Love & Deceit

Chapter 14: Tempting Fate

           

No...no, it can't be, this can't be happening.

"You're lying."

"You wanted to find out about your past. Here I am."

"No...You're lying!"

"Child, I'm not. Just allow me to explain."

"Explain what?! You are not my father."

"Would you like a magical paternity test to prove it?"

"Very funny. This is some kind of sick joke, and I am not gonna have it."

I turned to leave again, only to be stopped by his arm grabbing mine. Suddenly I wasn't in the alleyway; I was in an eerily familiar house...or should I say castle. I was standing in front of a vivid image of a younger version of Azeroth, standing with a woman with hair that was so light blonde colored that it made her alabaster skin look darker than it actually was. Her hair was styled into a faux-hawk to the left side of her head. In her arms was a baby. The same pale faced, auburn haired baby that I had seen as images in my head, while I was poisoned. Where the hell am I? What's going on? I inched forward, to get a better look, and entered into their view. They hadn't acknowledged my presence, or so much as flinched at the arrival of a total stranger in their home. Can they not see me? Or is this a vision? A past vision?

When I got close enough, I could finally see the face of the woman more clearly. Oh my god...that's MOIRA. One of the 3 founders of the Plight, there were no records of her having children, let alone ever being married.

"I don't want to do this, Azeroth."

"We don't have a choice, my love."

"She's our daughter! We can't just...put her up for adoption."

"We're not; we're giving her to the Plight's orphanage. They'll take good care of her."

"It should be us, not some strangers."

"This kills me to do Moira, but we must disappear. Dominican is gone, we must re-gather our strength, and our baby, shouldn't be put through that."

Tears started welling up in her eyes.

"But..."

"I know, baby."

He enveloped her in his arms, soothing her by rubbing her back. Trying to bring her some amount of comfort.

"Moira, we'll be back for her, after our quest is complete."

"I know, it's just...She's gonna grow up without us."

"We have to be strong..."

He then looked lovingly down at the baby, in Moira's arms.

"...For Raven."

There was an abrupt flash of blinding light, and then I was back at the agency alleyway, looking at Azeroth's sad expression.

"H-How?"

"I am your father, Raven. I'm back for you before anything else."

"B-But Moira..."

"It's complicated..."

"She's Plight! How did she...?"

"Again, complicated. I'd rather not explain everything here...you don't look very well."

"N-No I'm...I"

Then it all started making sense. The reason I'm so strong, the reason my powers outmatch the entirety of the Plight. I'm half Brotherhood half Plight. I'm a merge of Darkness and light. That would explain the callousness...I'm made of darkness. It's in my blood to be evil, that's why he was sure I'd join him, because he knows part of me craves chaos, part of me craves instability, part of me craves...entropy. He's not lying, I knew it from the second he said it, not only because it makes sense, but because I could feel it. The vivid vision of the past, it felt too familiar to not be true. I didn't want to believe it, but he's not lying, and I have no idea what the hell I'm going to do now.