A Demonic beast?

A dull ache pounded in my skull, and my limbs felt like they were weighed down by stones. My fingers twitched against the soft sheets, and when I tried to move, a sharp pain shot through my body. The air smelled of medicine, faint incense, and something familiar—something warm.

"Ceceilia…!"

Mother's voice trembled, thick with relief. I turned my head slightly, my vision still hazy, and saw her sitting beside me, hands clasped tightly together as if she were praying. Tears glistened in her eyes, and behind her, Father stood with one hand resting on her shoulder, his expression grim.

Lora, Tristian, and Theodore were all there too. As my eyes fluttered open fully, they stepped closer.

"Sweetheart, do you feel alright?" Mother asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I groaned, my head throbbing like someone had taken a hammer to it. "Maybe…"

Father exhaled deeply, rubbing his temple before glancing over his shoulder. "Please check on her."