monachopsis | mgc

prologue

It's crazy to think of the possibility that supernatural creatures are real. You watch the array of colors glow through the eyes of Teen Wolf characters. You watch the haunting ghosts hover in the corner of the movie screen. You even watch the "blood sucking" vampires on the night of Halloween, with fake accents and devilish, toothy grins. Many in the real world are convinced they exist. Yet, most are under the impression that these beings are merely illusions of a creative mind and a gullible heart.

It's absurd to consider that the monsters under your bed, the zombies from their graves, or the witches in the night roam the mortal world, isn't it? Even Santa and the Tooth Fairy had their fair share of believers. The Easter Bunny? The Leprechaun at the end of the rainbow? I've heard it all. I've believed it all too, once.

But there are two supernatural beings that seem to exceed past the minds of the young and the foolish; the Angel and the Devil. Caught up in the web of religion with a few stitches of God-like worship, these two stretch to the opposite ends of the spectrum between what is known as Good and Evil. You might've seen them once, drawn with a beaming halo over their heads, or a stout pair of red horns. Maybe with wings spanning across their backs, intensely colored white or red. Outspread hands? The little pitchfork? It's a commonplace stereotype.

I wish i couldn't confirm these views. I wish i couldn't relieve conspiracists of their supposedly insane opinions. I wish I couldn't say that these creatures just might be real...

I just wish i could forget.

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"Daddy, look! I'm a ballerina," i giggled, twirling around in my puffy red tutu, along with some netted wings on my back , a sparkling wand in my hand, and what i thought to be red ears on my head.

My father, who had a matching set of red ears, smiled at me with a glint in his eye, and chuckled at my silly behavior. "Really? I think you look more along the lines of a fairy, perhaps."

I laughed and squealed, jumping around and trying to fly; anything to make my dad laugh. I ran up and down the hall of our living room, the ceilings stretching for miles. In the midst of going back and forth, i must've tripped over my own feet, because before i could take notice of what i was doing, it felt like i was thrown into the air before my face collided with the cold hardwood floor.

My cries started to fill the empty space of the hallway, until a booming cackle took its place. Through the blur of my tears, i looked over my shoulder to see my dad hunched over in laughter, his own tears forming in his eyes.

At the sight of my own father laughing at my pain, a burning feeling began to form in the pit of my chest. I had no idea why, but i sat up and clenched my fists as anger began to show on my face. I felt a certain heat i didn't even know i possessed within me, and without a target to trace it back to. I watched my father smile, the foreign feelings growing stronger and stronger. I couldn't be mad at him, could I?

As much as i tried to think of the reason for the madness i felt, i couldn't decipher it, and it was only getting worse. The sound of laugher began to fill my ears, and i began to see red.
Yet, that swipe of anger subsided when a glass table next to my father fell to the floor, shattering glass thrown among the soles of his feet and around his body.

His laughing had seized, a gasp leaving his mouth as he had almost levitated away from the mess of shards on the floor. He looked up at me with wide eyes. That couldn't have been me, could it?

Expecting the worse, i immediately rose from
the floor and hurried to my father. "I-I'm sorry daddy! I didn't mean t-to. . ."

"Hurt me?" he questioned with an incredulous tone. "Don't worry about me, sweetie." He gestured to the floor, and i looked down to find that I, too, was standing in the midst of shattered glass, bleeding cuts beginning to form on my feet. Yet, there was one problem.

I stood confused and terrified as i looked back up at him. "W-why can't i feel anything? Why can't i feel pain?"

The previous glint in my father's eyes returned, as he beckoned for me to come over. To my amazement, i was almost picked up off of the floor and carried to stand in front of my father. I stared at him in horror. What was happening?

He bent down to my level, only for me to see the irises of his eyes morphing into a reddish hue that flowed in contrast to his tan face. His smile was malicious, and he grabbed my chin delicately between his thumb and forefinger. "Our pain is temporary, love. But the pain that you will bring to others. . .now that. . .will be hell."

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A/N: Heyyooooo! Yes i know it's been prob over a few months since i've posted ANYTHING on this account, and i'm SO sorry for those of you reading "Spotted" and waiting for a new chapter! I promise to get that to you all soon :( Anyways, i hope y'all had an amazing New Year, and i'll be back soon! Thanks loves <3
-M