She was a young girl when the fires started. Truly still a babe. Anytime she was angry the flames would ignite and burn everything around her. At the age of two she had set her home and family aflame. she had been in the yard. Her parents fighting in the kitchen, she could see them through the window. They were yelling, she didn't understand. Then she was angry.
That was where it started. At her will they caught fire.
The strange man came then. His eyes aflame, they burned red. He reached his hand up and cupped the girls face. He whispered in her ear not to cry. And wiped away her tears.
"No daughter of mine, shall ever cry for the lose of mortal slaves."
He left then, and days later they all wore black. They shed their tears. She was much to young to understand why they cried. That was the day the shadows came.
They whispered in her ear. Voices with evil intent.
They were always there. Whispering. Laughing. Torturing her with their cynical thoughts. Her whole childhood was a rollercoaster of therapists, and specialists. At every turn they prescribed her new medications and experimental drugs. They always tried to fix her. But no one could ever fix her.
Because
Octavia Josette Morningstar
Was not broken.
No, she was unstoppable.
And she welcomed Hell on earth
She christened it in Hellfire.
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Hellfire.
HorrorIt was quiet. The winds stayed silent. The trees held their breath and the creatures hid. And the lone willow tree wept. There the child hid alone. Away from the monsters haunting her mind. There the willow wiped her tears and shielded her from the...
