Orphic | K.M ᵀʷⁱˡⁱᵍʰᵗ & ᵀʰᵉ ᴼʳⁱᵍⁱⁿᵃˡˢ [1]

❀ 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘖𝘯𝘦 | 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦

    There was a sense of pain that no one truly knew was a version of solitude matching isolation. It was being outcasted like angels who had fallen. Their wings shred from their backs after defying and asking a few more questions than what its ruler deemed necessary. To keep them kept in the tight knitted group it was meant to be a part of as if they had broken outside of societal normalcy then they were the wronged beasts that needed to be killed off by simple natural selection.

    Boring her gaze into nothingness as her mind grew with no simple thoughts. Stones covered in the growing moss that came with time, bleeding onto the graves that once were always seen but soon became abandoned and forgotten.

    Their names etched forever yet bones collecting dust and dirt. If there was a time where Beth was most afraid of her life was not living itself but rather when death claimed her soul, ultimately she would be forgotten with the lost ticking time where the once wilting flowers would become just dead dipping stems. She hoped to never have her bones be in a grave where it lost its meaning but rather deep in the polluted ground where earth could make something out of her hollowed bones.

    Tapping steps growing near and close, she didn't turn her head over her shoulder to know that the witch had brought some form of company she planned to manipulate. Beth wasn't a clueless person—an idiot for getting herself into this situation but not clueless.

    Fingers tracing the edges of broken webbed cracks, she felt like a prisoner becoming mad. "This is Beth, the woman last seen with your brother," the brunette-haired witch that went by the name of Sophie Deveraux, the same girl that had an infinity of sensing a pregnant woman. Had gotten lucky that Beth had gotten pregnant by a certain someone that gave them a fighting chance.

    Used but never abused. What's worse? To know you're being used and can't do anything about it or to not know and go through your life not truly knowing until they're long gone.

    "Give us a moment," a husky voice breaks through the silence of swallowed shock. Sophie nods and leaves the two to their devices, their lonesome thoughts that burned with its own flames.

    Breaths stolen by the suffocating air of tension swapping between the two, that same voice spoke up, "You've been held here against your will?" It sounds more like a question than a statement.

    Ever so slowly she looks over her shoulders, her hair hiding her face from his sights but she could see him as well as someone standing next to him. The man had slick back hair and polished suit and tie. Clean and organized. Couldn't handle breaking that system alone for if he did he himself would break. The powerful energy buzzing inside of him marking him an ancient being. Beth had only felt that once before, so she was able to conclude that he was related to him somehow.

    She wasn't much of the talkative one nor was she one that could sit in pure silence stuck, lodged between the two as if she was some form of contradiction. "Yes," she mumbles, her voice a bit scratchy since she refused to drink their water not wanting to be laced with something, not trusting the witches there. Only when they had left her and she was able to deduce it wasn't poisonous would she, other than that those witches had never seen her eat or drink.

    It was still a wonder how she was still pregnant. Naturally if a person had done what she'd been doing they'd have some form of miscarriage and lose the child. She hadn't. Hadn't bled again ever since she had sex with that psychotic man. It wasn't even on purpose, she was only trying to get some information for her younger sister and then somehow ended up hungover and guided to this place. The man had seen the birthmark she had been carrying around and seen it in this place.