I wake up as I hear people outside my door, talking about something I can't really hear. The door opens up, a red haired servant walks in, taking a seat in one of the many chairs, glancing at my wings. "Yes, I'm indeed a volcra." Her face mildly frightened. "I didn't expect you to look so.. Never mind, the darkling sent me to help you dress." I glance at the black kefta at the end of my bed, its backside fitted with wings in mind. "I guess you mean the kefta?" She quickly responds. "Yes, I also brought with me some underwear, however the darkling said it wasn't required for you to wear." I smile happily. "I take your smile as a no to underwear, stand up and let me do the rest." She lifts up my kefta laying on the bed, pressing my wings through the back holes, placing my arms in the arm sockets, then closing the buttons. I walk to the mirror, folding out my wings in all its glory. "The blackness fits my nature perfectly." Silence fills the air around us. She breaks the ice. "The darkling is requesting your presence, his guards will escort you." Before I could respond, multiple guards open my door. The servant leaves without a word, leaving me alone with heavily armed guards. They close the door behind me, two of switching positions to the front, the others staying behind me. The guards leave my side as the darkling steps in front of me.
"I'm hungry, mysterious man." "My name is the darkling, not a mysterious man." He shortly continues, "when you want to eat, knock on my quarters doors, and i will take you to the prison cells." A black and silver door nears as we come to the end of the hall, guards protecting the outside, highly likely for the inside as well, and two heavy duty locks. "Open the door for me and Alina, then close them." The guards swiftly open and close without a word. "You are free to pick anyone to eat, Alina." I take off my kefta to not get it dirty of blood or flesh. I walk over to a young mother, a little baby boy sleeping in her arms.
"The young mother." The older guard scrambles through his pockets, picking them up after maybe twenty seconds, placing it in the key hole. I walk in and wait for the cell to close. I pick the baby boy from her hands, putting some of his blanket over his eyes. I place him firmly on the floor, a bit further away from the mother. The young mother still paralyzed by the sight of my appearance. "Are you the darklings experiment?" I can't help but to let out a big laugh. "You would wish I was an experiment of his." I bite her right hand, causing her to scream out of pain. "After years of eating humans, I have found ways you could say, ways that keep humans alive until I want them to die." Her screams almost leave the room as I bite down on her flesh, bones, and unimportant organs. The sweet taste of blood flooding down my mouth, the pleasure running down my spine. I pick up the baby boy, finishing up his entire body in four bites. The guards twist the key, the cell door opening. I walk out and grab my kefta. I hear the prison door slam shut behind us. "Never knew volcra could be so twisted." "I made my own technique to enhance the flavor of humans. It's even controversial among my own kind. Very controversial." I can almost feel a smile grow somewhere on his perfect features. "I have to go to a meeting, I'll see you at training."
As I return to my room, two hundred-ish sticks sit in the corner of my room, the perfect size to build a nest. I pick up a handful, Adding some of them as supports at the bottom, bending some, breaking some for smaller supports. I throw myself in the nest, the sticks and twigs clearing the itchy feeling of my wings. I adjust my position, embracing the feel of wood. The perfect bed, the bed of the fold. After an unknown amount of time, someone knocks on the door. "Come in!" A guard dressed in gray, steps in, carrying a letter in his left hand. "The darkling wanted me to tell you that your training session is canceled. There is a party that will happen in a few hours, new years eve. He throws me the letter, I catch it.
Alina,
The royal family wants grisha to assist in the planning of the new years eve party. I plan to show you to the Ravka, the royal family, grishas, Otkazat'sya, and the entire world. They won't harm you, you're under my protection. Genya, your servant, will come with a dress I designed for you to wear. Can't wait to see how it fits your curves.
-Darkling
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Raised by volcra - darklina fanfiction
FanficAlina gets abandoned by her birth mother, placing her directly outside the fold. Her mother intended for her daughter to die, however a volcra adopted her instead. Her mother encouraging her to see the outside world. Not my cover art. I dont own the...
