The Devils Flowers

The Devils Flowers

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Lucifer was sitting on his throne, made from the bones of the damned. He was in an all black robes, his hair was ruffled, his skin pale as snow, his eyes pure black. A soldier busted in, resting in his arms was an infant bundled in the man's cloak. Lucifer stood silently and walked towards the other man, eyes set intensely on the baby. He moved like a shadow, and was standing before the iron clad man in a matter of seconds. "The mother?" Lucifer murmured "She was dead when I got there my lord, the child was crying in the middle of the forest" The soldier said emotionlessly. Lucifer was looking at the baby intensely, suddenly, gently, he took the child into his arms. "Send word to my father, tell him I have a daughter, and her name is Cala. Like her mother's favorite flowers"
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"Lilith! You little sneak!" Her sisters laughed as she remained perched on the tree branch. She leaned down, grinning, her brown hair falling like a curtain in front of her beautiful face. Her blue eyes were gleaming with mischief as she stuck her tongue out. "I always win at hide and seek." "Yes, because you're a sneak!" Nesta said, fondly chuckling. She slid off the tree eventually to join her parents and sisters for dinner, laughing, carefree. A few years later, she was hunting and killing, stealthy and quiet as a panther stalking after its victims. Nobody called her a little sneak anymore, nobody but that evil, traitorous voice in her head: and it certainly wasn't spoken with affection. ... Kallias' hands trembled more than he'd like to admit as he held his daughter for the first time: she looked like the perfect mix of her mother and father, only warmer, sweeter, as if to signal the war was over: warmer days had come. She had curly blonde hair, some shades darker than her parents' and blue eyes- the ocean's shade, not the ice's. Vivianne stood behind Kallias, her voice slightly wobbling as she looked at her- their child. "She's beautiful." She whispered, and harshly shallowed, trying not to cry. War was over- war was over, her family was alive, and nothing, absolutely nothing could go wrong anymore. "We will name her Amelia. It means soft in Ancient Greek. And soft she will be." Kallias muttered, running his fingers over his daughter's cheek. ... Two girls: one mortal and one Faerie. Two stories, one ending.

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