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Chapter Two

It was almost dawn when she stumbled out of the woods, and as expected she was greeted by her coven who apparently were waiting for her to come out of the forest

And she was proud of that.

Her location cloaking spell worked perfectly, and the evidence was the angry look on the Maestro's face.

Yes, he was positively livid. But she couldn't care any less at the moment.

Heck she was nude and that  didn't phase her. So as far as she was concerned, they could all go to hell!

For a Fourteen year old she was ballsy. Of course their coven members never lived into old age to begin with. Once anyone turned thirty they became eligible for blood sacrifices.

She was snapped back to the present by the heavy slap the Maestro landed on her.

Her only reaction was turning her face back to face him.

'Hello to you too father',

Yes, the man sired her but that was it. He killed her mother for a ritual without the woman's consent. And the fact that he was Maestro was the only reason he was still alive at the age of fifty.

'You ingrate!!!',

Argh, another one to be added on his list of pet names.  She thought dryly.

She'd been called ungrateful, irritating, burden, unwanted.  And whatever you could think about as a child. Well fate really was a cruel master as all he wanted was a son.

Even when he found out she was what he was getting, he tried to change her in the womb. The scar on his forehead was what he got instead.

Pointedly looking at the scar she snickered. And of course he got enraged.

Lifting his hand he summoned a whip he customised for her.

As he raised his hand to deliver the blow she rose up and snatched it up out of his hands.

A voice that definitely wasn't hers and a strength that she could only imagine lifted him off the ground.

Her pupils had receded into her skull and the tattoo which they didn't pay much attention to began to glow.

The voice spoke in the old language that only the Maestro and a handful of the coven knew about.

'Your insolence has reached it's peak Maestro!', the voice thundered.

Isobel looked to be in the clutches of a force field as her father was suspended in the air.

'Mercy highness!', he managed to speak out. The demon in turn threw him higher into the air making the witches scream.

While Isobel enjoyed the show. She was pleasantly surprised that she could be conscious of it, because in cases that she'd read or seen the host was never conscious of what they were doing.

Finally the demon let the Maestro be and she strolled butt naked into their village. Eyes white and all.

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The little girl woke up the next morning wondering what had happened.

She suddenly felt lighter, and she couldn't say she was complaining. The voice in her head always left her in pains.

Taking a stroll out of the room, she was met immediately by the Nun who offered to give her a bath.

Mother used to do that till she saw something on her back and immediately called her father.

He inturn called her the offspring of the devil and threw her out of a moving carriage.

She had survived and somehow she burned with a rage that she knew would only be sated by his blood running down her chin.

After the bath with the Nun, she refused any form of food or drink. Chosing to remain in her room till late in the night.

Somehow she found herself on the roof of the building muttering words, and that was the last thing she remembered.

The next day she woke up exhausted but in her room. She felt ravenous, walking out of the room she found one of the Nuns who laughed and said,

'Well I'm grateful that today you're eating. No growing child should miss a meal no matter the situation'.

She was puzzled as she she couldn't recall much of the previous day.

While in the kitchen she overheard the cook telling the butler that the farmer passed in his sleep the previous day. Though the way he was found gave way to speculations that he was murdered unnaturally.

They had found his heart on his chest which they had quickly put back and hastily buried him. The obvious move was to say he died in his sleep to avoid been driven out of the community.

Listening quietly, she left to her room where she found the Nun that had been present at her excorcism holding up a gown which she now realized was what she wore to bed the previous night.

The difference being the blood it was covered in.

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