"Well I'm not a warlock. I don't have any powers at all. Spellie and Biggie only show up to protect me or when I call them out when I'm alone...Where is Spellie?" wondered Eve.
Immediately afterwords, Spellie ran out of the bushes and spoke quickly to the two girls, but mainly Eve.
"Eve... The same group that tried to enslave us are back, with another collar as well," Spellie huffed out.
Eve looks up in shock, no one ever came back after they failed once. She stared at Spellie before looking towards the stranger.
"You better leave if you don't want to see them die. You may hate me and demons even more, but please understand. They will always come for me, they will never stop and my guardians are different from other demons. They will always and forever protect me," Eve bluntly spoke, "Remember what you said if the demons leave, they won't hurt me. What if they capture me only to kill me after telling them that I don't have them anymore or they hurt me since they won't believe me...Spellie!"
At Eve's command, Spellie stood infront of both girls and started his own demoncraft magic. Conjuring a red, hot fireball hovering over his palm, holding a lightning shaped staff and created by lightning in the other, and having the dark orange skies colouring Spellie and facing towards the hostile group that would be coming soon, making him look like the demon he is...in order to protect his keeper and her mildly annoying companion.
"I'm ready, Eve!" Spellie growled out.
"I always wanted to feel love from another, you could've been a sister I never had...I'm sorry," whispered Eve as she started to tear up and she hugged the girl for two seconds before letting go and replying, 'You should leave...sister...'
Eve then walked towards Spellie's feet and looked towards the direction the group would be coming from, and not looking back.