"Hey!" Veronica yelled, she flinched when the she-demon turned to look at her. "Crap," she muttered. If Nana was witch, she most of knew some sort of spell. Her mind reeled at thoughts of her childhood, and she felt a surge throughout her body. "Damned to hell, cast off by a witches spell?" She said hesitantly, and saw a flicker from her hand, it stung her slightly. "Dammit." She cursed as the demon advanced on the boy in front of her.