"Listen to me, Queen," the witch Beth began to say. "You have the power of a Demon. It will yield no good to you. With the dark power in you, you can never yield or give out goodness to others. You will only end up making the people around you suffer. Do you really want to do that?"
"I have a vision," Ivy clasped her hands together and held her chin up as she said that. She didn't want to let go of her pride and show any weakness. "My vision was to bring goodness. Even if my powers are dark—I'll give out the light that will make others shine."
Beth sneered at her words. "You can do nothing. Expect to bring pain to others. We are asking you one last time. Give away your powers."
"No," she shook her head. "They belong to me now. I won't give away the gift I got from you."
"Fine," they bo
