Demonic Saviour

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Alright, this is my second attempt at producing a fic but let me warn you first, if you can't stand reading fics that are dark in tone and plot-line then don't read this. There are some happy moments but those are far and few in between. Another thing, this is set in the world of Charmed but I'm not focusing on the Charmed Ones. Anyway, I hope you'll like this one better than my last.

Chapter 1

Selene’s child was blinking curiously up at her from its crawling on the craggy cavern floor, its blue eyes full of innocence and wonder. Selene smiled at it in pleasure, kneeling down in front of it and gazing at it with utmost reverence. Selene was a fire demon but she was also feared as one of the greatest fighters and a ruthless killer the Underworld had ever seen, also the most beautiful female demon to live with features that would radiate a heavenly beauty if it were not marred by the pure unholy evil lurking in her breath-taking azure irises yet that didn’t hinder her seductive countenance. This reputation certainly was true yet when it came to two particular…demons her manner altered astonishingly. She scooped her daughter up in her arms, holding her lovingly-well, as much love as a demon could love-and stood up, rocking her gently. This child was the symbol of the love she and Raynor shared and she would take great pride in teaching the child how to kill, the enjoyment of killing an innocent or witch and best of all, if she or Raynor perished before they got a shot at killing the Charmed Ones, her child would be stand at least a fair chance to finishing what they started.
“Selene?” Raynor whispered as he sidled up beside her, wrapping her arms around her waist and kissing her lightly. “I’ve got great news. Remember the house you wanted for us? Well I cleared it out. Now it’s all ours.”
A joyful spark lit up the beautiful fire demon’s features and she grinned at him ecstatically, “Oh Raynor, you are the best. What would I do without you?”
“I’m sure you’d have killed the owners in your own unique, creative way,” He said, a smirk lining his handsome face. “Now come on, let’s move in before the mortals find it empty.”
“Wait, what about our child? We still haven’t named her,” Selene told him.
“Hmmm…what about Callen?” He asked.
Selene smiled malevolently, kissing him on the lips affectionately. “Perfect.” She looked down at her daughter and said. “Did you hear that my little demon? Your name is Callen.”
Her child only gazed up at her innocently, giggling as Selene picked her up and blew a raspberry against her cheek.
“Let’s go then,” Raynor shimmered out with her and their newly named daughter Callen.
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17 years later…

“Why don’t you want me to come with you?” Selene demanded angrily, her hands shaking with controlled rage.
“Because if I fail, then you can carry on the mission,” Raynor said impatiently, knocking her hand off his wrist harshly.
“What are you arguing about?” An innocent voice asked.
They both spun around, Selene having already raised her hand to throw an already formed fireball and Raynor wielding an energy ball. Raynor squashed his energy ball as he saw who the owner of the voice was and Selene’s fireball faded in her hand. Callen was standing at the living room doorway with a scorched, burned lizard in her hand though she didn’t realize it was dead, wearing a soccer outfit which Selene had stolen from a dead young girl, whom she had killed beforehand. She was looking from one to the other, a worried and confused look on her 4-year old face.
“Nothing, nothing Callen,” Selene shook her head.
“Look, Selene, I’ve got a plan and I talked about it with you. Promise me you will do what I asked you to,” Raynor turned his attention back to his love, his face honest and earnest.
Selene bit her lip and then sighed, meeting his eyes. “Just get out of there if anything goes wrong okay?”
“You got it and I’ll bring you back something…nice,” He chuckled, smiling meaningfully, an evil glint in his dark green eyes.
“Don’t kill yourself over it,” Selene smiled.
“I won’t,” Raynor nodded. He walked over to Callen and knelt down in front of his daughter. “Hey, Daddy’s going away but only for a short time. So don’t go bothering your mum about where I am.”
“I won’t,” The little girl obeyed dutifully. “Where are you going Daddy?”
“I have to do something for work,” He chortled and ruffled the girl’s blonde hair roughly. “I’ll see you later kiddo.”
He shimmered out. Callen watched him go with curiosity, glancing over at her mother. “Can I do that mummy? Other people can’t”
Selene sighed, walking over to her daughter and guiding her gently to the couch. “Of course you can and the sooner you learn how to fight the sooner you can do what you were born to do.”
“Are you going to be teaching me?” Callen asked though she didn’t sit down on the velvet couch.
“No, mummy’s got other business to do.” Selene replied, a demonic smile playing about her lips. She turned around as a tall, blond man dressed in black clothing strode into the room. He had honest blue eyes and rugged, polished features. He was also sporting a wicked looking athame which he wielded with great care and grinning evilly.
“Callen, this is Leon. He’s going to be your teacher. Treat him nicely,” Selene smirked ironically at those last few words. “And listen and do everything he says.”
Callen nodded with the innocence and blind trust only a child could inhabit.
“Good girl. I’ll be back later dear,” Selene kissed her daughter. She threw Leon a threatening look, out of view from Callen and warned, “Make sure you do everything I asked you to and if you don’t then you know what I’ll do.”
Leon gulped visibly and nodded, “Of course Selene.”
The fire demon shimmered out in a ball of flames and Callen asked her new mentor, gazing at him inquisitively. “Are you like us?”
Leon, who had breathed an instant sigh of relief when Selene had flamed out, was confused at first, then comprehension dawned across his face and he smiled at her, disguising the true demon he was. “Yes, yes I am and I’m going to teach you how to use your powers.”
“Powers?” Callen repeated in wonder.
“Yes, your powers.”

7 years later...

“No!” Selene screamed as Raynor burst into flames before her eyes.
It was a pitch black night and the fire demon had been lurking out of sight near another building, watching the whole battle transpire in a lamplight-lit scene and staying out of the way on Raynor’s orders. She had watched the Charmed Ones fling their powers at him only to have the powers bounce back at them and Raynor was on the verge of victory when the youngest one had procured a potion out of nowhere when his attention had been on the injured oldest one, and then it had been too late. Her scream of warning had come too late and now all that was left of her beloved was a scorch mark on the pavement. Selene roared a terrible roar of rage and the Charmed Ones swung towards her roar. In that one split second Selene knew she had made a fool’s mistake and alerted the witches to her presence. She had that split second to decide whether to stay and fight or flame out and flee. She chose neither. Instinct saved her from ending up like her beloved Raynor. She flamed out not a second too late as the middle one flung her hands up to explode her and blew up the car behind her instead. The instant she re-appeared she fired a wild barrage of fireballs at the witches only to have them zooming back at her through the oldest one’s powers and winged a scorching stream of fire at them before flaming out again, this time for good.
She was in a fearsome rage when she teleported inside the luxurious manor and nearly vanquished a terrified Leon in her haste.
“Where’s my daughter?” Selene snarled.
“Watching TV, she wanted to see something,” Leon said nervously.
Selene stared at him incredulously and she whispered, forming a fireball in her hand, “Are you a demon or not?”
“Y-yeah,”
“Then you should be doing what I asked you to. Not reducing my daughter to a mere mortal,” Selene growled.
“I’m sorry!” He cried in panic as the fireball increased in size.
“Sorry’s not good enough,” Selene said coldly. The demon decided to leave at that moment but Selene swung the fireball at him, vanquishing him on the spot.
“Mummy, what was that?”
Selene whirled around to meet a terrified Callen. The 6-year old girl was rooted to the kitchen entrance, staring at her mother with fear mixed with confusion, having just seen the demon explode in a fiery inferno of flames.
“What did you just do to him?”
“Oh honey, I’m so sorry you had to see that but Leon was a bad, bad man and I just sent him to a place where he can’t hurt anyone anymore,” Selene said soothingly. “Come here Cal.”
The girl seemed unable to move, seemingly unconvinced. And scared.
“Callen, it’s okay. I promise you, Leon is alright,” Selene continued to reassure her, the memory of Raynor’s death still burning in her mind. Her face was a lying mask of sincerity.
Callen took a hesitant step forwards and then slowly but eventually surely, moved up to her mother who embraced her warmly. She stroked her daughter’s long, blonde hair and whispered with hatred in her refined features, “I promise you, everything’s going to be okay.

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“Mum, can’t I go out?” Callen pleaded, dropping to her knees. “Mum, please, I’m begging you! This is really important!”
“Don’t beg me Callen,” Her mother said reprovingly, glaring down at her disdainfully.
“Okay fine, sorry,” She stepped up to her feet. “But this is a really important night for me and you can’t not let me go.”
“Honey, you can go out with your boyfriend any time you want but I need you here for this tonight. It’s very, very important as well, for you.” Selene wasn’t balking.
“Yeah, that’s right, because your daughter learning how to cook a dinner for your friends is more important than your daughter going out on her first date with the boy she’s had a crush on for six years,” Callen retorted sarcastically.
“Yes, it is actually,” Selene reprimanded her with a stern, menacing glare.
Callen nearly backed down under that glare but she had grown used to it and just grumbled, “Fine, you know what, I can get out using magic, I don’t need your permission.”
She stormed past her before she could say or utter another word, up the stairs, into her bedroom, shut the door with an angry slam and locked it, crossing over to her desk where her unfinished piece of artwork for the art school she attended rested. Callen sighed, running her hand over the smooth, dark lines on the paper and crossed over to her bed, hopping down onto her patch-work quilt lightly and lay down, staring up at the ceiling. Absent-mindedly, she conjured up a fireball and began to throw it up and down, its flames illuminating the ceiling as it neared it precariously. Callen fumed in her bed, muttering darkly, “Wait until I move out of the house, then I can do whatever I want. The one thing I’ve ever wanted in my life and she doesn’t let me!”
It was true. Callen had always obeyed Selene’s orders and done whatever she had asked her to, whether it be working on her acrobatic skills or practicing with her weapons although she had admit even she found those things a little strange. Nobody else she knew-granted, not many people-had anything even close to those hobbies. She had been deprived of school life because her mother was a school teacher and she assumed the people she did know were not witches like her. She had been taught from a young age that weapon skills were essential to a witch’s training to survive in this demon-ridden world, along with the ability to use powers effectively. She had done that, she had finished and not once had she ever disobeyed a command that her mother had given her so why in hell’s name couldn’t she let her go on the most important date she will ever have with her officially first boyfriend?
The anger at the injustice of it all fueled her fireball so that when she finally flung the fireball at the wall opposite her in fury the impact caused it to explode with much more intensity and power than usual, leaving a large glaring black burn mark.
“Callen?” Selene called, opening her door at that precise moment.
“Yes?” She said grudgingly after a short moment as she sat up, faintly guilty of the damage she had done.
Selene closed the door behind her, her eyes flicking to the burn mark. Callen braced herself for it…but it never came. Selene smiled in a strange sort of way and as she glanced at her daughter, there was understanding in her dark blue eyes. “You’re not going to get in trouble Cal. In fact, if anything, this is a good sign.”
“What?” Callen stared at her in amazement. She always punished her whenever she did something wrong but she wasn’t punishing her for nearly blowing a hole in the wall?
“It shows you’ve been learning and I’ve decided to postpone the meeting for tomorrow instead,” Selene nodded approvingly, a flash of excitement darting across her face.
Callen felt as if she had landed in the twilight zone. What was she so excited about? She asked, “Why aren’t I in trouble?”
“You’re a growing witch Callen and growing witches need space to use their powers,” Selene said, turning around.
“What about Ronnie?” Callen hardly dared to believe she had escaped punishment. “Oh you can go out with him tonight,” Selene told her.
“Really?”
“Yes, just make sure you’re home before midnight,” Selene warned, her hand resting on the door. She pushed it back open and disappeared outside, leaving a thoroughly stunned Callen sitting on her bed.

It was a perfect night for moonlit walk. The stars, strewn across the black-bluish empyrean like thousands of glittering white sparkles, twinkled brightly and the luminous moon bathed the streets and houses in a pale glow. Callen wouldn’t have liked it any other way. The young fire demon was strolling along down the street, hand in hand with her boyfriend Ronnie. Ronnie had been her friend ever since she had joined the art school and slowly, ever so slowly, their relationship had progressed into love but she hadn’t ever told him about her heritage. They had pretty similar backgrounds though as Ronnie had lost a parent at a young age as well and he had been home schooled until high school. He had warm blue eyes and curly red hair and being fun, romantic and sweet were the qualities which attracted her.
“Hey, Cal, look,” He said softly, gesturing to a shooting star in the sky.
“Do you believe in them?” Callen asked, her eyes following the star’s path.
“I believe that things come true for people who deserve it,” Ronnie replied, his eyes smiling at her.
“So make a wish, hurry, it’s almost gone.”
Callen’s heart beat a little faster as she made the wish and she said quietly, smiling back at him, “Done.”
“You have a beautiful smile, do you know that?” Ronnie said, brushing back a few red strands of hair from her face.
Callen blushed and she murmured, “Thanks. Come on, we’ve still got a little way to go and mum’s going to be furious if I don’t get home on time.”
Ronnie nodded understandingly, “Same with mine. You’d think when we’re already 17, they would trust us with something like this but I guess they think we’re going to run off and escape the country together huh?” He said jokingly.
“Or get married,” Callen laughed and then she pushed him lightly, her blue eyes sparkling with playfulness as she darted away. “Come on Ron, race you back to your house!”
“Hey, come back here, you little cheater!” Ronnie chuckled, racing after her.
Callen’s long auburn hair flowed behind her as her feet pounded the pavement and a joyful feeling was threatening to burst inside her. She couldn’t believe she was out here with her boyfriend! She was the happiest girl in the world right now and she felt as if she could do anything. At first, nervousness and butterflies had taken residence in her stomach because this was being with her best friend on a whole new level and a maelstrom of questions had swirled around in her brain. She had been nervous, excited, dreading, exuberant and restless all at once but the night had gone without a hitch.
There was nothing in the world that could wreck it. Then she stopped dead in her tracks as she saw something that would stay with her forever.
Ronnie’s house was a one-storey house and it had no neighbours save her house for miles so the only people who would be around at this time was Ronnie’s family but sometimes Selene and her would come visit. Apparently, this was one of those times except Selene wasn’t visiting. Instead, she was laughing horribly as she was setting the house on fire.
Callen stood rooted to the spot as the fire tore ravenously through the wood, illuminating the building in a fiery inferno, frozen in horrified shock and not believing her eyes but as Selene sent another jet of scorching fire into one of the open windows, she choked out as if questioning the terrible realism of it all, “M-mum?”
Callen’s heart plunged dreadfully as Selene turned around in alarm because that proved this was real. She was broken from her trance and instinctively threw up her hand to extinguish the flames. She had learnt many years ago how to manipulate her mother’s fire if it wasn’t at its greatest and concentrating hard, she pictured the flames sputtering as if an invisible coil had been wrapped around them, squeezing the life out of the flames. Slowly, they seemed to lessen.
“Stay away from this child!” Selene snarled, her eyes flashing red.
Callen was too shell-shocked and horrified to answer. Then a scream of pain echo through the night. It was Ms Banner!
“Callen, what…holy crap, what the hell is going on?” Ronnie jogged up beside her. He stared at his burning house in horror and his face turned white. “Oh god, mum,” Ronnie whispered.
“Ronnie, get out of here,” Callen’s scrambled brain seemed to be only able to form those words as concern for her boyfriend kicked into her numb mind.
“Mum! Mum, I’m coming!” Ronnie shouted, running towards the raging inferno which was his house.
“No!” Callen screamed, breaking out of her paralysis. Before she could do anything though, Selene flamed out and flamed back in front of her daughter, halting her dash.
“RONNIE!” Callen’s brain told her that this shouldn’t be happening, that to go after Ronnie would be in vain. Her mother’s powers were more powerful than hers and she wouldn’t be able to vanquish the flames before Selene added more but she couldn’t think rationally right now because her world was crashing to her ears all around her.
“Uh uh, don’t be a bad girl Callen,” Her mother smiled and Callen stumbled back, staring in horror. That smile was cruel, sardonic…evil. Why hadn’t she ever seen that before?
“Why…why are you doing this mum?” Callen whispered, tears stinging her eyes. This couldn’t be happening. This…she nearly fell as the world seemed to swim in and out of focus for a second before her eyes.
“I’ll explain that all back at the house dear, just watch the show with me hmm?” Selene replied.
“So you’re just…killing them for no reason?” Callen’s voice was trembling violently. Her mother had always taught her that there always had to be a valid reason for violence.
Past her mother she saw Ronnie take a deep breath and then plunge into the fire. His torturous screams were something which would haunt her for the rest of her life.
“Yeah, best time I’ve had in years,” Selene nodded, a sick smile on her face.
“No…Ronnie,” Callen cried. She staggered towards the blazing fire, paying no heed of Selene. The noise of the flames devouring the building drowned out any noise that might’ve occurred. Then she heard Selene’s voice.
“It’s too late honey, you can’t save them,” Selene said calmly.
Murderous rage flared inside her and she glared at her ‘mother’ with a look of utmost loathing. “I’m going to kill you! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! YOU KILLED THE ONLY PERSON I’VE EVER LOVED!”
“I’m hurt Cal, don’t you love me, your own mother?” Selene smirked.
“You’re not my mother,” Callen spat.
“I’m a demon love and that’s what we do, we kill. Now I think we’d better get out of here before the authorities arrive,” Selene stated.
Callen felt as if she’d had a blow to the head and didn’t protest as Selene grabbed her and flamed out with her in tow.

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“And don’t you dare run away because if you do then I’ll find you and just bring you back here,” Selene warned as she slammed Callen’s bedroom door shut-with her inside it.
Callen was numb all over with sadness and shock.
The scenes kept replaying over and over again in her mind and she could barely feel the quilt beneath her body as she just stared blankly at the wall for a moment, sitting on the foot of her bed and still absorbing all she had just been told. In just the short period of five minutes her life had been shaken and ripped apart then scattered all over the ground ruthlessly. Everything she had been told was a lie. Selene was a demon, her father was a demon…a demon, not witches and that meant she…she was, Callen swallowed back a sob, blinking back tears furiously. But they wouldn’t be prevented. As she thought of Ronnie her hands clenched into fists unconsciously and hot angry tears spilled down her cheeks.
The sobs racked through her body and she lowered her head in her hands, crying, shaking and trembling. She didn’t know how long she cried for but she fell asleep that way, curled up on her bed and crying to sleep. The pain in her heart was nearly unbearable.
Ronnie was gone…
It was all because of her…
It was…
It was her fault…

The next morning, or afternoon as she saw it was saw her feeling something poking her very sharply.
“Quit it,” She mumbled sleepily, not registering where she was at the moment.
The poking became sharper and more painful. Then in an instant the memories of last night played like a movie across her mind. Hot angry tears started to form in her eyes as an image of the face of a smiling but flame-enveloped Ronnie surfaced. She faintly registered that the poking had ceased so it must’ve been Selene who had been doing it but didn’t care at all at the moment.
“Ironic isn’t it? Ronnie died from flames and what are you my daughter, but a fire demon?” Selene’s mocking, callous words sparked her fury and without thinking, Callen spun around and tackled her mother to the floor ungracefully. She had been trained how to use these techniques so it wasn’t as ungracefully as a normal random tackle would have been but right now Callen wasn’t thinking about how smooth or fluid it appeared, only intent on throttling every single bit of Selene she could find.
“I hate you!!! I hate you!!!!” Callen screamed as she wrestled with her mother on the floor, tears streaming down her face.
“They’re just words honey, just words that don’t mean anything to me,” Selene laughed, pushing her daughter’s hands away easily.
“Don’t call me that, you liar!” Callen snarled, and this time her fist found its mark; right in the nose.
The sound of snapping bone pierced the air and Selene’s smile vanished. Her right knee found Callen’s ribcage but by sheer luck, she didn’t break it. Instead, Callen fell off her, clutching her bruised bones as she lay on her side and gasping. Selene pushed herself to her feet, her nose a bloody mess and her face seeming inhuman and monstrous.
“If you ever do anything like that again I will make your life so miserable you will plead for death before long,” Selene snarled ominously with blood pooling down the front of her shirt.
“I’ll welcome it, it’s better than living with you,” Callen wheezed with pure loathing in her watery eyes.
“Better? We’ll see,” Selene spat, gazing down at her daughter with nothing but disgust and regret. “You could’ve been so much more. It was living here in this mortal world which softened you, made you useless and spineless. I should never have moved into this house or left the Underworld but I’ve always had a taste for grand things.”
“What else have you been lying about?” Callen whispered after a stunned silence. She was perfectly still, staring down at the floor unseeingly.
“You really want to know child?” An amused smile was stretching across her lips.
“Tell me,” Callen said hollowly.
Selene didn’t respond but frowned a little instead. She squatted down beside Callen, tilting her head curiously at her daughter. “No fighting? No running away? No trying to kill me anymore?”
No answer.
“Okay then, don’t go anywhere. I have to go wash this mess off my face,” Selene smiled. She vanished in a burst of flames, not noticing her flames char Callen’s clothing and left arm. Callen remained exactly where she was. The pure horrible truth of this whole ordeal had struck home and she felt as if all her short-lived strength had deserted her with Selene flaming out. Her life…she had been living her entire life in a world based purely on lies…
“Callen! Cal!”
Callen blinked. Was that someone calling her name?
“Cal!” Her breath caught in her throat and without hesitation, without thinking, she leapt to her feet.
No, no, no, no! That was Kiera calling her to come down with her to go their art school and if she didn’t get out of here before Selene answered her call before Callen…goddess help her, she didn’t want her best friend dead. All thoughts of teleportation by fire escaped her brain as she rushed out of the door at full speed. She nearly toppled down the spiral staircase in her haste but then her training kicked in and she fled down with the speed of a cheetah and swiftness of a dancer down the stairs, with agility.
“Are you alright Mrs Douglas?” She heard Kiera ask with concern.
Oh no! That meant Selene was already…goddess please let her be okay…please…Callen launched herself from the stairs eight steps before the landing, nearly tumbling over in her haste but she managed to remain on her two feet.
“Yes dear, I just got into a little spat last night with…someone,” Selene was saying.
“Did you call the cops? That person shouldn’t have gotten away with it!” Kiera sounded shocked. Oh, if only she knew…
“No,” Selene sighed. “But it’ll be alright.”
“Hey Cal, ready to go?” Kiera had just seen her entering the main hallway.
Callen’s eyes were on Selene though and she saw the message in her eyes: Tell her anything and I kill her. A tension seemed to spring up between the two and neither one moved for a moment. Then the young fire demon walked past her mother, her face stony and her dark blue eyes like cold sapphires of steel. She noticed that her mother had changed her blood-stained top. She gently pushed her friend out of the door, out of Selene’s sight and glanced back over her shoulder at her mum for one last word.
“If you do that I’ll kill you,” Callen said so quietly that only her mother could hear it.
Somehow saying that to her own mother didn’t alarm or shock her, not even in the least.
Callen turned her back on Selene and disappeared outside, taking care to slam the door as atrociously loudly as she could behind her.