ℕ𝕚𝕟𝕛𝕒𝕘𝕠 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤 ~ 𝕆𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟚

Dαყ 14 ~ Fαʅʅҽɳ Aɳɠҽʅ ~

<<< TW: Abuse and self harm >>>

Her blonde hair was changed to white. The Empress and Emperor created her from the rubble her parents died in, they created the perfect daughter, the perfect princess, the perfect tool and the perfect heir.

Through years of discipline, through years of control, through years of learning they created what they wanted.

They created an angel, an angel who would rule Ninjago once they pass and obey them until their dying breath.

Harumi Jade was their daughter and puppet.

Harumi Tenshi was one who would seek revenge on those who did her wrong.

An angel, the Princess of Ninjago.

And

A devil, the quiet one.

Two entities in one body, an eternal fight between them to see who would win the girls body and soul. For sixteen years they fought until finally a moment in her life caused the girl to snap... And a side to take her for their own.

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"Harumi! This is not how we raised you!"  Her mother c̶a̶p̶t̶o̶r̶,̶ ̶a̶b̶u̶s̶e̶r̶,̶ ̶m̶a̶n̶i̶p̶u̶l̶a̶t̶o̶r̶ scolded her as she received a slap.

The girl did not respond, she had been slapped many times before and had worse done to her, she simply looked down at the floor not meeting their gaze.

"What do you have to say for yourself? Feeding the POOR? Going out in public? We've had ENOUGH."  It was now her father's c̶a̶p̶t̶o̶r̶,̶ ̶a̶b̶u̶s̶e̶r̶,̶ ̶m̶a̶n̶i̶p̶u̶l̶a̶t̶o̶r̶ turn to scold her. She began to shake as they began to shout and shout again at her.

Or course they would be disappointed... Of course they would find out... It was really Harumi's fault for even trying to disobey them... Now she had to pay the price. She truly was a greedy person.

"HARUMI. Do you have nothing to say?"  Of course, the question they would always ask her after she did something wrong... It must I've been the 1000th time she's heard it now, those words, nothing but a test.

A test to see if she would disobey them again for if she would fulfil her role as their tool and their puppet. After years of discipline she knew what to do. She knew what to do. She knew what to do. So why did she do the exact opposite.

Harumi lifted her eyes to them.  "We have so much through! The poor are suffering why on earth shouldn't we give food we don't need to them? Even scraps why do they have to suffer while you sit on your asses doing no-!"

She gasped falling to the floor as the Emperors fist left the place it collided with her stomach, she grabbed her stomach and let out a cry. The girl made the mistake of looking up only to he slapped by the Empress yet again.

"Don't you DARE speak in that tone with us."  She grabbed Harumis face harshly causing the girl to gasp.  "You were NOTHING before we took you in and yet you act ungrateful and decide to what? Insult us?"

Letting go of Harumi's face she then grabbed her by the throat as the girl tried to resist.  "It seems even after seven hard years of us rasing you, you still have some poor behavior in you Harumi."  She held the struggling girl closer.   "That isn't how my daughter will act."

The Empress let go of her throat as Harumi began to choke, the two rulers of Ninjago left the room leaving the crying princess alone. As alone as she always had been.

The girl ran to her room, the servents did not react. Of course this wasn't the first time they'd seen a scene like this, some felt sympathy for the girl while some found that she was arrogant. They each watched her close the door on herself but something they didn't except was to hear screams.

Behind the door Harumi cried and cried desperately ripping at her hair no matter how much it hurt, she screamed out in pain as more and more hair came out. Grabbing siccors she cut her hair that went down to waist making it much smaller.

The girl faced the dress mirror and punched it, it cracked, of course it did and of course her fist began to bleed, this was no surprise. The surprise was that Harumi was smiling, she looked into the cracked mirror and wiped her blood covered fist along her face.

She now wore something similar to a mask of blood, the girl collapsed against her dresser crying more and more.

She did not want this life.

She did not choose this life.

She did not want to be a princess.

She did not want to be the quiet one.

All she wanted... Was peace.

Even if that peace was achieved through Lord Garmadon or the Overlord. She would achieve peace.

Even if that meant dying or betraying the hero's she loved the most as a child.

She was born an angel and turned into a devil.

You could say prehaps, she was a fallen angel.

End~