"And one day she discovered that she was fierce and strong, and full of fire and that not even she could hold herself back because her passion burned brighter than her fears."
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I was the creation of a failed marriage, a broken family, and a sad love story. This ongoing fight between my parents had been happening for decades, even before I was born. My mother, Hecate; the goddess of witchcraft, magic, and ghosts fell in love with my father, Saint Micheal an archangel; protector of Israel at a very young age where both of them were still trying to figure out what would become of their own personal futures. Since the beginning, they've had this spark that has caused them to go crazy over each other, their love has been amorous, adventurous, mysterious, and poisonous. My mother being the more rebellious one in the relationship would cause the majority of the problems. She enjoyed playing around with dark magic and would even ask my father to join her when doing satanic activities. My father would always say no, him being a believer of God, he thought doing such sinful actions would be betraying his creator. At some point, he became sick of my mother's behavior, not wanting to be involved with her anymore, he cut off all ties and left her with just a note explaining his reasons.
My mother was furious and thought it was childish for my father to be leaving her for such foolish excuses. Lucky for her, not long after she found out she was pregnant with me. She thought it was the perfect way to get him back, for them to be together once again, a real family. But my father didn't care, he wanted nothing to do with my mother and even told her to get an abortion. Realizing there was nothing to do to change his mind, she respected his wishes and left, never once seeing him again. Out of hatred and pettiness, as soon as I was born, she baptized me in satanic water so I would never be able to meet my father. When growing up, she never really paid attention to me, kind of just leaving me by myself for days, weeks and sometimes months. At first, it was hard and depressing because I knew my existence was just a reminder of how her true love left her, I was a reflection of my father and it disgusted her. Even behind all the negativity, we did have our special daughter-mother moments that I will forever cherish.
My mother taught me what it truly meant to be a goddess, the responsibility that comes behind it and how it will represent who I am as a person for the rest of my life. I need to make decisions wisely and carefully, knowing the outcome will do good for me no matter how difficult it is. We have this conversation quite often as a way of warning to not make the same mistakes she did, she wants me to be stronger and smarter, to not let anything get in my way. Especially men. She's never been fond of the idea of meeting someone new I'm getting close to, she says it's a distraction and that I shouldn't be wasting my time. I understand where she's coming from. I truly do but sometimes I even feel sorry for her because I know my mother is a strong woman and that she's capable of being happy but instead all she does is mope around and hook up with random mortal men at bars.
