The Calling of Destiny: Twisted Realities
From the thoughts of Rylea Sanada:
How can this be? I just keep thinking that soon I'll wake up from this nightmare that I've found myself stuck in now --- but somehow, somewhere, deep down I know I won't. It doesn't seem fair to me, or real to me for that matter. Why do I have to be cursed in two ways? First, I find out that I'm going to become the next Wildfire from my father and now... Now I find out that I'm some kind of a demon? No I take that back. I'm not just some kind of a demon --- I'm the Goddess of Night, an ancient demoness who was hell bent on taking over the mortal world. The Goddess who tried to take over the mortal world twice. Well... I only tried to take it over once out of the two times, but that was because of her! But all that aside, I'm still a demon and always will be. No amount of saving the world is ever going to change that.
Sirous. He's to blame for that. He killed, no I take that back, he murdered my mother in cold blood just so that he could turn me and have some prophecy that the Supreme had thought up play its self out. He had this whole little scheme planned out from the very beginning and I was just a pawn in it. A pawn that played into his little game just like he had wanted me to.
Something went wrong, though, the night he had tried to turn me and it might have been the only thing that saved me ---gave me a little bit more time to kill until the inevitable happened anyway. Instead of turning into a half demon or hybrid as they're called in the demon world, right then and there like I was supposed to --- I turned eleven years later, on my birthday to be exact. Turned into the one thing that Sirous had hoped I would... A full fledge demon Goddess. A pissed off demon Goddess who wanted not only revenge on the Ronins who had sealed her away, but to take over the mortal world as well.
It still makes my skin crawl even to this day when I think about it. I can still feel that cold, icy power grip my every sense as its evil flowed through me. Can still feel its evil, dark powers wrap around and pull my entire soul within in its cloak of darkness. What disgusts me the most is that I liked it. I liked, no, loved that feeling of power that over came me. I loved being in control and knowing that no one could stop me even if they wanted to. I loved knowing that I was stronger than the Supreme, knowing that I was the ruler of the demon and mortal realm, the true ruler and everyone would bow at my feet. Those thoughts that ran through my mind were what scared and disgusted me all at the same time.
What if I turn again? That's the one question that races through my mind all the time; the one thing that I worry constantly about. I worry that one day maybe I will turn and that'll be it. Everyone I care about will die and the mortal world will be mine to have and control. No one, not even the Supreme themselves, could stop me from getting what I want ---and if they can't stop me then my friends and family won't be able to stop me either.
It's a burden that I carry with me everyday. Sometimes the cravings and urges get to be so bad that I want to give in to that other side to just stop the pain that comes with staying in control. I want to just stop fighting it and give up. Then I think about my family and friends, all the people I would be condemning to death and I hold strong. This is my curse. This is my life. No longer do I have to just worry about graduating from high school, but now I have the added pressure of staying in control of that evil side of me.
Now here's where it gets twisted, wickedly twisted. Not only am I a demon who was once also an ancient demoness reincarnated and has the chance of becoming once again, but I'm also the leader of the Roninettes. I still have my Wildfire armor ---or at least everyone says I do. I have yet to don the armor myself. I don't even think I can. Let's think about that for a second here. Why would an armor that's meant to do good in the world let someone like me who is half of what it's supposed to fight against, wield it? It wouldn't. Ok, let's be real here. I will never be able to bear it, but no one wants to admit it because if I can't --- who else will wear the armor of Wildfire?
Everyone seems to be just over looking the fact that I'm half of what we're supposed to be fighting. I'm half their enemy, I mean, come on! I just think they don't want to believe it. I don't blame them though ---I don't want to believe it either. It's almost like if I actually say that I am or believe that I am, then it all becomes real to me. Somehow by not admitting that I am what I am, then I'm not. If I don't admit it to my self and choose not to believe it, then I'm not really the Goddess of Night and a hybrid.
But I can't run from it. I can't over look it or pretend it doesn't exist. It does. This is who I am; I'm half the evil and the good in the world ---I'm the real threat to everyone and the world its self. This is my destiny ---I just have to choose the outcome of it. I can either be Rylea of Wildfire, a force of good in the world or I can be Rylea, Goddess of Night and bringer of the end of the world. It's up to me to choose... But will I choose the right one in the end?...