Stephanie took a deep breath as the Fury Demon collapsed and seemingly died, dispelling the pyroplasmic lance and turning towards her husband- physically full of power and brimming with energy, but emotionally exhausted.

She saw the image of the one demon in the guise of her father for a moment. It was a surprisingly hard image to get out of her mind. She remembered how unhesitatingly she'd struck the demon in his mother's guise.

How much of her father's daughter was she?

It made it hard for her to look at Marcelo.