Black Feather Falls (COMPLETE)

A Vengeful Heart {2}

It was a century odd ago when she succumbed to the tempting call of evil and fell into the snare of the darkness; consumed with the intense desire to recover all she felt was snatched away from her. The life she once prided herself in was snuffed right from under her, leaving her wanting nothing but revenge. Her hate, her fears and her pain drove her off the cliff of madness into the blackening pit of her once snow-white soul; turning her against the ones she loved and adored.

In order for vengeance to be exacted upon those who wronged her, she started a journey, one where she'd risk everything, even her undying soul.  She sat and pondered about her life and the life of her new partner. Maybe that's why we were so alike; living our lives for vengeance and power to obliterate all who wronged us.

Both of us were pure in every aspect of the word; so pure, we were heralded as light-bringers in our respective spheres of influences, living our lives as servants of a greater cause. Our purpose was to serve and protect the people in our care, and we did so to the best of our immortal abilities. Looking upon us now, you wouldn't be able to see it; the light that once illuminated the darkest of souls; the untenable joy that ceased wars and the hearts that only pumped for peace and righteousness. You can't see it, can you? Why? Not because it no longer exists, but because it became our inevitable downfall.

That light, joy, righteousness and peace are what we cherished, adulated and held dear to our hearts. The very things that drew men, creatures and spirits unto us were snatched from us, by those we so foolishly believed cared for us.

We were crestfallen.

It's easy to look upon us now and feel nothing but stomach-churning disgust, toxic hatred and unspeakable malice; especially when you know nothing about who we were or what we've done. It's expedient to judge and fear us when you don't know our story. That's because you've never walked in our shoes; our singed, battered, torn and worn-out shoes. 

"Judge not lest ye be judged" A direct quote from the bible, a book that goes against everything we've become. You see, they've yet to realize just how dark they themselves are due to ignorance; unaware that the same corrupting darkness that moulded us has corrupted their mortal and immortal souls.

End of Diary Entry (Day 35)

The haunting stillness of the villa brought me unspeakable peace, which is probably because it juxtaposed with the state of my heart. I sat outside, under the gazebo on a singular bench, bathed by calming moonlight, while the snow fell around me. The mirthful garden that was so breathtaking in spring was covered in snow and frost. Yet, even when the elements pester and slew it with all their might, it never once loses its beauty.

Looking through the falling snow, I could see the massive mansion; it stood high and mighty lording over the whole compound. The wind bent the snow to its will, swaying my clothes frantically and furiously. I sat gracefully on the bench with my diary comfortably placed in my lap to hold down my skirt. The giant black and white faux fur trench coat I had on matched my tall, loose-fitting, somewhat old black dress. I stared blankly, unsure of what my next move should be. The writing was the only thing I could do to save myself from my tormenting thoughts. I took the time to admire the craftsmanship of the mansion we lived in.

The mansion was hidden inside a massive forest (in which it was easy to be lost forever), past the black lake and an abandoned village. The mansion loomed proudly atop a hill, behind creaky steel gates, flanked by rows of black leafed cherry blossom trees, swaying gently to the chilly winter winds. The mansion itself was straight out of a fairy tale; one where all the characters end up dying slow horrific deaths. The home belonged to the embodiment of darkness, and it sure as hell looked the part.