I was awake, finally, but I was still in utmost darkness. My head felt fuzzy, like it was filled with wool, my whole body buzzed with power, power like I had never felt before. 'It's magic' she said. I could only hear her voice, this darkness was too much. 'I can't see' I replied. Then the darkness slowly disappeared and I discovered I was in a room, and from the looks of it, it was a kind of infirmary. 'When you kissed me...' 'I extracted your power, and filled you with mine. It was some sort of exchange. So, now I'm stronger, and you're a demon. Welcome to the club.' She said. 'Wait, what?! I'm a what?' 'A demon' she repeated, with a cold smile. Oh no... 'That darkness... How do you do it?' 'I use Night magic. I'm the only one of my kind. And as for the one who murdered your queen, he uses mimic magic. I guess you know what that means' She said. 'He mimiced my music...' I murmured 'Bravo' 'Why did you help me escape' She gave me a cold gaze 'Look, boy, I'm not an answering machine, if you need answers, find them out yourself. I'm only here because 'he' asked me to fill you in a bit' 'Who is 'he'?' 'None of your concern!' She barked. I need to get out of here, I thought. She turned her back to me, probably ready to leave. That's when I took the antique-looking vase that had been on a table close to me and threw it at her. It hit her right on the head. I flinched, hoping that hadn't caused any permanent damage. I had to leave. Now. I jumped off the bed, opened the door, an