Deadly Saints [18+]

065: Raindrops fell from her clouds

|Alysanne Valentine|

This might come as a surprise to most ot you but whenever my life is in a state of jubilant, the clock will tick and the hour will be up and I have to return to the curse oflife. Reality is suffering those were the perfect words to describe life. However, in these moments with marvellous and exquisite people. I felt that curse lift. They made it worth it, each agony turned into joy. Frankly they had that much power over me, turning a dejected human into something pleasant.

I should update you on what has been brewing for the past two months.

After Isadora's declaration of formally ruling the Cordova lineage, she departed to Italy. Salvaging the fragments of what was left and she couldn't do that alone, therefore I aided her in the rise. Surprisingly she gave each of them a choice, to either continue under her or leave. Most of them left but what she didn't expect is for Alia, Sloane, Elias, Ryker, and Lorenzo to stay.

Apparently with all the blackmail that Bane did, his followers ultimately split the moment he died. Isadora is often depicted as a monster, the people that are close to her argue with that statement because under that hard layer is a person who is compassionate beyond compare. She gave all five of them their freedom back, they could finally be released from Bane's iron grip. They collectively came to the conclusion that they would follow Isadora, even after her tantrum of enlightening them that they would be more in store for them away from this life.
She wouldn't admit it but that small flicker of hope glowed within her, that these five were able to make a decision on their own without someone forcing a choice upon them.

Diavolo encouraged her decision, there wouldn't be a war waging between them but more of an understanding. He finally saw her as his equal instead of his pawn. Although the parting from each other was bitter sweet but they realised that it wouldn't be for long, the time spent apart is necessary for her to grow her empire.

Indeed, she did; gaining Bane's shipment of Lilac, creating her own dispensary of quality graded drugs that had expert scientists imported from South Africa, washing a load of money. Diavolo and Isadora formed an alliance; both having equal shares in the legal escort business they established together.
Their relationship is marvellous; starting from the beginning I wouldn't have predicted this sort of outcome for them. They were stable, passionate and completely enthralled with each other.

Isadora met her match in Diavolo, both equal in bloodlust and power. The time of breaking each other is long gone as they finally learned to not let their personalities clash and ruin them. Now, I find that they will grow as a couple whether they acknowledge it or not.

This brings us to our current situation. In order for Diavolo and Isadora to see each other more often they initiated a dinner every sunday with the whole family, it often alternates between them. Currently, its Diavolo's turn and secretly I am always pleased when it happens.

The dark midnight waves of his hair sleeked back and those enchanting amethyst orbs with specks of gold that reflected glass captivated me in a spell I couldn't break free from. Shamelessly admitting that he is one of reasons I always wanted to come back to Diavolo's home but the main reason would be a tiny raven haired baby girl with magnetic smoky eyes. Over the course of my stay in the mansion, I grew attached more than I realised and by that time I couldn't stop or maybe I didn't want to.

Tonight would be the last for me, as we gather around the gigantic table filled with food that made your mouth water, I found myself placing this exact moment to memory. Katarina and Zion would be the perfect example of what I dreamt of all those years ago, before things turned sour.

Ziana sat on Zion's lap, stealing some of his chocolate mousse. He would pretend to be angry but that never lasted long with her adorable face; inky curls and sage mixed with honey orbs. Katarina would stare at them in awe of her two bundles of joy. If I thought love died a long time ago, they would subsequently bring hope into me. How can I tear my eyes away from such a delightful sight, imagining this for myself felt too pure. This is only for them, never for me. A twinge of discomfort would strike my heart, knowing that I could never have this. However an overwhelming sensation of happiness would overrule all my emotions when looked at them.