The Thunder Kings Girl (BOOK 2)

Part 27

I sat there crying for a long time until I lost track of the very time I had been trying so hard to keep and why was I crying? My little girl. My little baby was taken from me! I wanted my daughter back! He was taking another person out of my life to do who knows what and I sat here with guards cleaning up the mess the nurses left behind though they seemed a bit sympathetic as I cried my heart out . It was the cry of a lost mother just wanting nothing more than her child back! Laxus was here I could tell by the bang but would he find me in time before I'm consumed? Would he be able to protect the very family I loved from myself?

What could I do? My name was not my name unless someone gave me a reason to keep it and I admit that I am anything but strong when it comes to these things! I'm a mess at trying to be a mother, a wife, a daughter, a sister, a guild member. All of these things are true words that no one can deny not even I, the persecutor. No one can tell me that I'm safe around others when I know who I am better yet add to the mix to the fact that I know what I am and that is a monster in so many ways though I can only use one word or in my opinion a phrase to say what I am and what I have harboring in me. What am I? Who am I? Simple really! The phrase I would use?

I'm one thing. A Demon.

Yes. I am and always will be a demon.

No one realized that I already knew that there was a part of me that I wish I never had and now she was mad and trying to run through the surface of my control and she was getting what she wanted! She wanted the child that she had grown accustomed to while she was in our belly to be back in the right arms whether it the father or our own. Of all things she was crying pleading me to let her out though I could tell by the looks on the guards faces that they could tell my magic was overflowing past it's okay point. The tears turned red with rage dripping to the floor as a scream so loud left my mouth that it could be heard through the entire building. It was a pained one as the shackles around me were melted in one single instant making people's eyes widened as I wobbled up a bit again screaming like a banshee a large gust of wind knocking the people to the walls and the people who were in the other cells watched in horror as my body transformed.

The pain was unbearable and no one knew that I knew the pain! Remember it well I do. The first time I pulled out the heart of a man. Sure it may have been quick but I can remember holding that red heart in my hand as it beated its last beat while the man in front of me fell to his knees a look of terror the last thing to be etched onto his face when I store at it with no emotion and for a second I wondered something while holding that heart in my hand. Do I have any emotions to dispart me from the demon that solely try to hide?

A question for someone, anyone, everyone. How do we breath knowing what we do? How do we breath air and drink the waters of life when we know that we are as tainted at this death god? We, no matter what you may believe, are as tainted as him from birth as when we wish someone dead we wish that he would come kill them when no one watches! I am a sinner like him for I have killed and shed blood by my hands without batting an eyelash to my brother or the man in front of me. It was like a horror show in my mind everytime I close my eyes! That man is sitting there with a look of disgust on his face, a hole in his chest, and he said one thing that I came to know as a true word.

"You're a Monster." Was I? Was I a monster? Did I abandon my humanity? He repeated this over and over with such certainty killing me with every word until I became so used to it that no longer did that become a matter to me! A monster. I came to terms with that word. If I must be a demon, a monster, something else out of a horror book, out of a nightmare, to save my child, to kill a god, to save them all? Then I welcome the Demon out for a once in a lifetime opportunity to prove to me that I can let her out and have her not harm others unless both she and I deem that it be necessary without so much as a drop of doubt.

I am a monster. I am a demon. I am human. I am something out of your worst nightmare Arius and now? You pay the price for taking what is my families! For what is mine! You pay your fee. What will your fee be Arius? Shall I think it should be anything other than your death? If I don't do what I must you will hurt any and every person in the world who is in my bloodline just to create a new generation where humans become the slaves of the gods. Not going to happen. Never in my life will a child have to be enslaved for who they are or how they were born and whom they were born from. No person should fear people like weak petulant gods and even I admit fully that I am a petulant girl most of the time so yes this is how it'll be.

Finally we can agree on something. My demon said in my head her seductive voice running rampant as she began to take control. I'll try my hardest not to hurt people we love. Sometimes I lose control. I think that's partially what we need in this case. I know but still...

My heart was heavy though I knew this is how such things must be! I hurt way too many people to not have blood on my hands if it meant to save others. This time? I can't be the one to hide. I know that now.

"I'm sorry..." I said and wept one last tear of my own free will.

And with that I let out one last loud pained scream.