I’m the princess of the Shadow Seekers.
The seven words ran through my mind at a rough pace, stirring up memories I never knew I had and some I’d like not to bring up. My memory blanked out after I killed my mother, so I didn’t know what had happened after that, but memories were coming back to me in sudden flashes.
The gun fell to the ground with a thud, landing on its side to show off the word written there; ‘No Hell Can Stand In My Way.’ Crimson blood spread across the grey stone floor, a puddle surrounding the crumpled dead form of my mother. Agitated voices came from behind the door and they edged closer; the door groaned as the owners of the voices turned the handle and pushed, revealing the troubled scene before them. Looks of horror and disgust were scattered across their faces, their gazes drawn to the slumped figured in front of them and finally their eyes fell on me.
The next memory came over me like a wave, shutting out the image before it.
“Alexandra, there are some things you should know. You already know your mother was a Shadow Seeker, but what you didn’t know was that she was the Queen of the Seekers, and that makes you the princess,” my dad told me, holding my cold hands in his warm ones.
“I’m the princess?” I whispered, dumbfounded.
“Yes, but there’s something else. I’m an Archetype, one of the four rulers of Heaven, and you’re my daughter, which makes you the princess of Heaven, too.”
“I’m the princess… of Heaven and Hell?”
The image of me sitting with my father shattered into tiny fragments as they tumbled to the ground at my feet, and was quickly replaced by another.
“So you’re half Angel, half Seeker, and princess of both Heaven and Hell?” Ashton confirmed with a raised eyebrow. I nodded.
“Who are you, girl?” he teased mockingly, nudging me in the side with his elbow. Straightening my spine and lifting my head, I answered him seriously.
“I’m Alexandra Miller, Angel/Seeker hybrid, ruler of Heaven and Hell,” I said menacingly, and I could feel my eyes change colour, from pale violet to electric blue. I was the perfect mixture of good and evil.
Blood. It hit my senses and all I could smell was the metallic scent of blood. Opening my eyes, I found myself walking into a large ballroom with a glass ceiling, giving off a perfect view of the black night sky. Tall, round pillars stood on either side of the room and hundreds of Seekers crawled along the sides, all fighting to get to the front to get a better view.
Lifting my chin up, I turned my eyes in front of me and saw eight slumped bodies sitting on the floor in a line; their wrists encircled by manacles and long chains shackled to the ground. I zeroed my gaze to the last two figures on the right of the line and my heart jumped in my chest. Caleb and Ash.
A sharp jab in the back pushed be forward, ever closer to the chained people. They looked just like ordinary people, but on closer look I realized they weren’t. A girl who looked to be about the same age as me had greenish-blue scales covering her skin, a man who looked to be in his twenties had frail, transparent wings on his back and woman in her mid-thirties had pale white skin and sharp, pearl-coloured incisors.
Monsters.
The people before me where supernatural beings. Scale-girl was a Siren; the guy with wings was a Fairy and the woman with the fangs was a Vampire. These were the people who were to be sacrificed in the ritual.
The room roared with shouts from the hundreds of Seekers, but with the wave of a hand, they were all silent. I was stopped a few feet way from the line of people. Allard Derrick spoke up and his booming voice echoed throughout the room.
“It has finally come! The reign of a new kingdom is upon us!” he shouted and the Seekers cheered. “Tonight we shall perform the ritual that is to claim Alexandra,” he pointed to me in a grand gesture, “as our Queen!”
The Seekers cheered and clapped their hands roughly, but I blocked them out. Both Caleb and Ash were looking at me and I was looking back. All I wanted to do was go over and embrace them, but I knew that I couldn’t, and the thought pained me.
“To become Queen, Alexandra, you must be more than half Shadow Seeker. This ritual will destroy a quarter of your Angel blood and replace it with Seeker blood, making you three-quarters Shadow Seeker,” Allard explained and my stomach dropped. Three-quarters Shadow Seeker?
“Let the ritual begin!” he announced and his laughter was lost in the uproar of sound. He left my side and walked over to the first person on the left, who was a male teenager. Suddenly a knife appeared in his right hand, and he raised it to the boy’s throat.
“The Doppelganger,” Allard stated and slid the knife across the boy’s neck.
The boy’s eyes rolled back into his head as he dropped to the floor, and I could no longer hear anything else but the high pitch sounds of my screams.
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as i fall
Fantasy"I don't scream as I fall." Kicked out of Heaven and sworn to a life of darkness and death, what is a fallen angel supposed to do? Alexandra Miller has done something horrific and unspeakable, and has therefor been kicked out of Heaven. But the thi...
