Chapter 1

the devil & the daughter


I'd never given much thought to how I would die. But dying in place of someone I love, seems like a good way to go. I can't bring myself to regret the decisions that brought me face to face with death. Looking back, this is something that I'd never foreseen for myself. Never did I see myself whipping the dirt and blood from my hands. Never did I see myself struggling to breathe, to stand, to keep going on. No, I always hated fighting and yet that's where my path had lead me.

How troublesome.

I guess this all started when I was born. My path was set from then on. My fate sealed as I was deemed 'the nights' daughter'. My hair as black as a ravens feather, my skin pale as the dead, lips red as blood and my eyes light as the clear blue sky. I was cursed the moment I took my first breath. Born from a saint, my mother, the selfless healer of our coven. She had the biggest heart, it bled for everyone, perhaps that is how she came to love my father. My father, strongest of our coven and the leader. A noble born man with the purest blood of all us Wicca. A bitter man, cold-hearted and apathetic to everything. A warlock with a merciless path, blood would forever stain his hands. How his ash and blood-soaked hand intertwined with my mothers was lost on everyone. How the most feared and the most loved came together was an unwanted miracle. But alas, it happened and I was a product of the amalgamation. That was not a miracle.

At my birth, that was when everything came crashing down. Long gone was the covens moments of peace and blissful happiness. At my first breath, our enemies broke through our barriers, out for our blood, at the first time my father held me my mother's heart stopped and at the first time my eyes open my father's walls had been erected.

That was the last time I saw him, in person at least. I was whisked away by my aunt and taken in the dead of night. I was brought from East Lansing, Michigan to Forks, Washington in a matter of a week. Ever since the night 17 years ago I've faithfully lived in this town with my aunt Marsilia and cousin Alard, as they are my legal and coven guardians. The three of us live on the edge of town, close enough to still be considered in-town but also far enough away from eyes. The closest neighbor we have it 264 feet away. Not that it matters, we prefer it this way.

It was August once more in Forks and school was starting back up in 3 weeks. My summer had been consumed with witchcraft and reading. It was heaven and soon I'd have to fall back down to earth.

I was ready to be torn from my peace, for my feather to wilt and to be naked. I was ready for the impact and the chaos of humanity. But, I was not prepared for the trial that was unforeseen.