Chapter 2: How It All Began.

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Sarah. A lovely young lady who had it all. A good boyfriend, nice car, good grades, lovely family, nice friends... all from being royalty. Sarah is heir to the Queens throne when her mother dies. She has what she has, just because she's royal. None of her friends would even talk to her if she wasn't royalty. The car would be an unimaginable thing to have. And the rest you can see why. The only thing she truly loves, is her boyfriend John.

That one fateful night when they met was on the harvest moon. They clicked at first sight and never stopped talking through the night. They dated for several years when he found out her secret... she was the princess of the overworld heavens, sent to earth for protection. When other people found out, they convinced John to kill her. She was giving birth to newborns that week. Two girls named Luna and Stella.
John told the townsfolk that he would wait until they are old enough to leave their mother. John and Sarah spent all that week getting ready for the child with Sarah not knowing what lies ahead.

"Todays the day John. Luna and Stella will be brought into our beautiful home." John tried not to cry knowing soon those beautiful children will be motherless and his wife... forever in an eternal slumber. "Sweety, what's wrong? Are you scared of being first time father?" Sarah asked with a chuckle. "Everything's fine, I'm just... regretting things. Terrible things that I shouldn't have done especially now that I'm going to be a father today." He forced a smile. Sarah knew something was wrong but she pushed it to the back of her mind, trying to be happy for the arrival.

Five hours later, Sarah was rushed to the hospital. She was in labor. After 7 excruciating hours of pain, Luna and Stella were brought into the world. Healthy baby girls. Both with an odd feature, both girls had mismatched eyes. One red eye and one gold eye, an odd thing to find, especially on earth.

Three months later, the couple's anniversary night, was the last time the girls would see their mom alive, and the last time she would see them. "Sarah, are you and the girls ready to leave? We're going down to make-iversary hide out." The second John said that, Sarah dropped her phone in her purse and hurried out the door. John chuckled, then remembered his promise to the townsfolk, and sobbed. When he got in the car, his only thoughts were: Lord, please forgive me for what I'm doing to your creation, but It's for the good of the world.

The drive was quiet, the girls weren't screaming or fussing, no one turned on the music, no one made eye contact. They arrived at midnight, the blood moon was out, the night was cold, and Sarah was holding her girls tight to keep them warm. John popped a champagne bottle and scared the Shit out of Sarah. "What was that?!" John chuckled. "Relax dear, it was just the champagne, want a glass?" Sarah shook her head. She hasn't drank since she was pregnant and this particular champagne was EXTREMELY strong.

John instantly chugged 3 glasses, getting drunk by the second. Sarah was worrying about John, about herself, about her girls. When it was time to leave, Sarah asked if they can stay behind to wait for him to sober up. "Of course my dear, anything for you." He chuckled and had an evil look across his face.

Sarah had the need to hold her girls closer. When John was sober enough, he took her into the nearby abandoned church, supposedly asking God for forgiveness.
Sarah was worried at what she heard John say. "Dear Lord, please forgive me for killing my one and only. Please protect my daughter's from the people that find them.... Forgive Me." He came back, smiling maniacally but still tearing up.

"John, are you ok? I can drive if you're not sober..." John reached in his back pocket, laughing slightly with his maniac smile, slowly getting closer to Sarah. "Please, are you ok my dear?" Sarah backed into the corner of the abandoned church, fell backwards, and held her daughter's closer as they began to scream and cry. It felt like somehow, they knew something bad would happen.

"People have told me to kill you. I told them I would. They said you're just a freak that can't fit in with humans." Sarah was scared at her realisation of why John acted strangely the week of her daughter's arrival. John slowly got out a gun, a .22 millimeter barrel, and pointed it towards Sarah. "Please, you don't have to do this." Sarah begged in defeat. "I'm sorry my love, but it's for the good of the world."

With the pull of a simple semi-rusted trigger on an old gun, Sarah's life was taken away. Her daughter's were silenced from the noise and the blood splashing on their pale freckled skin. John pulled out a pocket knife and cut away her clothes, admiring what he thought was a job well done. He started to slash at her body lightly, breaking just the skin, then shot her in the chest 3 times. He backed away to look at what the final copy looked like. He was elated.

As he licked the blood from the knife, he picked up his girls to try to soothe them. "Shh, don't worry my darling Angels, your fate will be decided when you're of age. My heart isn't stone cold yet so I'll make sure you see a better path than that filthy scum of a disgrace. You are at least human in a sense, now let's go home."

He looked at Sarah one last time and a single tear fell, as he thought of a plan. He put the girls in the car when he walked back for Sarah's cold, dead, pale body and picked her up and placed her in the passenger's seat and buckled her in.

"I don't know about you, but I think the sixth realm will enjoy a new slave." He caressed her cheek and drove into the night, happy for the deal he's fulfilled.

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