catharsis [ss.]

Destruction

My life is defined by the darkness.

Darkness clouding my mind as a child, with no memory of a family apart from a couple caretakers and orphans.

Dark halls in dark estates with a husband that satiates my unyielding desire for my dark power to reverse the natural order of the world.

Dark brown hair and dark eyes of a boy who lost himself to the dark arts and those dark, dark desires of mine.

Perhaps there are times when life wasn't so dark. Surely there's no god that would forever damn their creation into the darkness. There was a time when life wasn't as complicated as it is now.

A time before the goblin-king decided he'd rule the world.

A time when two boys can call each other brothers and remain young, foolish, naive boys in the solace of a secret underground room.

A time when a girl was just a girl and not the catalyst of a brotherhood's destruction.

I grasp desperately at these short-lived moments, soaking up all of the light without a care about the outcome for I know what tomorrow holds.

The darkness is no longer a stranger to me, and I welcome it with open arms. I know the void like the palm of my hand. I should know, for I am what's left of the very unfortunate, tragic, ancient House of Morningstar—wielders of the most powerful magic known to mankind.

We were deemed superior because we possessed otherworldly magic. Ancient magic was one with the blood that runs through our veins. It made my ancestors proud and complacent, thinking that they were untouchables. Thinking like they were gods. But gods are equals, woven from the same cloth, wielding the same power—they can and they have used this power against each other. Ancient magic turned on itself, and what once dignified my family reduced it to ashes.

I have read stories that spoke of a morning star cast out of the heavens because of greed and pride.

It's ironic how the fate of a centuries-old powerful pureblooded family used to be some old muggle wives' tale about the devil. "The devil was once God's favorite angel." How ironic that of all people it could have born a resemblance to, it happened to mine.

What was it they called us?

The Ancient and Most Powerful House of Morningstar, Deo Lux Nostra.

Our light comes from God.

And it is with that same light that we perish.

I am not above my family. I too have been blinded by this power, and I will perish. This power is my birthright and I will not let my fate to be dictated by others who do not possess the same ability I do, by those who do not share the same burden that I do. I shall walk in the footsteps of Isadora Morganarch and perfect what she has left imperfect. There are more keepers than Rackham let on, and surely they will try to stop me.

Anyone who does is short-sighted, and anyone who does will find themselves as an unwilling recipient of what I can do. The wizarding world will find themselves torn at which side to choose, and they will be fools not to choose mine.

From now on I shall decide, and whatever I decide, trust that it is for a reason. I hold the power to be judge, jury, and executioner of my ability. Everything I have done and will continue to do, is for a reason. There is nothing that I wouldn't do for those that I love.

For the one that I love.

Sebastian, my heart, I do all of this for you. The vision you seek for the world is the vision I work towards. Together, we will rid the world of all its pain, no matter the cost.

And should anyone else read this, I implore mercy for my soul should the gates of Hell open and welcome me home.

I am destruction.

Lilith Morningstar