The last time I was here is when my father was about to give me my punishment, to be thrown on Earth without any powers. I would live as a mortal, just like them, and face whatever would come. I kept sending prayers, hoping that they would take me back – that my father would decide to end my punishment and realize how awful it really was, but that never came. Before I would do anything just to be back here, but when I take a look around now, it just gives me this empty feeling, like I don't really belong or fit here. The faces I have grown familiar to recognize are looking at me with their brows furrowed, and in their eyes, you can see the disappointment. They probably know everything – I'm together with a demon. In front of me is my parents, who have been discussing my being as if I'm n

