A Coin Has Two Sides || Kaz Brekker x OC

1. Her Friend, Silence

Silence. 

A friend or an enemy? 

A question Wysteria Kirigan pondered as she lay on her bed for what seemed like the millionth consecutive day.

To her it was a friend. Silence meant there was an absence of her screams echoing through the hallways of the Little Palace.

The Black Heretic had made it his mission over the past 15 years of her life to train her to become his right hand. 

A weapon. One strong enough to help him expand the Fold and control the world.

But Wysteria had other plans. She wished to be free. To live amongst the stars without the plague of her shadow summoning abilities following her.

She had always seen them as a curse rather than the blessing the General demanded it was. But what other mindset would she have developed after spending her life being tortured with intense training leaving her physically and mentally scarred for years to come.

Scars snaked their way up her arms, legs, and spine from different run ins with Volcra when the General had forced her into the Fold to test her dominance over the creatures. 

Bruises grasped her wrists, ankles, and neck where she was constantly restrained whilst trying to escape being dragged there by the very man she called her father.

He hadn't allowed a tailor to heal them and told her they should serve as a reminder of her failure to be a competent daughter.

Wysteria was always much further motivated through mental manipulation than physical training and so Kirigan spent no spare time berating her, confirming the worst things she thought about herself.

His words echoed through her mind; 'You will never be loved by anyone but me, my darling. You were born to be a slave to my command, to help your flesh and blood become stronger. Of course, your failures are only due to your weakness. Only once you accept that you are nothing more than the darkness inside you and let go of your silly fantasies, will I be proud.'

She hadn't realized it, but a single tear worked its way slowly down her cheek as she lay on her side preparing for her father's next visit.

She didn't have much time, however, as she suddenly heard her door unlock and swing open to which she stayed put on the bed, her back facing the entrance.

She merely heard mumbles from a voice she recognised as her fathers but after a small amount of time with no responding, a hand grabbed her by the waist and pulled her from her moment with her friend.

She turned to face her father. A man dressed in only black which matched his eyes and soul. His youthful look may fool others, but Wysteria knew otherwise after learning of his true origin.

"Hello father. To what do I owe the pleasure on this fine morning?" she asked with an innocent voice.

"Morning? Midday has already past", he replied in a stern tone.

"Oh, well, forgive my confusion. It's almost impossible to tell what time of day it is when you are kept in captivity. They all sort of bleed into one", Wysteria remarked, keeping eye contact with the voids in her father's eyes.

A small smile crept onto the Generals face, slightly sinister in nature as it appears he had made the decision with her snarky reply as to whether to treat her well or poorly that day.

"Training starts now. We will be practising your abilities in relation to the Volcra again using the one in the cages", he stated as he turned and walked out of the door, beckoning her to follow.