"Can't catch me~!" Attika teased her friends as she floated around the corner and up the stairs.
"Hey, flying's not fair!" Beryl shouted after her, with a cohort of demonic siblings, six in total, chasing after Attika's tail.
For a ten-year-old, Attika was considered precocious in magic and immature in everything else. Why did she have to be serious when she was so much more capable than almost everyone? But her parents - all eleven and a half of them - insisted she play with her siblings, half-siblings, and friends when she wasn't studying or meditating with her dad. Or getting disappointed sighs from her mom for not being a big, muscley demon by now.
Her favorite game was hide-and-seek, but with everyone chasing after her because no one person would stand a chance. Also, it got everyone running around the manor, which played havoc with her parents.
But her parents weren't home today.
