As a young child I was always told that some day I'd create chaos and destruction to the world. As the young daughter of the witch of bats and the Grand Vampire a lot of evil was expected in me. I never wanted that. Why? Being evil was just… too boring.
My mother was very disappointed in what I was—or rather wasn't—becoming.
"Melaina, it is in your blood to corrupt mankind. Just what happened?" My mother sighed.
I simply shrugged, fiddling with the bat choker she made me and reading the nth boring spell book she made me read.
At age 13 I realized I had the ability to bring the dead to life but only for a short while. This frustrated me because I can't reach my full potential and I knew why. It was a sacrifice I wasn't willing to make.
Several years have passed and my mother couldn't wait any longer for me to progress and finally took me to my first Witch Mass. They all greeted and welcomed me even though I knew they felt uneasy knowing I wasn't a "true" witch yet.
There the Grand Witch told us about Lord Death. Death? He sounded powerful. And interesting.
With my Soul Protect, I was able to get to know this amazing being. It was love instantly. His voice was deep, an edgy black suit and such a scary mask… he was perfect in every aspect.
And it didn't stop there. As I got to know him better, our love deepened. He was funny, kind, and everything I never knew existed. When with him, I felt happy. Never bored.
After a year passed my father found out and he wasn't happy. He was a supporter of witches and hated Lord Death.
"Stop this nonsense right now, Melaina. He is the enemy!" He roared in his thick Romanian accent.
"No, Daddy!" I cried. "Please don't tell!"
But my begging did no use. He was going to tell if I didn't do something. In order to protect my Love, I had no choice but to kill him. It wasn't hard, I already mastered spellcasting.
"Arise, arise, Aging Death arise," I chanted under my breath.
I took hold of his icy throat and dug my dirty nails into it. My hand glowed a purple hue as I watched him slowly age into nothing but bones and ash.
I don't know why he didn't stop me. It could have been easy for him. To this day I still think he just didn't want to hurt his little Melaina.
But it did cost me and the consequence for it was painful.
That night I told my dear Death who I truly was and what I had done for him.
He stayed silent as I spoke. Once I finished he turned around and started to walk away.
"Wait, Death! Please… don't walk away." My voice cracked and I started to tear up.
"Melaina. I'm sorry." And with that, he continued to walk into the night, leaving me alone.
I fell to my knees, sobbing quietly on the dewy grass until dawn approached.
The following day I prepared for my ultimate sacrifice where I killed my father. Everything was in place. I said my farewells to my mother and reluctantly gave back the bat choker she made for me. I cherished it, but because of where I was going I couldn't keep it.
I created a large hole in the middle of no where with inscriptions and lit candles guarding it.
"Arise, arise, Dead Man's Will"—I paused for a split second of hesitation—"arise."
My whole body glowed a purple aura as it went numb and my soul started to detach from my being. I fell into that hole turning into ash as the candles dimmed to smoke and my vision went black.
With nothing to lose and everything to gain I sacrificed my body to become one of the dead. In my next life I would become a real witch, and hopefully then I would be what was expected of me.
Little did I know what could happen in 800 years of death.