Forbidden Blood | Daniela x Male!Reader

Love and Hatred

In her black hooded dress that perfectly embraced her delicate figure and graceful silhouette, the woman with red hair stood there, lost in her own thoughts, her soft and beauty radiated from her flawless features, while the intensity of her piercing eyes mirrored her emotions.

Speaking in a soft voice, she mused. "Whom am I allowing to win today? shall it be the luminous grace of the white side, or the commanding prowess of the black side?" Lost in contemplation, she delved into the choices that lay before her – the ones that would bring her joy and the ones that would leave her feeling drained.

Daniela's heart was weighed down by a sense of emptiness and longing as she stepped into the vacant house, the turn of the heavy wooden door's handle echoed with a slow, sorrowful creak, perfectly mirroring her feelings, the room she entered, devoid of any signs of life, further accentuated her sense of desolation, the air hung heavy with the musty scent of neglected materials and remnants of toxic herbs and chemicals, injected into the bodies of those chosen, absentmindedly, Daniela wandered the room, her footsteps reverberated on the worn flooring, dust particles danced in the dim moonlight, delicately filtering through the open window, she came to know that you had departed during her absence while she was engaged in a conversation with her mother.

"Where has my mind wandered off to?" She wondered aloud. "Must I plummet from great heights and witness the red stains on my hands to understand that I am no angel, perfect in every way?" Her words carried the weight of self-reflection and growth, as she acknowledged her inner struggles.

Beside her stood a mirror, in which she gazed, capturing the melancholic atmosphere reflected within, only the weightiness of her own sorrowful heartbeat and the distant echo of her breath broke the silence that enveloped her, the absence of love and the burden of isolation became even more palpable as she went outside to find her mother, only to discover her absence as well, already gone and having traversed the distance.

Donning a serious expression and bearing a contemplative glance, she sighed and confessed, with her voice filled with bittersweet sadness. "The weight of my missteps feels like a cruel curse, much like the pain inflicted by false friends - self-blame, guilt, and remorse." She touched upon the challenges that had strained her relationships with her loved ones, emphasizing the emotional distance that had grown between them. "The curse of an endless cycle of thoughts... it feels as though worries have transformed into monsters, haunting my reality with no discernible cure in sight."

Falling to her knees, Daniela's body trembled with heavy sobs, with tears streaming down her cheeks, she underwent a transformation into a desperate soul, seeking peace within the house once again, in a state of desperation, she frantically began searching the room, her fingers grasping random objects amidst her despair, piece by piece, she constructed a makeshift sanctuary using torn blankets and neglected furniture, creating a refuge amidst the desolation, in these moments, she clung onto the semblance of madness as a means to find respite from the suffocating sadness.

She swung from chandeliers and danced with violent abandon, as though unseen eyes bore witness to her theatrics, the dull walls became adorned with radiant strokes of color as she expressed herself freely, in her carefree and uninhibited demeanor, she found temporary respite from the burden of her grief, but this relief was fleeting, as the weight of her sorrow remained ever-present.

As Daniela sat silently on the floor, her gaze fixed upon the reflective surface of the mirror, a flood of memories washed over her, transporting her back to days long gone, these memories were like colorful tapestries, intricately woven with the threads of her interactions with her beloved sisters, one sister in particular, Cassandra, held a special place in her heart, together, they embarked on countless joyful escapades, filled with boundless enthusiasm and a thirst for adventure, Daniela would eagerly follow in Cassandra's footsteps, leaping into the unknown with a contagious exuberance.