angel wings tainted black.
━━━━━ PROLOGUE,
the beginning of the end.THE FIRST THING TABITHA VENTRIX REMEMBERED WAS HOW DARK IT TRULY WAS. She was all out of sorts — of course, that was to be expected from a four-year-old. From what she could gather, it was at least the middle of the night; she could be wrong, she was only four, you know.
Tabitha sniffed the air — it smelled fresh, like wet grass after a good rain that lasted almost the whole day, the flowers blooming beside her sitting form. Her brown eyes looked up and around her as she adjusted to the darkness of the night, completely transfixed with the glowing dots in the sky — stars, she remembered. Her four-year-old self was amazed at how beautiful the sky could look whilst she lie in her bed, sleeping peacefully without a care in the world. She had no worries or cares yet because she was four-years-old, and everyone knew that training began when children just turned seven.
Seven was a lucky number, or so her mother has told her. "Angel number seven is an auspicious sign—" Tabitha has always interrupted her mother's story to ask what's auspicious? no matter if she knew what it meant or not (Tabitha is a very gifted child; she spoke at one-and-a-half, she started walking a week after that, so on and so forth). "—from our guardian angels that we are on the right life path."
Tabitha listened eagerly, like it was the first but also her last time ever hearing her mother tell her the story. "When we see angel number seven again and again, it means that we will overcome all obstacles and realize our success in our endeavors. It is also a message from the angels that they are happy with the choices that you have made, so if you continue on your present path you will be rewarded."
Tabitha's mother always made her feel like a genius, despite only being the mere age of four. Tabitha was a genius, despite only being the mere age of four. Her mother was so intuitive, and Tabitha believes it to be because of the number seven. "Whether you are on your spiritual path or not, or if you feel drawn to spiritual information and transcendent—" what's transcendent? "—teachings from the Ascended Masters, seeing angel number seven is a good indication that you are introspective and thoughtful."
But now her mother was gone. Or, she was gone, her mother was still there. She didn't know which to say, but either way she was missing. She didn't know where she was, what she was supposed to do, and all she wanted was an adult or someone she could trust to take her home.
Clearly, the 'Ascended Masters' were listening and frowned upon a poor, alone, four-year-old girl who most likely looked like hell.
"Welcome to Blakiena, little one."
LESSON NUMBER ONE: NEVER SHOW WEAKNESS. That was the first thing she learned from her father, Thanos, when they had began her training at age seven. Her training for what she was unsure of. All she knew was that she may or may not have been too young to be exposed to these sorts of things, and it was giving her a bad feeling — but that was a weakness, which meant that she had to find the source and snuff it out before her enemies could snuff her out.
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Fanfiction𝐁𝐀𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 | mercy on me, would you please spare me tonight. In a different life, Tabitha Ventrix would've been the purest of angels, harmless to anyone. In reality, she was nothing of the sort; a weapon against the world. She wasn't a...