*Author's note: NOT MY PICS! I was just inspired by them*
Her parents were dying, they lay on their deathbed and pleaded for the servants to fetch her from her studies. Being their only child, she meant the world to them, their one precious jewel they were able to find in all of the worlds they lived through. It wasn't very often that a demon got sick and died, but after enough centuries they surely aged and grew susceptable to various things; plus it didn't help that the humans were always inventing new toxins.
Evangeline rushed from her piano lessons to see both her mother and father withering away in their massive ornate bed. They almost got buried in their fluffy comforter, and seem like dolls in shadows in comparison to their curtain drawn four-posted bed. Tear began to flush her eyes to blurred vision, blinking them away she gently placed herself next to her mother and brushed a bit of ashened flame hai