Their faces were cold and hard, eyes forever shut to the world. They were bundled in black blankets, a color that their mother adores. They lay in their cribs; a quiet lullaby plays faintly in the air.
The room was warm, an immediate contrast to the mood, the walls a light pink and filled to the brim with toys. A thin hand caresses each face; the babies were carbon copies of each other. Diva whimpers, her sanity crumbling away, exotic blue eyes filled with tears. Her men wait in the corner, sullen faced and broken hearted, their princesses dead and queen falling slowly into madness.
Slamming her head onto the crib bars, Diva slides to the marble floor, sobs shaking her body. Amshel speaks, "Diva…I'm sorry for your loss, but you need to move on. Your concert is in an hour and you cannot perform like this." Diva laughs, a crooked smile on her face, "Amshel darling, my babies just died…How the fuck do you think I can perform!"
Her poison laced words were not lost on ancient man, he replied, "But Diva…you have us. Isn't that enough?" The girl stared at him, her smile quickly turning into a scowl, "You disgusting little piss! How dare you say that to me!" In a flash she is on him, sharpened nails on his windpipe, "Now Amshel…you're my child too. Do you think I should forget about you?"
Amshel pales, "No my dear, I just said that you should compose yourself before your-"
"Don't tell Mother what to do, Big Brother," the dark haired Karl spits at older one. Amshel was out of Diva's grip within a second and smacked Karl to the ground, the young man moaned as his elder brother kicked him in the stomach repeatedly. Nathan left the room while Solomon wrestled his younger brother away from the elder's fury.
For a moment, Solomon's baby blue eyes flashed crimson before they switched back, "Be glad Mother is here Brother," the blonde hissed at Amshel, "your heart would have been stabbed within a second if I didn't hold myself back."
Amshel sneered, "Really? I thought you couldn't do anything else but croon about Saya…how does rejection feel like? I would never know." Solomon ground his teeth and left the room with his battered brother, Amshel turned to James and said, "Go prepare the stage."
The dark-skinned man frowned, his army medals shone proudly on his jacket, "Tell that to Nathan, I don't do that crap!" Amshel grabbed James by the neck, smirking as the man screamed in pain. Diva glared at her sadistic child, Amshel gave her a mockingly wide smile, "Now be a dear Diva and get ready, your performance is coming up soon."
With that, the brothers walked out of the room. Diva tossed her high-heeled shoes at the door and let out a scream. She hated her life, never a minute of peace, Amshel always making her do things that doesn't want to do. She wished that Joel had picked Saya instead of her, so that she could learn how to be human and have friends. Diva always wanted a sleepover with girls that looked her age and being able to go out and have fun with one of her children right next to her. She glanced at the crib, her eyes began to burn once more.
She wanted her children to experience that too.
Diva rose on shaky legs, tiptoeing past the plush cartoon animals to her children's cribs. She picked them up and cradled them both in her arm, remembering how they didn't even cry when their cocoons opened up, just two cold bodies wrapped in white silk. Diva walked over to large window and unlatched it with a quickly flick of her finger, the cool night air ruffled her hair and carried the scent of roses over to her.
She jumped, landing perfectly on the dew soaked grass and walked into Nathan's rose garden. She plucked midnight and ruby roses, snapping their stems and placing them in the crook her arm, ignoring the thorns that tore into her alabaster skin. She left the garden and strolled into the woods, not caring that low tree limbs tore her dress to shreds. She opened her mouth and sang, not one of those sappy love songs Amshel made her memorize, but a song full of sorrow and regret.
The same one that brought Saya to her on that fateful day.
She stopped in a clearing and gently laid her babies and flowers down, she began to tear at the soft earth with her perfect fingers, digging a deep hole. Diva wiped the sweat from her brow with a muddy hand, she crawled forward and placed her babies into the makeshift grave, whispering prayers she's heard her victims say as she dumped dirt into the hole.
She patted the top of the grave and laid the roses on top. She sighed as Amshel's voice rang through the night, the anger clear as he yelled out her name. Diva walked away from her child's voice, going deeper into the woods. She picked up large stones and stuck them into the pockets of her dress, she smiled as soon as the scent of water tickled her nose.
She walked to the shore of the lake, a smooth onyx basin in the ground. She walked forward, humming a tune as the sludge held on tight to her bare feet, until her head was only an inch above the water. She relaxed her body and took a final breath, sinking into the depths of the lake.
She knew that they would find her soon, she just hoped she died fast enough.