The Princes Blight

Mother

I nodded my head at him and continue walking back to my house. We needed to pack supplies for the journey since we wouldn't be flying. I snickered at the thought of his reaction if he were to see my wings, he would surely kill me himself and find another way to the palace then laugh with his buddies and brag about how he located a blight and killed her.
       Blights are few and far in between. Ever since the human race died off hundreds of years ago, the angels and demons have been in a constant war with each other. Angels were known to throw up at the very thought of our races interacting in a sexual manner, but the demons never gave the angles much of a choice when they got what they wanted.
       I was never meant to be born, my mother was an angel of high status and my father was a lowly soldier in the daemon army. My mother had flown to the ruins of a battlefield much like the one me and dumpster boy were in right now. Her husband had been fighting in the war but had never come home, in her grief she had gone to the field to search for his body even though she knew she would find nothing.
      A lone demon had been wondering around after the battle, he was wounded and waiting for his wing to heal to he could return to his land. He saw my mother crying alone and attacked her. She fought as hard as she could but it was no use as the demon landed a hard hit to her temple and knocked her unconscious.
He the rapped her multiple times and ripped up her wings so she would not be able to fly away. When she awoke, the demon was sleeping so she took his knife and slashed his throat in the middle of the night.
       She returned home and 3 months later descoverdd she was pregnant with me. At 9 months, just be for she was due to give birth, she flew to a remote city and had me there. She raised me there until I was 7 and she deemed me old enough to care for myself, I haven't seen her since.
     I have hidden myself for years, I don't yearn for the day when I shall see her again, I don't live everyday to the fullest, and I'm thankful for the ties she cut. I survived, I'm surviving, and that's all I need. People hold you back and make you weak is what my mother said, she called me an Abomination and reminded me many time That the world wanted nothing to do with a blight like me, so I covered my blight and I hid it away, cursing her for not killing me when I was younger.
There is nothing I can do about it now, I've lived for too long to want to die now. Dumpster boy may just become my last mission. When he's home safe and sound then I could show myself to the palace Garuda and have them excute me. Maybe it would be better than a life of hiding.