It was a comfort to have Syn with her. She never spoke of her parents because they were vile beings with foul views and a twisted perception of the world. It was by some stroke of luck that she hadn't adopted their disposition for cruelty, which seemed to grow and fester over time. While they neglected her as a child, they became exceedingly violent in the last decade. After refusing to uphold their legacy and attend their disgraceful academy, they nearly disowned her. The thought that she might come around one day clearly lingered as her father attempted to tempt the demon with his corrupt values. She could tell that her guardian was growing agitate by the tension in her features. Mina could understand some hostility, but they were merely having a conversation-- although a tense one-- when Syn lowered his shields and blasted them back. Like rag dolls they crumbled to the ground under the immense pressure of his energy. A network of cracks spread in the marble floors from the impact. "Syn,<i> no</i>!" She tried, her voice unable to penetrate the sound of his words as he transformed.<br/><br/>He was like another being entirely while his black skin and sharpened claws, his tail and crimson eyes glowing blood red now. His power would great and his intentions were good and noble, but he didn't realize what he was doing . . . To her. It was a delayed reaction, and for a foolish moment she believed that she would be protected inside his shield, but her parents' hold on her was too strong-- even though she had grown in power herself.<br/><br/>She could taste the metallic tang of blood in her mouth. Her bones ached fiercely, felt as though they might fracture and splinter. Mina sank to the ground, trying to slow her collision with the hard floor by gripping the island ledge. She sputtered and coughed, blood pooling in her mouth. Droplets dotted the pristine white marble before her chest started burning, the sting making her wince and curl into a ball. The material of her nightie stained red, the points mimicking the claw marks that punctured her father's chest. Though her parents were grimacing and struggling against the Syn's hold, they were slowly composing themselves despite their disheveled appearance. A cold, callous laugh escaped her mother and a sick smile appeared on her father's tips. His perfect white teeth were soaked in his own blood.<br/><br/>"How sensitive and thin-skinned you must be to let words inspire you to violence." He said mockingly. "If you haven't already noticed, we share a special little bond with our Wilhelmina. I won't trouble you complex details, but I will tell you that if we don't heal she won't heal. You want to see her well, don't you? As your soon to be<i>mate</i>. Can't you see you're hurting her?" He smirked. "But you're right. I do have something to say to<i>my</i>daughter." He shifted his gaze. "Dearest Wilhelmina, congratulations on summoning a Demon Lord. He is an impressive specimen, though his emotions rule him and his actions have exposed his weaknesses. We are so very proud. Now, tell your demon to release us before he does further damage."