The Unlovables

Prologue: Delta

[TW: Abuse in this chapter]

Love.
What is love?
I used to think that I knew.
Love was worthless. It had no meaning in life. It made us weak. That's all I was ever told. No one ever truly loved another. They just used you until they had no more need of you. Love didn't exist. It was only a legend that people chose to believe in. At least, that's what I thought
But....
That was until I met them
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"Mama, what are we?"
The woman looked down at the child, her silver eyes glinting in the moonlight, before turning away once more.
"Superior beings, my son," she responded, placing her hand atop the boy's head.
"How?"
"Everyone else, they feel. They have emotions. They love."
"But what's so wrong about love?" The boy asked.
The woman sighed.
"You'll learn soon enough, Delta."
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I stared out beyond the gorge as smoke filled my nostrils. The wind began to blow, and I turned away. My mother would be upset if she knew I was here. Sucking in a breath, I swiftly walked away from the punishment grounds, away from those I had doomed.
My name is Delta Ihrif, and I made a mistake. Again. And it cost another soul their freedom. I made a contract with him. I thought he loved me. But did he really? The results say no. I was foolish, thinking they did. Mother warned me.

"DELTA!!" I heard someone shriek.

Speaking of mother.

A moment ago, I was walking away from the punishment grounds. Now I'm standing in front of my furious mother in her bedroom.

"Care to tell me why another random soul just entered the punishment grounds?!?" She asked.
"Well, you see..."
"What have I told you about contracts, Delta?! You only make them so you can feed, not because of some one-sided romance!!"
"But mother, I-!"
"No buts! You are an incubus, Delta! You shouldn't even be thinking about 'love'!"

Oh boy, she was mad now.

"I know, mother, and I'm sorry! I just, I want what the others have!"
"What are you even saying? Wanting what the others have? Now you're going soft!"
"I just want to be loved, mother! That's all!"

My mother immediately turned to me, her silver eyes piercing into my own turquoise ones.

"You want to be loved, huh? Do you know what happens to people who are loved?"

Next thing I knew, I felt a sharp pain hit my stomach. My knees gave out, and I crumpled to the floor, clutching my stomach. Oh great, here we go again.

"You want to be loved so bad, that you would endure this 24/7? I thought I raised you better!" My mother shrieked, sending a kick to my stomach.
I braced for the impact, knowing what was happening. It was the fourth time this week.

Another kick to the stomach.

Tears began to stream from my eyes as the pain finally began to register. She did this all the time, saying it would make me less weak. All I wanted was to be loved. Was that too much to ask?

"You want to be loved you say? Who would ever love you? You're a freak to them! The child of a demon and a faerie? No one would ever want to be near you!"

Apparently it was.
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It wasn't until half an hour later that the pain finally ceased. My whole body was sore, and I couldn't stand. Tears stained my cheeks, my cherry-brown hair sticking to my forehead from the sweat. My breathing was ragged as I stared up at my mother, vision hazy.

"Love doesn't exist, Delta. The thought of it makes people weak. I mean, look at you. Such a disgrace," she sneered.
And with that, she left the room, leaving me behind in silence. Slowly, I retracted my arms away from my stomach, moving myself into a sitting position. I winced every few seconds, but managed nonetheless. As my vision began to clear, I slowly turned my head to look out my mother's window. My eyes then landed on a sign, the motto of my home.

Hell Shows No Mercy