd make sure Finn was ready, no matter what lay ahead.
Amber's chest heaved with anger, her eyes blazing as she yanked a strand of hair from her head and threw it to the ground. Instantly, a hologram of Lyra appeared, sitting on her throne, a smug expression plastered on her face.
"Ah, daughter, you missed me," Lyra said, clutching her heart with fake sincerity. "I'm touched."
Amber's voice was like a whip, her words laced with venom. "Mother, why are you doing this? Why?"
Lyra's expression turned weary, as if she was bored. "Daughter, I told you already. I see potential in young Finn, and I want to make him my successor, heir to the Demon Realm. Is that so hard for you to understand?"
The room seemed to shrink, the air thick with tension. The siblings watched, their faces set with anger and worry, as their mother and grandmother engaged in a battle of wills. Franklin's expression was a mask, but his eyes burned with a quiet intensity.
Lyra's eyes turned cold and dark, her smile twisting into a cruel grin. "You know, if you don't want to send Finn to the Demon Realm, you don't have to. I'm not forcing you, you know."
Her gaze seemed to gleam with amusement. "However, if he doesn't come to the Demon Realm... he will lose his little friend that he just made. What was that girl's name again? Ah yes. Aria. Her entire race will be wiped off the face of the earth."
The siblings' faces paled as Lyra's words hit like a blow. "So how do you think Finn would feel knowing that he is the cause of his little friend and her family being extinct? Well, technically it wouldn't be his fault... it would be yours."
Lyra's laughter was low and menacing. "He would never trust you again. He would fall into despair... and he would join his grandmother. Think of that."
With a flick of her wrist, Lyra's hologram vanished. "Now, if you'll excuse me... I have some wine and grapes waiting for me. Bye bye, daughter. Bye bye, grandchildren. Bye bye, Franklin."
The room fell silent, the weight of Lyra's threat hanging heavy in the air. Amber's face was white with anger and worry. The siblings looked at each other, their minds racing with the implications.
Amber's eyes turned pitch black, her voice low and menacing. "That's it. She's not my mother. I don't know who that person is on the demon throne... but that is not my mother."
Her words dripped with venom as she spoke, her aura beginning to surge and rage, destroying everything in the room. "I'll kill her. I'll kill her."
Franklin's voice was urgent, "Dear, you need to calm down."
Amber's response was a snarl, her demon horns starting to protrude from her head as she shape-shifted into her demon form. "Get away from me, Franklin."
Her body contorted, scales bursting forth from her skin, wings tearing through her back. Her voice was a roar. "I'll kill that bitch."
The siblings watched in awe and fear as their mother transformed, her demon form both terrifying and magnificent.
The six siblings rushed in front of their mother, trying to calm her down, but it was like trying to stop a storm. "Mom, please. Mom, please. Mom, please." They sheltered in unison, their voices desperate.
Amber's demon form loomed over them, her eyes blazing with fury. "Out of my way... or I will kill you all as well."
Her voice was a growl, her claws extended, ready to strike. The siblings stood frozen, torn between their love for their mother and their fear of her wrath.
Franklin's voice was a calm whisper, "Amber, stop. Think of Finn."
The mention of Finn's name seemed to pierce through Amber's rage, her eyes flickering with a glimmer of sanity. The siblings held their breath, hoping against hope that she'd regain control.
But Just then Amber closed her hand into a fist and aim it at Franklin.
Franklin's eyes widened in shock as Amber's fist connected with his stomach, sending him flying across the room.
"You stupid fool," Amber snarled, her voice like a beast's growl. "I am thinking of Finn. Why do you think I'm going to kill her?"
Her gaze burned with fury as she stalked towards Franklin, her wings beating wildly, sending debris flying. "I'm going to kill Lyra... for Finn. For his future."
The siblings watched in horror, unsure of what to do as their mother's demon form seemed to grow more twisted and terrifying by the second.
Franklin coughed up a mouthful of blood, his voice weak. "Dear... please... I know you're angry... however... do not let your anger consume you."
Amber's furious gaze locked onto him, her chest heaving with rage. For a moment, her eyes flickered with a glimmer of recognition, but her demon form still seemed to rage out of control.
The siblings watched, holding their breath, as Amber's expression twisted in turmoil.
Amber's voice dropped to a gothic whisper, her words twisting into the ancient tongue of the demons. "Kha'ziren val'kor... Lyra... mori'thak."
The words seemed to echo through the room, dark and menacing. The siblings exchanged uneasy glashes, recognizing the language of the old demons.
Alexander translated softly, his voice barely audible. "She's calling for demon's justice... on Lyra."
Amber's eyes glowed with an otherworldly light as she continued to speak in the demon tongue, her words sending shivers down the spines of her children.
Amber spoke again in the demon tongue: "Zhra'kesh vael Lyra... korvath fala derner fûlê."
The translation hung in the air: if justice isn't served, she will kill her own mother with her own two hands.
The siblings' faces were pale, their eyes fixed on their mother. The weight of her words was crushing.
Franklin pushed himself up, his face bruised and bloodied, and spoke in the demon tongue: "Khael'dorin Amber... zhi'rakesh val'kor... nela korvath ñóve."
The translation hung in the air: my dear, I know you're upset, but don't give her what she wants.
Amber's glowing eyes turned to Franklin, her expression a mixture of fury and anguish. For a moment, her demon form seemed to waver, as if his words had struck a chord.
Amber's voice dropped to a whisper, her words a gentle caress in the demon tongue: "Salute a falaho. Salute a falaho."
The translation hung in the air: my dear, I'm sorry for hurting you.
Franklin's eyes welled up with tears as he took a step forward, his arms open. "Amber..."
The siblings watched, hopeful, as their mother's demon form began to recede, her expression softening into something like regret.
Amber turned to her children, her voice filled with remorse in the demon tongue: "Salute... Zhrakesh vael kor... Nela mori'thak val'dorin."
The translation hung in the air: forgive me my, children. I want to apologize for what I said and what I did.
Her eyes, still glowing with a faint demon light, looked at each of her children, her expression filled with regret. The siblings felt a mix of relief and concern, unsure what would happen next.
Frederick stepped forward, speaking in the demon tongue: "Khael'dorin... zhi'rakesh val'kor... korvath nalea."
The translation hung in the air: we understand, mother, and we forgive you.
Amber's eyes welled up with tears as she looked at her children, her demon form fading further as she began to regain control. The tension in the room slowly dissipated.
Amber's voice was like a gentle breeze as she spoke in the demon tongue: "Salate moon al finyo... Si chumale moro."
Translates to: I want you to start fin strainer from tomorrow, but remember he doesn't know any of this so keep it a secret just let him take his special training heart big boy.
Sophia stepped forward and walked next to Franklin placing her hands on his shoulders. Dad, I shall heal your wounds now."
A warm golden light flooded from Sophia's hands, enveloping Franklin in its gentle glow. His bruises faded, his cuts closed, and his energy began to return. Franklin's eyes fluttered open, and he smiled weakly at Sophia. "Thanks, kiddo... I feel like myself again." 😊