Hades Daughter

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p a i n & p a n i c

It's 2am, as I sneak past my fathers door ignoring the large snores that echo throughout the halls, whilst a faint blue light shines under the large door. Glancing at it, I turn my head back in front of me, not surprised to see my two 'babysitters'. The infamous pain and panic wander around my feet, almost tripping me up. The teal-blue creatures thin arms shook beneath me in fear and his yellow eyes showed worry. Ironically, giving him his name; panic. "Hecate, please, what if your father finds out that you're gone? What if someone sees y-"
Before I could interrupt his hushed worrying, pain beat me to it, the short, purple monster with different ideas in mind than me.
"Maybe he'll kill you, just like last time; torture you and then bring you back. Oh boy, was that a rough month for you!"
After giving him a disapproving look, I shrug and then smirk at both of them.
"You mean if he finds out," at my idea, both of them grin showing their yellow stained teeth.
"If is good, I like if," they say in unison nodding like mad-men.

We leave in opposite directions, me approaching spiral staircase which will lead to the ground of the 'isle of the lost'; whilst my fathers two minions run off, in hopes of avoiding him. My father is a crazy, ruthless killer; feared by all not just on the isle but around the world. His grey, wrinkled skin alone gives the aura of death, and if that doesn't hint to who he is, the names Hades will. I hope to follow in his footsteps and rule the underworld, when the time is right, and hopefully I'll live up to the miserable mans expectations.

Unlike most kids on the isle, I know who both my parents are. My mother is the impulsive and insane Iracebeth of Crims, more formally known as the red queen or queen of hearts. Just because I know my mother, doesn't mean I tolerate her. After a one night stand with my father those sixteen years ago, she has been more than disapproved of me. Giving me to the almighty Hades the same hour I was born, her hate for me is indescribable; for a reason in which I do not know.

The one good part of having the queen of hearts as my mother, is that I am now the product of the most unforgiving villains of all time; just imagine the reputation I was given the moment I was born. My mother also provided me another gift, my half brother; Hayden Hearts. A boy so damaged and broken that he is truly insane; the perfect ingredients for a partner in crime.

I reach the top of the staircase, finally, using the large key on a necklace, around my neck, to open the rusty and creaking door to the early morning darkness of the isle.

A/N: how was it cheesy? Not cheesy enough? Damn now I want cheese.
Anyway thankyou for reading, this is my first ever fanfic so please show the love, if there are any suggestions or improvements I could make then feel free to comment or message me; that would be sooo helpful. I'll try and update asap, thanks for reading!
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