Chapter 1: 'The Devil's Sacrifice'
Disclaimer: All the characters belong to their rightful owners. (I'll use one disclaimer for the whole story)
Warning: This story is dark themed. It will have controversial content. Again, there is obsessive love. So, if you're not comfortable with that, don't read. Again, over time characters would grow, I promise that.
The actual story starts from the Chapter 2, this is just background story.
The town of Mystic Falls had always been considered a very odd place. And not just because it was cursed and abandoned almost a century ago when a group of allegedly dangerous witches and warlocks were burnt alive by a mob but also because some open-minded people could still hear the chilling chanting of spells and agonized cries of help as if someone was being subjected to cruel barbaric torture. It had been said that the witches and warlocks never died: instead they attained immortality when they were killed.
Everyone thought of these rumors as a myth, yet they stayed away as far from Mystic Falls as they could get - including the Gilberts, a recognized and respected family who lived fairly near Mystic Falls. Dr. Grayson Gilbert (being a practical man) didn't believe in supernatural legends or creatures - but his wife did. Miranda was a researcher. She had an obsession with supernatural shows and stories about witchcraft. Secretly, she believed it and was fascinated with this theory.
During her maternal leave, she would spend all day reading about mythical creatures, dark witchcraft, their connection with Mystic Falls, their history. Their boundless power and their mystery mesmerized her. Dr. Gilbert always took her hobby for a childish obsession and never stopped her investigations.
One weekend, Dr. Gilbert left for a conference leaving her alone at house. Bored, Miranda decided to take a trip to the abandoned town simply out of curiosity.
She had barely crossed the barrier when her sixth sense tickled a warning. For the first time since she began her journey, she felt fear. Quickly, she turned the car around and rushed back to the safety of her house, still feeling as if she was being watched. But as days passed, she forgot all about the frightening experience at Mystic Falls.
After due time, just a few days before her delivery, Miranda miscarried. She and her husband were devastated as they had been really excited to be having a sweet little baby. But time heals all wounds and a year later, the couple were expecting again. Sadly, she miscarried for a second time.
The couple tried once more and were so glad when they found out they were expecting for a third time. This time around, Miranda was extra careful - so careful that she took some 'extra steps'. With the knowledge of all her research, she got into contact with a psychic. She wanted to know if her third child would survive a complete and successful pregnancy. Her heart broke into shatters of glass when the psychic grimly told her that she would miscarry again in the final trimester.
Desperate, she asked for a solution to save her baby.
"Fates are sealed; you can't change them." The man answered firmly. "Although there is possibly a way."
"I'll do anything." Miranda pleaded.
"When you disturb fate and shape it into what you want, it may lead to terrible repercussions." The man cautioned, a mysterious expression on his face.
"I don't care; I just want to save my baby," The distraught mother replied.
"Very well, then," The man replied, standing to his feet. "My dear lady, do you know about the town of Mystic Falls."
"Yes, that abandoned town, of course, everyone does." Miranda replied, confusion written on her face. She did not understand how this rather odd question would help save her unborn child.
"Oh, my dear," the psychic exclaimed, his gravelly voice hinting at the mysterious. "It's not abandoned at all. On the contrary, it's filled with people… people with great but terrible powers. Powers that could change fates. And after all, they've chosen you years ago."
"Chosen me? Chosen me for what?" Miranda asked, curiosity and concern laced in a voice that spoke a tad bit too quick for someone that did not understand the psychic's meaning.
"You'll know." The man chuckled with a knowing glance. "To change fate, you'll have to call the witches of darkness,"
"What?"
"Miranda, I know you know all about witches and warlocks of darkness. You know who we are. You know we worship the dark spirit."
"I… How do you know my name?" Her eyes widened. "And what do you mean 'we'?"
"Do you really think it's coincidence you found me?" The man smiled. "Now, you've have two options, forget this happened and you will lose your child. You'll never be able to conceive after this." He paused to let the gravity of his words sink in. "Or you could join us. You will give birth to a healthy child. You and your husband will finally get what you've both been yearning for." He leaned forward and lowered his voice. "We can give you everything you want, but there is a price."
"What price?" His words were tempting her.
"This child, we'll give it life, but we'll own her. She'll be ours."
"What nonsense?" Miranda shrieked, jumping to her feet.
"Miranda, it's the only way. Your child - she can only survive with my help. I'll have my most powerful warlock save her. And he will. But she'll be linked to him. She'll be his heart. The devil's heart. And she must return to him one day."
"Let me think about it." Miranda spoke faintly, not sure why she thought this was a good idea in the first place.
"You don't have much time, Miranda, as your final trimester starts in one week." The man said cautioningly. "But I'll give you some space to think. When you make your decision, just call my name and I'll be there." He nodded his head. "Although I already know your decision." The strange man murmured, quietly.
"What's your name?" Miranda asked, a faint tremor in her voice.
"Cade, the king of hell."
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Miranda had agreed to Cade. He welcomed her decision with open arms and introduced her to a handsome, blue eyed, dark haired man. Cade told her that the man was his most powerful and dangerous warlock. No one knew his name but he was known as Devil in their world. Devil would sacrifice his heart for the life of her daughter.
She saw the ritual right before her very own eyes. She saw the man plunge the shining dagger in Devil's chest and take out his pulsating heart, chanting something peculiar, as he presented the bloody, gruesome sacrifice to the dark spirit.
Cade told her that now Miranda's daughter was Cade.
True to the psychic promise, Miranda did deliver a healthy baby girl. Grayson named her Elena as in "the light." She was the light and the hope of their lives, after all.
Lost in her immense happiness and raising her daughter, Miranda forgot her promise to the king of hell and the warlock known as Devil, until odd things started to happen.
Sometimes, at nights, Miranda would hear Elena crying but when she went to tend to her, she found the child sound asleep. Elana's first words were 'demon'. As she grew up, she told her mother that she saw dreams of a dark haired handsome man.
Afraid, Miranda finally told everything to her husband, including her deal with the king of Hell. Grayson had been furious. He immediately contacted a friend who was also a researcher.
"Do you have any idea what you've done, Miranda? You made a deal with the devil? Do you how dangerous the dark spirit worshippers are?" John shouted as soon as heard the whole story.
"I only wanted to save my daughter, John. I was desperate." Miranda said through broken sobs.
"There is no point to cry. Your daughter is the heart of the deadly warlock. His life lies in hers. She's his. And this is all your fault." John frowned, his face a thundercloud of emotions.
"John, I know what I did was wrong but I've already lost two children. I can't lose my baby girl, I'll die without her! Please, you have to save her." Miranda was weeping as if her heart would break. She could barely breathe from the panic in her heart.
"It's no use. She's a part of his being. She's alive because of his sacrifice. She's his soul. We can't part them unless…"
"Unless, what?" Miranda asked, still sad but hopeful.
"I know a warlock…" Miranda flinched but John continued on. "Not that type of warlock, Miranda. I mean a good warlock. They're known as the ones who never sin. Maybe, he can help us."
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Grayson made an urgent call and demanded his friend John to meet him as soon as he possibly could. The angelic warlock arrived a few hours later. A light skinned, blonde haired, handsome man, he assured the fearful parents that he could save their daughter.
"There is nothing but deep darkness within her soul but when my soul merges with hers, the devil can't touch her until she is eighteen. And since she'll be a part of my soul too, she will not solely belong to him. He can't control her or attract her to himself. To get her back, he'll have to win her heart - but I won't let that happen. I'll win her heart first. Once she's mine, he'll be gone from her life forever." He explained this patiently to the distraught parents.
"So, what you're saying is, she'll either be your soulmate or his?" Grayson questioned.
The Angel warlock nodded. "I'll be a part of her so naturally we'll be attracted."
"But, isn't Elena alive because of the… the Devil's sacrifice. They say, she's his heart. Doesn't that mean, she'll be attracted to him too?" Grayson asked.
"Yes, she will be." The blonde man answered sadly.
"But for eighteen years she will be safe from him, right?" Miranda asked, face hopeful.
"Yes," the Angel replied confidently.
"And after she turns eighteen you will come and win her." Grayson spoke again. He didn't like promising his daughter's to someone. Especially someone with magic. But then again, it was better than sending his daughter with the devil.
"I hope so," the Angel looked thoughtful, but spoke encouraging words. If only they knew that he couldn't confirm that as the absolute truth!
Grayson and Miranda pondered over it for a couple of days. Ultimately, they decided to go with John's plan. They were desperate and all they wanted was their darling daughter to be safe from all evil.
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Devil felt it. The night the angel warlock merged with his Elena's soul, he felt it and he was furious. He rushed to her house, but it was too late. It was as if he couldn't even step close to the family's house. He had to stay away from his princess of darkness for eighteen long years now.
He felt sorely betrayed. He sacrificed his heart for her. She was alive because of him. How could they do that to him? How could they part him from his heart? Hatred and anger boiled his blood. He trusted them with his heart and they wanted to take it away. He would take revenge for it. He would take revenge for every painful moment he had to suffer because of their cruel decision.
But this wouldn't last forever, he vowed. Somehow, no matter what it took, he would have his princess back.
Soon.
Oh, so very soon.
His evil laugh was heard for miles around by those that have ears to hear a warlocks cry. And shivers ran down the listener's spines - for when a warlock is laughing, no good can come from it.
A/N: The devil and the angel mentioned in the story are not actually devil and angel, they're just called that. They are warlocks (In Harry Potter language you can call them wizards). If you like the chapter, do review, I'll only post further if the response is positive enough.
The editing credits goes to my exceptionally wonderful beta Rachael (JessicaRae95). You, my dear, are amazing. Thank you for your time and such detailed work.
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