Coldly

Her father lay on the steps, his face peaceful despite the circumstances. Droplets fell from Katarina's eyes, adding to the big red stain on her father's shirt. She felt a hand rest on her shoulder.

"We don't have a moment to waste Kat. We'll come back after. Definitely."

She felt a chill go down her spine and she wiped the away her tears with the back of her hand. A cold fury burned within her and she simply nodded. Not looking back at the bard to reply.

She gently held her father's large hands and placed them on his chest. Next she grabbed her father's hammer and stood it up, large metal part on the ground next to him with the handle standing up, straight and proud.

She stood, snatching her spear from the ground where she had dropped it as she lifted her head up high and looked up towards the top of the stairs.

"Lets go."

Her face was still wet from the tears but she didn't care. There was one thing she needed to do and that was to kill whatever had done this to her father. She made her way up the stairs on light feet skipping the fifth one instinctively as she knew it would creak loudly. There was no creak behind her as Eobard did the same. He was holding his lute now, one hand on the stings to keep them from making any noise.

When she reached the top Katarina strained her ears to see if she could hear movement coming from her parent's bedroom. Unfortunately she knew that the large heavy door would muffle any noise that came from inside and she heard nothing. Readying herself, she held her spear in her right hand, tip pointed towards the door.

Left hand reaching out to the door handle she turned it slowly and pushed.

The door slowly opened with a creak and light spilled out into the hallway from inside the room. The modest bed that was just big enough for two people sat in the middle.

Katarina's eyes had to adjust to the bright light and everything came into focus at once. The room looked just the same as it always did neat and tidy just as her mother likes it. Behind her, music started to pour into her ears filling her with a sense that she could do anything. She felt her heartbeat match the timing of the music, a steady thrum thrum, not too fast but blood and energy flowed through her.

Sitting on the edge of the bed facing Katarina, a demon who looked to be taller than herself was naked. He was extremely lean with scarlet skin and muscles that seemed to stretch his skin. Large curled horns protruded from the sides of his bald head.

Her mother, wearing nothing but a thin see-through shift was as his feet. She was on her knees, her butt sitting on top of her bare feet. Her mother had her lips around the demon's prick, and her wavy red hair swished back and forth as she wantonly moaned around the demon's prick.

The demon looked up and his eyes widened as he seemed to recognise the likeness of Katarina's features to the woman currently sucking his cock.

He smirked.