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I had always lived a lonely life. I was used to it, but it still hurt when I would see friends playing together.

It hurt so bad sometimes, I wanted to scream. But I also wanted to live a semi-normal life, so I would carry on silently.

I had acquired several nicknames over my years. Loner. Creepy Girl. Gothy. Punk Chick.

I still carried on silently, though.

It was once I was nine years old, I learned what was REALLY wrong with me.

I learned I was actually Hades's daughter.

Yes, the gods are real. That doesn't mean God isn't. It's extremely confusing, and most of the gods' children don't like talking about it.

Once I learned who I really was, Hades knew I wouldn't live the same life.

But at least I finally got respect that I had wished so hard for, for nine years.

I always thought my parents were my real parents. It turned out my mom was. My father was Hades, and he knew he and my mother wouldn't be able to be together. So he let her move on to someone else, someone normal. I had two other siblings at the time, my brother, Sven, and my sister, Claire.

We were inseparable from the moment we laid eyes on our siblings.

That was until my mother, step-father, and sister were killed in a freak accident.

They had been shopping because it was my sister's birthday, and my parents decided that, since it was her special day, they should just bring her out.

They were going down the elevator in the mall, when the steel rope holding it gave out.

The elevator plummeted towards the ground, killing everyone in it.

Twelve were killed. The rest of me and Sven's family were with them.

After that, Hades left us alone to try to calm down, and then he took us in. He showed us our true powers.

Since I was his daughter, I had wings. Big, black, angel wings. Since I was related to Hades, my species was a darkness angel. Sven was the same.

Hades had several different symbols. A wolf. A crow. A black swan.

Sven and I were able to transform into two of these three things. I was a wolf and a crow, and Sven was the same. Our sister had been a wolf and a black swan.

Another odd thing was our eye color. It changed, depending on our emotion.

Most of the time, our eye color was what it would have been if were normal humans. Mine was hazel, Sven's was brown.

But it would change when we went angel-style, as I liked to call it. When we turned to our true forms, and sprouted our wings, our eye color turned an abnormal shade of crimson, black, purple, or yellow. It varied each time.

Soon Sven and I had adapted to living a good life. It wasn't that I didn't like my previous life with my mother and step-father, that one was good, it's just, we really were respected in this one.

I was a real princess.

Sven was a prince.

Whenever I went down to Hell to visit Hades, I wore a black and gray gown, along with a black crown that had an opal in the top of it.

Sven never really got that fancy, he preferred to stay like he was, and Hades didn't mind. Hades always wanted me to dress like a real princess, though.

There was a lot of stuff that was actually real in Hell. In Harry potter, they talked about those horses that only people that had seen death could see.

Well, those actually did exist. Hades was EXTREMELY suspicious of the writer when it first came out, and all of the gods' gossip magazines (for gods' children, mainly, but Aphrodite was caught with one from time to time) came out with all sorts of new stories to tell why they were there. When the detectives who worked for the gods did some serious investigating, though, they said that it had no link to the horses of Hell.

That really relieved Hades.

We had gotten used to our lives. But now things had changed.

Hades wanted me to go to school.