I know I know, another story, but I couldn't help it.

Warnings for the chapter: Futa, character death, blasphemy

I don't own Twilight...

932 AD

"Isabella, how are you feeling today?" A young, blonde boy asked. His hair was long, shoulder length, and pulled back in a twine tie, his eyes a dark grey. Before him was his little sister, who was wearing a ragged dress, red-brown eyes peering out from under ragged curly hair.

"Mommy and daddy hate me, don't they?"

"No… No they…"

"Don't lie to me, James. I'm six, not stupid."

The older boy frowned and sat next to his sister, hugging her. "I'm sorry, Bella… I'm so sorry…"

Isabella shrugged and burrowed deeper into her brothers embrace.

940 AD

"Let me go! I have to protect her!" James screamed, struggling against his mother's grip as he watched his father's fist connect with his sister's stomach. The young man, newly eighteen, desperately wanted to protect his sister, but couldn't, and he hated it.

"You think you can just pretend it's normal?!" Samuel screamed at his daughter, who was sobbing and holding her stomach. Her dress had been ripped off, her body only just starting to develop, but there was a clear abnormality that most women didn't have.

Isabella had a penis.

"Dad, please," she sobbed.

"YOU ARE NOT MY DAUGHTER!" the man screamed, sending his fist back into his daughter's stomach. James roared in anger, his eyes nearly black with anger.

942 AD

"Isa," James whispered, shaking his sister. "Isa wake up."

The sixteen year old groaned in pain, the most recent beating that came with her puberty leaving her more sore than before.

"Isa, we gotta go, before mom and dad wake up."

Groggily Isabella got up, grabbing some ragged clothes and shoving them in a bag before running off with James. They almost made it to the entryway when the back of Isabella's shirt was grabbed, yanking her backwards and throwing her into the back wall. James screamed out in rage, throwing himself at his father as Isa slid down the wall. Their mother growled, pointing at her daughter.

"Don't get up!"

The young girl whimpered and curled up, her back aching. James and Samuel rolled around, trading punches, until a crystal-like voice laughed. They all stopped, looking up at a dark skinned man with dreadlocks and dark red eyes. He grinned, white teeth gleaming, fangs showing.

"Isn't this a cozy little scene… a man beating on his children, a woman helping…" In the blink of an eye, he was before Isabella, helping her stand. He nodded to James, calling him over. James came to stand by Isa, setting a gentle hand on her shoulder. Samuel grabbed his bow and both of his children hid behind the dark skinned man, who simply laughed. "As if that simple weapon could ever kill me. Shame on you for thinking so, mortal." In another blink of an eye the man had Samuel's wife by her neck, laughing cruelly as he bit into her neck. Bella and James both stared, unblinking, as one of their tormentors died. Isa had long ago lost feeling for the woman that gave birth to her, and James had hated her from the first time she said a nasty word to his sister. Samuel screamed, shooting an arrow in anger. Through his rage, he miss-shot, the arrow barreling toward his daughter. James screamed as it cut through his sisters back, who was facing James. She gasped, the arrow having cut through her heart and one of her lungs. She gripped the shaft, tears streaming down her face. The blonde boy caught his sister, tears streaming down his face as he held his bleeding, dying sister. The man, clearly a Vampire, dropped the mother's lifeless corpse and flashed to the two, holding them both.

"Isa," he muttered, reaching for the arrow before retracting his hand. He felt her pulse, and realized she was fading too fast to turn her. James watched, helpless, as his sister died.

"Isa… Isa no… Speak to me…" He pulled her close, crying for the loss of her. The Vampire glared at Samuel, his eyes black.

"James, listen to me. You can have your revenge. Would you like that?" James nodded, still crying. "Then trust me." Another nod, and James felt teeth pierce his neck, a pull, and then liquid fire entering his body. He let out a scream and dropped his sister. Samuel gasped, scrambling back until the man grabbed him, quickly tying him up.

"You will be the first meal of your son's new life… congratulations." Samuel wet himself, whimpering. "Should you attempt to escape, I will not hold your son back while he kills you. All he will remember of you is that you, and you alone, killed his sister." The dark haired man smirked, sending another shiver of fear down the man's spine. "I just wonder… if there will be much left of you when he's done…"

Soon after this was said, he took both the screaming man and his father from the house, running far away, and leaving the dead girl behind. Moments later a lightly tanned man with long, black hair jumped through the window, walking over to the dead girl. He knelt down, touching her face and frowning.

"My poor, poor child. What have they done to you?" He broke the end of the arrow off, pulling it through her chest and waving his hand. Suddenly her chest began to heal, the blood receding back into her body as he lifted her bridal style into his arms. "Come, my child. It is time you learned the truth…"

~One month later-The Underworld~

Isabella groaned as she sat up, instantly feeling her chest, the lack of a hole confusing her. She also realized that every bruise she had when she last woke up was gone, as well as all the cuts. She remembered everything, except…

Isabella looked around the room, the walls dark, the air hot, though… not uncomfortable. Her hair was longer, her body felt stronger… but where was she?

The door opened to her left and in walked the same man that had healed her. "Ah, Isa… Took long enough, but you seem to be better."

Isabella looked at him, noticing his skin held a gray tint, though it could be passed as a tan, in a way, brown-red eyes, and as he smiled, slight fangs, more noticeable than the man that had killed her mother, became visible. The most frightening thing, though, was his eyes, which were slitted, like a cat's. As he walked, she noticed a tail lazily swinging behind him.

"W-who are you?" Isa asked, her voice cracking as she pulled her knees up to her chest.

"My name is Lucifer." Isa's eyes widened in fear. Her family had been Hebrew, and she knew it was the fallen angel that stood before her.`"I am your father."

"My…. you're my father? But… My dad… he…"

Lucifer growled, his eyes flashing pure red and the heat in the room increasing. "That… stupid mortal… is not your father. I cannot believe I had to let him put his hands on you, but… you weren't old enough yet. I'm sorry, my child. Truly." He sat beside her, a frown marring his beautiful face. Isa couldn't help thinking how strange it was, that so often Lucifer was depicted as an ugly, scary man, but once he was an angel, and his beauty showed that.

"If you're my dad…"

"You are a demi-demon. Your mother was indeed the human you lived with, but I am your father."

"I don't feel like a demon. I don't feel evil."

"Think back. How did you feel watching your mother die?"

"..." Isabella frowned as she remembered feeling… not pleasure. Relief. She had felt free. She felt like it had been the right thing. She relayed this to her father and he nodded.

"No one, not even me, is truly all evil. We all have our dark sides, and must learn to control it. To be truly neutral… As such, I will not make you take a demon form, nor make you go out in the world. It is your choice. You can stay here forever if you want. Take time, think, process the information and come find me when you're ready."

"How will I find you?"

He smiled, setting a gentle hand on her shoulder. "You will know. Follow your instincts."

With that, he left.

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