The Cursed Human

Sarah’s p. o. v

I never thought that truth will hurt me that much. My mind was running wild with all thoughts.

Should I run?

Should I hide?Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

At this moment I didn’t knew what should I do?

What was I supposed to do?

It was a lot to take in. All my life, I believed liars. But when I was told the? truth I was simply not ready to accept it. How could I accept it? I was just told that my father was a werewolf and my mother was some type of witch. And I was their child along with two other siblings.

Like what the hell is going on!

Just a week ago how perfect my life was. But now, NOW everything was changed, everything was ruined.

I was a girl with caring friends, affectionate lover, a small apartment covered with happy memories and moments.

I was a normal girl.

But now, now I was far more than normal. Being held captive by inhumane creature. Being betrayed by friends. Lost the love of my life. Being told my parents were not my parents. Being told my parents were some supernatural beings.

How was I supposed to believe that?

I was unsure which pain was worse, the shock of the truth or the ache, that what I thought was true, was never the truth.

My body was stiff,? as my heart was beating erratically against my chest. I was there but at the same time I was not. It was like time has stopped.

Everything was a lie.

Everyone was a lie.

Every memory was a lie.

Every moments was a lie.

I was a lie.

I was unsure if my name was even Sarah or not.

Was I even a human?

Everything seemed to be a lie.

But I still had questions a lot of them actually.? Nothing seemed to make sense.

“How… how is it even possible?” I wanted to believe for once but how could I believe when I was being lied constantly.

“You, my dear, are daughter of king Perseus, the king of Yolanda, land of werewolves. And your mother is his queen .”

He explained, but how—why—when?

“If I am their daughter, then why did they left me?” It was a reasonable question. I wanted to know.

No one leaves their children. Then why did they?

Alatar looked at me and rubbed his temples and sighed audibly.

“As I have told earlier, your parents were told that you were dead, but in reality you were not.”

I scoffed mentally.

“What do you mean, I was dead in one moment and alive at another, how does it even make any sense?” I sneered.

“It doesn’t, I know, but you have to believe every word I have said,” Alatar said before he moved towards his desk and take out a crystal ball from the drawer.

“Here, look at this, and tell me what you see,” I looked at him startled.

He handed me the ball and stood next to me. He rubbed the ball with his hands and suddenly something flashed within the ball.

“Wh—What is this?”

“If you don’t believe me, then I guess you would believe your eyes,”

I looked at ball in utter confusion. What was it supposed to show me, my past or what.

My answer was answered when a image formed in ball.

It was like a movie clip or some sort of video.

Or maybe….. glimpses.

Glimpses of past.

There was a small child, maybe around a year old, who was crying. The room seemed to be one from fairy tales, with large pink curtains drapped down the windows and mint coloured walls confining the whole room.

Suddenly the door of room burst opened and red armored soldiers entered the room.

“Our kingdom is attacked, we have to keep the princess safe!” The one of them said.

“Where is prince Cassian?” Other one asked.

“He was supposed to be in his study!”

“No, he is not there!”

“What do you—” the first soldier was cut off by a voice.

“Where is the prince, I wonder,” a well–armored man with sword hanging from his waist, entered the room.

The aura around him screamed power, danger. He had firey red head with green enchanting eyes, with pale white skin. Few other soldiers, which I assumed were on his side, surrounded the group men, who were in the child’s room.

The child’s cries boomed in whole room, capturing the attention of red haired man.

“Well, well what do we have here,” he grinned as he took slow predatory steps towards the child. As he picked her up in his arms, the red armored soldiers growled but as they tried to step towards the child, the other soldiers grabbed them.

“Leave her, Draven!” One of them growled in fury.

“Oh god!! Shut these mutts up, they are scaring the little princess,” Draven said still looking at child in his arms. The whole room filled with the man’s screams as one of Draven’s man sliced his throat with a silver sword.

The child was still crying, and the loud noises were making her more afraid. Draven narrowed his eyes looking at the child.

“Hey, shhh.., I am not doing anything, why are you crying?’? Draven asked, like the child was really going to answer him.

The child looked up at him and burst into more tears.

“Goddammit, stop it!!” He groaned in frustration.

“Why don’t we kill her, she is not any of our use,” the man who killed the soldier said.

How can he be so cruel!

“Shh.. Quiet! I don’t want to hear you saying anything about her! She is not dying, not now not ever,” Draven growled.

“She is coming with us!” Draven said as he handed the child to the same soldier.

“And one scratch on her, and watch your daughter die!” Draven warned. His voice was laced with threat and promise.

The man nodded with pale face. And carried the child towards the outside of castle. After reaching the bank of river, the man arched his back and large pairs of gray wings flapped behind him.

My eyes widened in shock as my breath got caught in my throat.

What the actual hell!

As he was ready to fly, a ear piercing scream left his mouth. His wings hit the ground as they deattached from his back. His whole back covered in black thick liquid.

The child dropped from his hands. As the child was going to hit the ground, an unknown force caught her in mid air.

A pair of large hands held the crying child in their strong and possessive hold. The child stopped crying, and looked up at the stranger who caught her.

My breath hitched as I saw the face of the intruder.

Lucifer. It was Lucifer.

The whole image vanished in dust.

That….. that child was me and that… that? man was Lucifer. He saved me. But the question is..,

From how long does he know me?

And what is he?

I felt my knees weaken as I tried to sit on couch but halted in my steps and fall flat on my face.

“Oh my god!! Sarah! You okay?” Alatar’s voice entered my ears but I was far too sane to pay any heed to his words.

My whole world was shook, dammit, my whole life was a lie. Lucifer knew me since I was a child. And for God’s sake, I am a daughter of werewolf and a women who have some magic power and whatsoever.

“Sarah!!”

Draven?

Who was he?

In fact, who is lucifer?

What the actual hell is happening with me?

Am I myself a supernatural being?

“Breathe, Sarah!! Breathe!!”

Why is this happening to me? Why can’t I be the simple and normal human? Why can’t?

Everything is messed up, everything is a lie, everyone is a liar. I can’t —I can’t be supernatural. Is this the? reason why Lucifer wanted me? Is this the only reason he is so adamant to break me??

A cold pair of hands cradled my face between them. I couldn’t tell who were they belonged to as my vision was blurred. Someone was doing something with my temple, as I felt my breathing getting normal.

A thumb caressed my cheek as my eyes slowly opened. My eyes locked with his cold blue one as fear enveloped inside me.

I immediately panicked as I scrambled away from him.

“Stop!” He said with a mixture of irritation and frustation. I stood up in the corner of the room as I looked up at him in fear.

“… stay away f… from me,”

“I said stop,!!” His voice boomed in whole room making my heart race with the speed of light.

“Don’t! Please!” I breathed heavily as Lucifer enclosed the space between us. I swallowed down as I looked up at him, hovering over my small frame. My hands instinctively raised in front of my face as he raised his hand.

“I want you to calm down,” I felt him removing my hands from my face as he caress my cheek with another one. He tilted his head as he stared at my eyes.

I didn’t know what was I supposed to do. My eyes unintentionally looked into his orbs. His eyes were not red, they were icy blue which I could easily misunderstood for ocean and I was going to drown in that same ocean. I didn’t know what was different about his eyes. They always seemed to captivate me.

The only thing his eyes represented was pure evilness, utter inquiry.

His blue eyes had more darkness than any brown eyes I had ever seen. And somewhere deep down I knew that this darkness will swept me away, far away from the light of my hopes.

It was like my body was obeying his every command as my body started to melt into his arms. His hands circled around me, making me breathed in deeply. His fingers found their way in my hairs as I felt him messaging my scalp.

Mathew used to massage me like th—

Mathew!

Sudden thought of Matthew brought pain in my chest, I could feel my chest burning with guilt.

And here you’re hugging his murderer.

It was true. I was seeking comfort from him! From a murderer!

It was like my hands had their own mind, they impulsively tried to pushed him away. But he didn’t even budge from his spot, instead he tighten his hold around me.

Murderer!

Monster!

Cruel!

I pushed him again with renewed energy. But a threatening growl resonated from his chest. But that didn’t stopped me, I felt a sudden wave of rage hit me as I tried to free myself.

“Let me go!!” I gritted, but he wasn’t affected.

“Stop it!” He again growled as his eyes started fluttering between red and blue.

He was angry.

So was I.

“Let me go! You monster!!” I yelled at him with all my might as I tried to pry him off me.

He loosened his hold only to choke me. My eyes popped out of my sockets as he put more pressure on my windpipe.

“STOP FUCKING SHOUTING!!” He growled in my face. I was both scared and angry but I thought that maybe my anger was more than my fear because now his growling was not doing anything to me.

If he wanted to choke me, he could, I literally have nothing left to live for. He had already siezed everything from me.

My happiness.

My dignity

My love.

My everything.

What does he want now? My life?

He can have that too, I don’t give a damn about it anyway! I was just a mere doll for him, with whom he could play whatever the way he seems fit. The shine in my life was slowly fading away with his darkness. He wanted to embrace me in his darkness. And so badly I wanted to fall, fall into his darkness, so that I could never be here to feel more pain.

I started drifting into darkness, my vision blurred, that’s what I wanted, right? Yes, that’s what I wanted from start. To be free, free from his wickedness, from his clutches

I can die now, I can finally reunite with my Mathew.

“Not so soon!!” He roasted like a wild beast and slammed me against the wall. My spine aches with the impact. His hold loosened on my neck and involuntarily I gasped for air. But before I could breathed in, he pushed his lips against mine in a brutal kiss.

Time stopped in a collision of senses when his lips met mine.? My heart skipped a beat as I gasped for air. My lungs were burning with lack of air. I was trembling uncontrollably, from fear or anger. I didn’t knew.

His hold was way better than his hold on my lips.

My knees gave in but his huge arm wrapped around my waist and kept me in place. His tongue scrapped the roof my mouth as he deepened the kiss.

My skin tingle as his fingers moved and explored the curves of my body, leaving me breathless. My mind was corrupted by him as he was corrupting my lips. I felt disgusted, degraded.

“You’re mine! You were always mine! Since the day I laid my eyes on you!” He growled near my mouth.

“….. y.. you are a monster! And I’ll never let you claim me!” I snarled angrily. He was not least happy with my answer as he again slammed me against the wall.

A laugh escaped my lips in mocking way.

“What, are you going to do, choke me again, huh! Or better, why don’t you just kill me like you killed him!” My voice raised with every word. I suddenly didn’t care if he would be angry or not. Nothing mattered at this moment.

He smirked as he looked his hold and pushed me away. My knees shook as I hardly landed against the floor.

“I have something better for you, and,” he kneeled down to my level and Yank me towards him by grabbing a handful of my hairs, “you, my love, are going to love that,”

Love that?

Why his mocking is telling me, I’ll most definitely hate that with the depth of my heart?

“W.. hat you mean?” Before I could stop myself, words escaped my lips.

“We are getting married, tomorrow,”