Staring at my hands, I couldn't help but sigh as the tips of my fingers blackened quickly and disappeared again within a blink of an eye.

This whole demon thing was going to be an absolute nightmare to handle, and it didn't help that I was terrified of hurting the only other person I truly cared about.

I lifted my head slowly to stare in the bathroom mirror. I could barely recognise the reflection staring back at me, with sunken eyes and a wild sharpness to everything. The light of the bathroom didn't help either, casting me in a gross yellow light and making me appear more dead like.

It wasn't a secret that whatever was happening to me, was happening quickly. My body ached in a way I had never felt before and everything about myself seemed strange.

Reena was out for the day, giving me an opportunity to find out what kind of thing I was but the exhaustion was winning me over.

For the first time in many days, I had slept apart from Reena. I couldn't quite trust what I was and I definitely didn't want to wake up one morning and find out that I had hurt her somehow throughout the night.

She'd taken the main bed and I had taken the spare room. Glad I had because the mess that awaited me was only another reminder that being around Reena was not safe.

I had ripped apart the fabrics of the bedsheets and pilows, fluff was everywhere and I needed to clean it up before Reena got home.

There was a lot of things I needed to do, but fighting my flight response had taken first priority.

I didn't want to hurt Reena. I didn't want to hurt anyone I cared about. But if I hurt Reena, I knew there was no Heaven for me that could save me from Hell.

So I stared at my lifeless eyes, almost watching the black ink slide across them like I was someone else. My vision barely changing by my eyes blinking and becoming something else entirely.

I took a deep breath and placed my palms flat on the bathroom sink before rolling my shoulders back and listening to the crack.

Almost instantly, my enormous pitch black wings spread out behind me. The bathroom wasn't big enough, with my right wing smacking into the door and curling to accommodate it.

I stared at them for a moment, not recognising the person in the mirror.

There had been a time when all I could wear was half a uniform from the Civil War days. And now, as I stared at my naked torso, wings and black eyes, I realised I missed the waistcoat.

"Loki." A female voice said quietly.

I turned my head to look around the bathroom but couldn't see anyone. Shaking my head in fear I was losing it, a chuckle sounded out before I realised it was coming from outside the bathroom.

My talons encircled the doorhandle before yanking the door open.

A young pretty redhead sat daintily on the edge of Reena's bed. Her hair messy and curly, framing her delicate features. She had wide brown eyes and tilted her head when I emerged from the bathroom.

"Well well. Look at you." She said with a curved smile.

She rose to her feet and looked me over.

"Who are you?" I asked, tense about this whole situation.

"Don't worry. I'm just here to help you through the process. You can call me Ingrid. I am also a Inkling." Ingrid said, her voice light with a touch of Irish to it.

"An Inkling? Wha-"

"It's what I call it. Because our eyes bleed like black ink. I do not know the official term but I sensed your creation and tried to find you. Every time you shift, any Inkling can find you." Ingrid replied as she slid off the bed and walked slowly towards me.

"You're very new, I can smell it. Unfortunately, it doesn't get any better from here. Being an Inkling is like being a school teacher, same boring shit day in and day out." Ingrid replied as she reached out to touch my left wing.

It shuddered at her touch and I watched her closely.

"How did you find me?'

"Sense. All Inkling's can sense their own. If you focus hard enough, you'll feel it like a stone jn your sternum that I am also an Inkling. Try it! Close your eyes and focus on me." Ingrid said with a gentle smile.

I narrowed my eyes at her before slowly sliding them close.

She was right. There was a heavy feeling in my stomach, like a feeling that told me Ingrid was exactly what she said she was.

My eyes snapped open.

"You're a curious case, though. I have never sensed one as powerful as you. The power just radiates off you in waves, like you're holding back." Ingrid added.

"I-" I stuttered.

"All Inkling's have some sort of power, my speciality is healing. Some of us decided to go bad and use their gifts for evil but there are those, like me, that still use them for good." Ingrid explained.

"Ho-how do I know what I have?" I asked, looking down at my hands.

"It's all inner study. Is there anything you feel strong for? Like healing or reading thoughts, emotions? Uh I met an Inkling once that could move things without touching them." Ingrid suggested.

"No-I don't feel any of that." I replied, trying hard to think.

"It's okay. Sometimes it takes some time to gather your strengths. Like I said, you're new, I can sense that."

My head cocked towards the bedroom door, as I heard the front door open and close. I looked back towards Ingrid, only to find she'd disappeared and I frowned at the empty room.

I tried to clear my mind, to return back to my normal self but I could hear Reena walking up the stairs and I gritted my teeth as the door swung open.

Reena stopped in the doorway with her hand held up to her ear. She was obviously on a call and I took a deep breath.

"I'll talk to you later, yeah I gotta go." Reena said into the phone before hanging up.

She placed a bag on her bed and looked back over to me.

"You okay?" She asked worriedly.

I could feel my wings fold back in and my vision cleared up as my body returned back to normal.

"Yeah, no. I'm all good." I lied.