Monsters. Something often used to scare children into behaving. And of course everyone knows that monsters aren't real… right? Wrong. Monsters are real and not all of them are as monstrous as they're made out to be. Because sometimes the company of monsters and being one is more preferable over being human.
This was something that the, at the time, seven years old human witch known as Persephone Potter discovered after a beating from the pig she reluctantly called cousin went too far. She felt like she was gonna die and wished that she was anywhere but the park where she laid abandoned and in pain. The last thing she expected, but appreciated, was her wish to be granted. With the sound of the cracking of a whip, she vanished. The only evidence left behind being a few specks of blood.
While she did (sort of) survive the trip to the new location, she simultaneously didn't, not that she realized it until later. Once she regained consciousness she took note of not only her new surroundings, but also herself. She felt… different from before, though whether or not it was a good or a bad thing wasn't something she was sure about just yet. The first thing that she noticed that was different was her strangely pale skin and that she felt rather cold. Ignoring the fact that she felt cold, she started to check herself out for any other changes, which included that she had somehow gotten taller and felt two rather large… things attached to her chest. Touching them a little with her hands made her aware that the things were a part of her and noticing something that she should have noticed earlier while simultaneously making her feel weird, but in a… good(?) way. And what she noticed was a complete lack of a pulse. She didn't have a heartbeat. While she might only be seven, but even she knew that if you were dead if you didn't have a heartbeat. But she was clearly alive… but still lacked a heartbeat. Having seen a few horror movies too many that she most likely was way too young to be allowed to normally watch, she eventually reached the conclusion that she was now, somehow, some kind of undead. Definitely not a zombie… or at least not a typical one since she was still sentient and could still feel some kind of power that were hers to command.
Something that she probably should have noticed earlier, but was most likely a bit overwhelmed by the physical changes to her body, was that her old clothes were definitely way too small and as a result torn apart, both because of her rapid burst of growth and whatever transported her to wherever she was. The remnants of her clothes were enough to barely cover her modesty, emphasis on the word barely as what was left of clothes were very tight and barely managed to avoid being torn apart by the very recent amount of physique and (surprisingly) muscle.
After wandering around in, what she assumed was either a tomb or a dungeon, she reached an exit. Which led to the outside world and the scenery of a cemetery attached to a massive gothic castle, complete with a spooky background and a thunderstorm in said background. The recently undead girl eventually reached the entrance of the castle and through the use of the mysterious power at her command and some willpower, she made her way inside. Only to discover that the castle was empty, completely void of any indication of life, beit normal or undeath. Being only seven years old mentally, even though her body had been aged up to maybe eighteen, nineteen or somewhere close enough that it wouldn't really matter, Persephone was curious and started exploring the castle.
She found several bedrooms throughout the entire castle, all of which each had a huge bed that covered most of the space within the rooms. More than big enough for multiple people to use them simultaneously. They also turned out to be very comfortable… and springy, as if sleeping in them was only a secondary intention. The fact that most of the bedrooms were placed in rather close proximity of each other within the same series of corridors was something that escaped Persephone's seven year old mind.
Something of particular interest that Persephone found in a particularly larger and fancier bedroom was a huge painting depicting a total of five women with various non-human features lying together in the same bed which, considering which room the painting was in, was probably the same bed as the one currently in the bedroom. All of them were drop dead gorgeous in spite of the non-human features. In fact, the non-human features only seemed to make the women even more beautiful. Oh, and all five of them were completely naked. One of them was a tanned woman with her limbs tangled up with another woman who had bluish skin with the lower body of a snake wrapped around the tanned woman's waist. On the opposite side of the painting and bed was a woman with features that only fit the description of a dragon. Wrapped in the scaly arms of the dragon-woman was another woman with bluish skin. The main difference between this one and the other being the more human like appearance… if it wasn't for the demonic horns, wings and tail that was wrapped around the waist of and inside of the lower region of the dragon-woman. But the one that truly caught Persephone's attention was the fifth and final woman lying in the middle of the bed with her arms around the other four's shoulders. She looked familiar to the undead girl, in fact all five of them looked familiar but the one in the middle felt for some reason the most familiar, but the why they felt familiar was something that Persephone couldn't remember.
As the undead girl struggled to remember why those women felt so familiar to her, metaphorical pain assaulted her brain (or at least her metaphorical one since she honestly doubted that her actual brain still functioned). After fighting through the metaphorical pain, memories of forgotten happiness suddenly flooded her mind and she realized why all the women in the painting felt so familiar to her. The woman in the middle was her mother, Lilith "Lily" Evans, a Succubus, and the rest of the women were Lilith's lovers and wives. The tanned woman was Cleo "Klingipatra" (as of her marriage with Lilith) Evans, a so called Pharaoh and Lilith's first and simultaneously second wife. The snake-woman, who's snake-body was coiled around Cleo's waist, was Ophis (like Cleo, as of her marriage with Lilith) Evans, an Echidna and Lilith's third wife. The dragon-woman was Tiamat (like the previous two, as of her marriage with Lilith) Evans, a Dragon and Lilith's other first and simultaneously second wife, as Lilith married both Cleo and Tiamat at the same time, much to their pride at Lilith's first wives and simultaneous annoyance that they were stuck having to share their wedding and later wedding days with someone else besides Lilith, at least that's what the rapidly returning memories were saying. The fifth and final woman in the painting was Lilith's fourth and final wife who happened to belong to a subspecies of the Succubi, Elizabeth (like the last three times, as of her marriage with Lilith) Evans, a Demon.
From what the rapidly returning memories told Persephone, all five of them loved her as a daughter, even though it was only Cleo and Lilith who was her parents via a technicality and (temporarily) gender-altering magic, despite what the myths about their respective species were made to make them appear to be. Hell. Elizabeth was the one who was always gushing and squealing about how cute Persephone was as a baby, and she was a Demon!
As the memories of happiness continued to return, the undead girl started crying tears of both joy and sadness as she sat down on the edge of her mothers' bed. Happy to have the memories back and sad at not only losing them but also being denied the happiness.