Chapter 2wo: The Trial

Isabel's POV

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"Isabel is my only surviving heir because she is my only perfect child, so far. And after Proserpina gives birth I'll might have two perfect children. Now then let's leave the slaves to Isabel and finish our discussions elsewhere" my father said as he led the vampires into the war room, his black hooded clock with our sliver crescent moon insignia on the back. After our father left my mother got up from her seat as she got ready to dismiss us.

"Don't take what your father said to heart, he just believes that if he flames the fires of your sibling rivalry it'll make you all better. But cherish the time you have before it's your turn to face the trial because most of you will not live after its finish" my mother said before her eyes became distant and glossy. She nodded to herself once as she started towards her room.

"Isabel after you finish with your brothers and sister can you please come to my chambers?"

"I'll be there" I answer and with that she sashayed away. She was the only other person who actually lived above ground besides my father. All the children and breeding women lived in the dungeons where clothes are not permitted for two reasons. The first was because our father wanted easy access to all his conquests and the second was because he felt that as his possessions we should hide ourselves from his sight.

"Nox, can we ask you something?" Jupiter and Pluto asked while Apollo and Diana gathered closer towards us.

"What is it you wish to know?" I asked back, a creeping feeling rested in my bones as I could've already guessed what their true question was. A pair of blue, green, yellow, and gray eyes looked into my purple ones before they asked their question in unison.

"What exactly is the Trial?"

"Are you positive you want to know the answer to this inquiry?"

Jupiter looked into the eyes of the other three who nodded to him before he answered me with a strong nod and a brave look.

With a sigh I replied "Alright"

Fifth-teen years earlier

Father was in a blinding rage again today over his brother's apparent success. After my grandfather was forced out of hell for the devil's own safely, he and his equally demonic sons began to make us the hybrids. While my father aimed to make a perfect new breed, his younger brother just wanted to have children with every supernatural being he could find. While we were stronger, our cousins were more in number.

So to show our supremacy over our cousins, father made the Trial. My older brother, Tartaros, was the first of our kind, he had glowing red eyes and jet black hair that spike on top of his head. He was a pure copy of our father but unlike our lord he was a gentle soul. The group I was born in were called the Black Bloods and we were the first of father's children to endure the torment/torture of his wick mind.

I was the youngest of father's children and my mother's first. After Tartaros there was Terra with her long flowing amber hair and deep brown eyes, Cupid the blond haired boy with soft baby blue eyes, and then there was me; Violet eyed and mahogany haired. But after that day my playful and loving siblings would never feel the moon's comforting glow.

That night we slept in our cots but woke up in a forest of doom. We awoke in a clearing in the woods, nude as the day we were born and confused. Tartaros being the leader that he was raised to be led us towards our demise unknowingly. One by one we fail; Cupid was disemboweled and hung upside down from his intestines by a group of harpies, Terra ripped her own throat out after she fell into an orc pit so that she wouldn't become a breeding thing for them, and Tartaros…Tartaros died because of my weakness.

We raced towards the exit that was in the form of a hanging rope. He knew that it would have token to long for us to go one by one seeing as the monsters that roamed the forest was hot on our trail. So he carried me on his back as he started to climb upwards. More than halfway there the rope began to give way and started to unravel. With our combined weight we would have, should have died but with the last of his strength he threw me all the way up and over while he headed head first to the ground.

By the time the ice in my blood allowed me to move once again all I could do was cry. My kindred died because I was too weak to be of use, I was just dead weight in the end. Days later the guards found me wandering around the edge of the pit with the stench of blood and death emanating from my body. I was as silent as the dead as they cleaned and led me towards the throne room.

"Only one child remains and the runt of the litter to boot. Come child embrace your father"were the first words I heard by a familiar voice. In my shock induced pseudo-coma I walked towards my lord. With strong semi-blistering hands he lifted me onto his lap, something that he never did before.

"This is my true bloodline and through her…no through him I will reclaim my birthright as King of Hell"he announced in front of everyone while his…

"While his what, did he do something special?"

"His blood danced on my tongue as my birthright was revealed to me. That day I knew pain and I knew silence as my flesh was ripped in two. Always remember 'Vivant sine corpus, cogitare absque mente, et sentire sine anma fieri (Live without the body, think without the mind, and feel without the soul)'. Meaning live pass your normal limits, think not of things you can't control, and feel what you're told to feel, nothing more nothing less."

And with that I left them to their own devices as I pushed away the dark clouds that threatened to strangle me.

"You're my precious little girl now but after today you will be my most valuable soldier"

"Of course…papa"

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Thanks for all the support for the story, i wasn't planning on publishing this but I'm happy y'all like it. I hope this clears some stuff up for you.

See you later

Nyckole