I Dreamt Of Fighting My Demon Brothers

I met strangers who claimed to be my brothers. We all knew our father, but I didn’t know them. We have demon transformation powers, where we turn into purple, red, or black versions of ourselves with spikes, sharp teeth, extremely rage filled and hardened skin. One of the brothers who seems to be more cruel and and hateful uses a knife on me and lacerates my skin. I told him bot to use the knife on me, and so I become angry. He attempts to slice again but I get in close and lift him by his shirt furiously telling him not to do that again. He is so angry with me constantly. As if he hates me or has disdain for me it what I do. He scares me in a way. We all transform and I fight the two of them at once. They’re demon powers are more powerful than my own and they overpower me eventually. I am introduced to more of the family a sister and an aunt. We’re all in the same space, a house with greenery and open walls, working on our own things. Cleaning, laptop whatever it is. The cruel brother says something meanspirited to no one in particular and it enrages me. I yell at him to shut up. And he comes over to me and asks me what I said. I tell him to be quiet and I don’t what to hear him speaking trash. I look him dead in the eye while saying this, my expression one if pure disdain and unyielding. Once he sees this attitude about me he smiles and accepts me. Like that was what he was waiting for. In the dream I got a sense that eventually I would become very close to these brothers, even if now I don’t know them well or even like them much.