We all walk into the room. My demon sister, Izzy, and my mortal sister, Zera, and I, the angel Harah.

"Ladies, casual wear, please? My body is hurting from all this armor." Izzy asks. "Sure." Zera and I agree. Izzy and I are able to magically switch to our casual clothes so we sit down across from each other. A couple minutes pass and Zera finally sits down in the middle.

"So, you two, how's life?" I ask. "It's okay... I guess." Zera shrugs. "...Fine..." Izzy says quickly. I can sense some lying in her words that were also slightly venomous.

"....A-And you?" Zera asks me uncomfortably, forcing a smile. "It's alright." I say honestly, "Exhausting, really..." "I'm sure it is. You do so much, everyday, without thinking." She looks at me with hatred and tries to cover the stinging words, directing them only toward me. "What?" I snap at her. "Nothing..." She says.

Zera clears her throat to catch our attention. "Ahem! Well... Okay, that's great!" She forces another smile, "How about we change the subject?" Both Izzy and I stay silent. It was a few quick moments before Zera spoke again. "I'm trying, you know? I try hard... But you two never get along." She says, looking at both of us, "What's so wrong with loving one another?" I look at her like she's crazy. "I'm an ANGEL, she's a DEMON!" I say while raising my voice a bit.

"SO WHAT?!" She screams at me, obviously she's had enough with dealing with our problems as sisters and mortal enemies. "We're all family here!" She says desperately. "Quiet, human. You don't know anything." Izzy snaps at her. Zera looks at her with offence in her eyes, "Do I not?" She questions. "You don't." Izzy says back.

Zera takes a few moments to breathe. "....Well fine then... It seems I'm unwelcome here." She stands up and gathers her belongings, "I'll just leave then. I'll leave you two alone so you can work out your problems by yourselves!" The door slams shut as Zera screams curse words throughout the house into her room.

"Whatever..." Izzy says without a care. I bet she doesn't even give a damn about what she just did to our sister. "That was rude." I say to her, "Why do you always do this?" "Do what?" "YOU KNOW WHAT!" I shout. "Always hurting others just so you don't have to talk about your problems, our problems. You create disaster for others. You even hurt your own sister! I can't believe someone so vile is actually in my family."

"I bet you'd rather have me be disowned, huh? Yeah, real saint-like..." She scoffs at me. "I never said I was a saint!" I yell in defense. She looks at me in disbelief before changing her expression to angry. "Yeah, yeah..." She says, words full of poison, "I don't care. I'm leaving, too. Don't contact me." She says and snaps her finger. Black smoke surrounds her and her clothes. The smoke disappears and I'm left alone. I gather all my stuff and head to my room to pray.