I never gave it much thought that I would naturally be my own undoing. I had never thought that the seer was right, that my path ultimately led to destruction and ruin. I had no idea that my destiny would lead to so many deaths -- A massive war was my wrongdoing, and I am to blame for what had happened on that horrible day. For I was the destined prophet - The Angur of Angels.
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But here I was in normal time, chained to a cold wall, my feet barely even touching the ground -- safe to say that was my small stature, I couldn't really do much about that. I just laid there feeling the effects of no daylight taking affect on my now depleted body. My esper wasn't even talking to me anymore. I was at an all time loss.
My once vibrant green eyes were replaced with a murky, bland green; not that I could even see my own eyes -- No mirrors, unfortunately. But I could move my head down which really didn't serve any purpose. But I could see my bones as they jutted out from underneath my pale skin i shuddered it was gross.
I breathed unevenly as I laid my head against the cold wall. My mind wandered as I looked of into the distance a tear fell from my lifeless eyes as I pictured my mate -- Alpha King - Otis Jackson, the new founder of the Mercurial Court. I missed him it was evident as another lone tear made itself known as it dripped down from my eyes. I couldn't forget what I had done that day, especially to him, my mate -- My lover. I wished that I could go and redo what I had done - but I couldn't the damage was already done.
My head hung low as the tears dribbled from my eyes pain erupted from my whole body as I bit my lip in frustration. I sagged against myself; it was no use. I couldn't escape no matter how hard I tired. But let's be real, I couldn't escape if I wanted to the chains were made from none other than hemlock.
Now you might be thinking to yourselves that hemlock isn't that poisonous, well not to werewolves anyways. But here is where you're wrong and where this story takes a frightening turn. You see, hemlock wasn't meant to be that poisonous, not until they stole it and cultivated its properties. By them, I speak of mermaids. Lets be frank every one of the six courts wanted to see the Mercurial Court vanish - to never be made again.
They were all evil creatures. Especially the Crystal Court. They say they hunted in the night -- Luring poor children to their deaths. It was becoming quite difficult in containing such creatures even for the founders of the other six courts. They couldn't even agree on a countable measure in stopping the mermaid court. Stupid idiots.
I remembered every night he would come into our bedroom smelling of pure sulphur. It always made my blood run cold just the slight smell of sulfur sent my mind reeling. Once a mermaid is killed or dies they emit a dark, hue of sulfur. The war was being set in motion.
But this sulfur wasn't like the sulfur that was made from volcanoes -- No, it was much worse. This sulfur spread round the cities engulfing them inside a green, murky ball. Everyone died that day they suffocated, couldn't breathe. It was a horrendous sight, one that I had started.
I remembered that day like it was yesterday, the zombie like creatures which emerged from the bubbles that surrounded the villages -- it was ghastly, they plagued the poorer parts of the towns and cities. There was nothing that we could have done until he came.
You see the night me and my mate met was unexpected, it was almost like it was a dream rather than real life, but it happened for better or for worse. I hoped for the latter but much like any story, I didn't get my happy every after. Because my happy ever after led me to ruins, I became greedy. Greedy for power which that monstrous angel gave me.
I can't even tell you his name as I simply do not know it, or I didn't know it at the time. The time I met my destined one in that club. I still remember the electricity that reverberated throughout our bodies as we became one inside of his truck.
I smiled for a moment as I reminisced the few memories that provided me with comfort. But it was slowly becoming not enough for me. I'm dying. I feel my lifeline crack and break right before my very eyes. I had a gift, I was part sorcerer after all. My magic was seen as a gift, but now it was only seen as a curse. I had the curse of seeing lifelines. Terrible gift to have been bestowed on me if you ask me. It stole everything that was dear to me.
I began to yank at the chains feeling the vines wrap tighter around my depleted body, I yelled out, "YOU ALL WILL PAY FOR THIS. THE GODS SHALL MAKE IT KNOWN!" I slumped feeling an intense pain inside of me body.
