My Demonic Beauty (Jackunzel) [Editing]

My Demonic Beauty (13)

Pitch Black

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I did what I had to.

Even if it was my own daughter.

Sacrifices must be made.

I don't know if I killed her, I don't know if she survived, but I do know one thing; I do love her. And it pained me to do that to my dear flower, but it had to be done. I had to push my feelings aside and do what was right for my kingdom. The only problem now is the pest, Jack Frost. Once he's dead, everything will be back to normal.

She's not your daughter.

She is. I love Rapunzel with all of my heart, I'm sure she's alive. Frost wouldn't have let her die. I would've felt something if she did indeed died. And, if I like it or not, my heart would've broke. Rapunzel is my daughter.

She isn't. You stole her from her real father.

So what if I did? I love her, I am her father. She loves me, nothing's wrong. Nothing's bad.

You killed her real father. What would she think?

What would she think? Nothing of it.

What about her real mother?

Rapunzel doesn't know of her.

What if she found out?

She won't.

But what if she did?

What if she did? She cannot. I can't let that happen. I look up from my desk and stare at the door. Her mother... where is her mother? Isn't she a maid? Somewhere in the castle, I suppose. I need her close to me, but what's her name? I can't remember... Dammnit, what's her bloody name!

I stand from my chair and stride toward the door. Outside, a guard is station. I walk past him and make my way down to the kitchens, where I assume Rapunzel's mother is. I cannot remember her name... after everything... that happened. Does she remember mine? Before I was Pitch Black?

Suddenly, I'm not in my castle in Anoroc, but I'm in a meadow. I'm seventeen, young and youthful. Not did I know that years later I would become Pitch Black, but that's a different story. This particular memory is when I met my love, Amelia. Yes, that's her name. Amelia. We we're young and crazy, and she was always so nice to me, despite how mean I was. She took the time to know me, the real me.

"Aiden!"

I turned around, and the biggest smile ever grew on my face. She was running towards me, waving her hand in the air and laughing. Her long, brown hair flew behind her. Her doe green eyes bright and full of happiness. I stood up and she ran into my arms. I was happy.

"Aiden, you'll never believe who I met today!" She exclaimed, grabbing my hand and dancing around. I laughed at her excitement.

"Oh yeah? Who'd you meet?" I asked. Her face was adorable as she smiled and practically squealed at me.

"His name is Marcus, and he's the most amazing guy I've ever met! He's kind and sweet, and I think he likes me! And, get this, he's a prince! I didn't even know and it's just so cool!"

My heart broke. She rambled for the rest of the day while I just sat in misery. My love didn't love me. It was the worst feeling in the whole world, like my heart was ripped from my chest and stomped on. After Marcus came, I was pushed to the side. Amelia rarely talked to me anymore, and I was her best friend. When we turned eighteen, Marcus proposed. I was invited to the wedding, but I never went. It was too painful. And as she was learning the role of being a queen, I was slowly becoming Pitch Black. Each day, the same pain attacked me until I didn't care anymore.