Lucifer's Daughter

Chapter 1- Pumpkin Pie & Cinnamon Tea

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Enjoy the first chapter of Lucifer's Daughter and I really really hope you like it.

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         🎧: Dead Wrong by The Fray

Chapter 1- Pumpkin pie & Cinnamon Tea

I sat in between the stacks of books in the orphanage attic, my only source of light by which a melting candle. The stench of burning wax filled the room and I couldn't help but smile;seems like this is my only source of happiness at the moment. I lifted myself off the cushion and walked to the broken mirror. I stared deeply at the image it presented me with. Pale blue eyes, high cheekbones and plump lips. My chestnut brown hair cascaded down my shoulders gracefully. My thin frame stood at 5"8.

My vision diverted from my reflection to a peculiar object that stood behind me. The beat-down wooden box lie in the far corner of the small attic. Regardless of the profusely miniature room, I haven't seen it before and judging by the amount of time I spend in here, I should know every square- inch by heart. I turned around and stepped closer to the object, studying it. I picked it up with my bare hands; the flame of the candle stilled and the air held a sense of danger, as if, for a split second, warning me not to open the box. Just as my fingers touched the golden latch, the attic door opened." I knew I'd find you here!" Sister Elizabeth exclaimed and I jumped. Sister Elizabeth is the one who found me at the steps of the orphanage 16 years ago today, I had just been a mere 4 hours old. She is an old, chubby 5"2 Woman that makes you feel like you're wanted. Since then, many families came here and left with the intent of adopting me but they never came back." What are you doing?" she inquired and I quickly hid the box behind my back as I faced her.

"Sister Elizabeth!" I said and quickly drew a smile on my face. "What have you got behind your back?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "Uh- nnothing." I stuttered. Just great! She walked closer towards me and my face held worry. She looked behind my back and then faced me. "There truly is nothing." she said. I squeezed the box to make sure it was there, but I felt nothing. I looked at my hands hastily to find absolutely nothing. Where did the box go? A petrified expression took over my features. Sister Elizabeth's chocolate brown eyes stared at me intently. "Stop fooling around, its time for the carnival and I have a little birthday surprise." she told me.

Today is sadly my birthday, what a dreadful day. It happens to be the same day of the harvest festival. The harvest festival is held in St. Mary every October 19th to celebrate the start of the harvest season, in which a rare fruit called 'Devil's Dragon' grows. It's red and spherical, it is said to taste sweet for those with good souls, yet bitter for those who know nothing but evil. Oddly, its tasteless to me. I haven't told anyone about this seeing as it seems I'm already resented by everyone in town for some unknown reason. They all give me quaint looks, mostly because all I do is visit the library and stick my nose in a book. The townspeople are irritatingly scathing and loathe anything that seems out of the ordinary at their terms.

Sometimes, I question what 'ordinary' is. A bunch of meaningless letters joined together to create a word representing a standard that is set by what the majority of people find common or find should be common. Most 'ordinary' people despise those who are superior and relegate those who are inferior. All these labels, yet I can't find mine. With every dreary second that passes I feel as if I do not belong between these people, my place is not here, yet this is where I find myself.

My chain of thought was interrupted by the screaming kids in the foyer as I descended the staircase. I stared at the children. They own the purest of smiles, those that remain intact, never to be broken. Innocence surrounds them, that is until they come in contact with the world. The monsters, villains, and sinister fiends. The scariest they shall come in contact with are those who hide inside a forged fortress of happiness. The ones that have their fabricated kindness set free, to lure children into a trap. While their spitefulness lurks in the shadows, awaiting its time to emerge. To drink the children's kindness and submerge into their perception of things, twisting and crumbling them into obscurity. I feel the need to warn them and protect them, for I know that soon, their virtuous souls must comply to the slaughter of innocence.

"Hi, Thana!" a 5 year old named Henry exclaimed gleefully. "Hey, Henry!" I said as I picked him up and hugged him. You see Henry was put here when he was a year old and the moment I saw him, I felt like he was going to be something great. "Why haven't you been visiting me?" he pouted and I ruffled his hair. "Classes are extremely stressful and I don't have enough time. I'm sorry, Henry. Maybe I'll drop by next week. How does that sound?" I soothed.  His face lit up and he wrapped his arms around my neck. "Deal." he whispered and I hugged back. I put Henry down, grabbed my jacket from the rack at the door, and proceeded to the carnival. 

I go to public school here and it isn't very friendly. I don't converse much with the students but I sure do hear their whispers about me, 'Emo Orphan Girl'.  Wearing black all the time doesn't make me emo, does it? Moving on, the town square is a mere 5 minute walk from the orphanage and where the event is held. A frigid breeze kissed my face and I held on to tighter to the jacket. The beautiful tree leaves stained in red, orange and brown fell to the ground and those still on the trees, brushed past each other creating the most harmonious of symphonies. As I became close to the town square I could hear the chatter, the laughs and smell the pumpkin pies along with cinnamon tea.

"Hello. I would like an entrance stamp to the carnival, please?" I asked why whole fidgeting with my fingers. One thing you should know about me is that I have awful social anxiety. I can't believe I managed to finish that sentence without stuttering. "Sure thing, sweetie!" An old woman's voice replied warmly. I smiled and gave her my hand so she could put a stamp. "Thank you for coming, Thana." She told me and I gave her an odd smile. How the hell does she know my name? I shrugged it off and went in.