EdricShe was hiding something. I could tell.But none of it mattered.If she was doing something that was going to kill me, and she didn’t want me to know about it, then I was all for it.What completely threw me off guard was the lengths she went to hide it. Attempting to seduce me wasn’t her character at all.She was awkward at it, and if I wasn’t holding myself from a burst of arousal, I would have laughed. It somehow made me gaze upon her innocence and view her as…even more precious.The fact that she threw herself into that circumstance, not knowing how it’d end, but thinking…maybe from stories that she had been told…that I would just let her go, was endearing.Hence, my little pecks and teases showed her what could have happened. The endless possibilities.The fact that any other depraved man would have taken that opportunity to explore her innocence… both scared and enchanted me.She was too pure for this world…too pure for me.I knew that, and yet, I couldn’t stop.I watched
DianaI would never have been able to guess in a hundred years, that Edric was as good as I saw him play. When he played, my headshot into the clouds.I couldn’t believe it was happening, but his songs took me to places that I didn’t think were possible to go when I closed my eyes.He made me believe in the healing power of music.In my father’s house, music only existed to mock me. Each tune they played in jubilation was a direct jab at the life that I would never have. They told me with their songs, how happy they could be, and how left out I would be.Music made me feel lonely, but I must have been broken, because that was the one thing I clung to. No matter how scathing it sounded. No matter how much unhappiness the drums beat into me, I smiled.I smiled because it was an instrument.The player was the man.The harp struck a tune of rebuttal, but I hated the person who plucked the strings.It just made more sense. Now, I was able to enjoy the music that made the piano sound like s
DianaI froze, completely short of words.I didn’t want to tell him about this mark yet, so, I didn’t know what to say now.Despite the lack of practice and the surprise moment, I still managed to compose myself and talk.“How do I explain this so you can believe me?” I shuddered.“Princess,” he tilted his head in a challenge, “I’m older than I remember, and yet I look less than forty. If you told me there was a goblin that came every night to draw a small piece of this mark since you were eight, I would believe you without asking questions.”I took a breath and confessed.I told him about the voice, the message she gave me, and how strange it felt. I told him about the dream and, finally, the pain I felt before getting the branding.“Huh,” he breathed. He didn’t seem surprised or in any particular awe…just thoughtful.I tried to predict how he would feel about me hiding it from him, but there wasn’t any particular annoyance from him on that part.Instead, it felt like he was ponderin
DianaThe first thing that came to me while I was strategizing for ways to…end his life…was the one thing that made all werewolves run for the hills.Silver.I mean, it made sense to try this, since it was the one thing that served as the end of the road for all werewolves.Using normal blades to stab a werewolf hurts like hell, but in the right conditions, a werewolf would never die from it. The healing factor borne from the combination of man and wolf was just too strong.Silver, however, circumvented that strength.How? No one really knew.A lot of people believed that shapeshifters were impure beings, and because silver was a pure metal, it repelled anything that wasn’t of the original design of the creator.It made just enough sense for us to adopt, nothing else.However, if I was going to get a good chance at really doing damage to Edric, I was going to have to do more than just a stab in the chest with a silver knife.I was going to have to get the silver to soak into him. He n
EdricPain.Hot, searing pain.I felt it burn my chest, slash a bone, tear through my heart, and graze a lung.I closed my eyes, as though that would somehow make it okay, but it didn’t, and it forced a roar out of my already damaged lungs.I noticed her hand trying to pull out of the stab, but I held it in place and stared her in the eye.“Don’t you dare give up,” I growled.There were tears in her eyes, but she was strong. She didn’t let them fall. Instead, she pulled the knife a little ways out and pushed it in again, sawing at my heart.The pain blinded me, and I didn’t know when I fell to the floor.“I’m sorry,” she whimpered. “I’m so sorry…”I nodded because she didn’t deserve to do this. I forgave her before it even happened, knowing that I was the one who was supposed to apologize.This one hurt – the stab, and maybe it’s because it had been a while since I had done this, but it seemed to do more than just hurt.It weakened me.Was I really dying?Oof. Never mind.The bleeding
DianaWell, that didn’t go as well as I planned.I thought I had all the mental resources and preparation to deal with the event that he didn’t die.But as I stepped out of that room, shaking and unable to see through the tears that welled over my eyes for whatever reason…I saw that it was the complete opposite.Something inside me was breaking.I had just killed a person twice…and now, I had to ‘kill’ him again. I had to kill him as long as he stood up.How?I had initially thought the feeling of disappointment was what was going to overwhelm me. I was also readying myself for the fear, in case he got angry or something else.I wasn’t prepared for the guilt.I wasn’t prepared for the way my conscience felt trapped. Like I was committing the murder over and over again. Two murders in less than a month. It didn’t matter if the man was still alive.The fact remained that I had sunk a knife into his chest, and my intentions were the same each time. To end his life.I couldn’t process t
DianaI didn’t want to enter the room at first. Knowing I could no longer feel the taps filled me with a sense of dread.So, what if I entered the room and found out he was dead? Then what? How do I tell Muzan, who was certainly more attached to him than I was?What would the burial plans look like?I didn’t think I had been successful, but I sure as hell hoped so.I hoped so because it would have been inhumane to subject him to the pain that I had just put him through.‘Please, Edric.’ I whispered in my head.‘Please, just die.’Finally, I mustered the courage to open the door and enter the room. It was eerily silent, and some of the candles had already burnt out, giving the room a dimmer, more sinister glow. I didn’t know what to expect.I opened the spell book and chanted the release spell.With all luck, there should still be no movement in the water.I waited.Nothing.Absolutely nothing at all.I don’t know why, but an overwhelming amount of sadness hit me. Now that this was al
EdricA sigh escaped my lips, a silent acknowledgment of the inevitable. The very air in the room seemed to vibrate with the unspoken dread of what was unfolding. A mental breakdown. The fragile equilibrium I had hoped Diana had found felt like it was teetering on the precipice. If my recollections served me correctly – and they usually did, in their own fragmented way – this exact emotional collapse had been the catalyst for her initial illness.I desperately wanted to steer her away from that precipice, to prevent her from plunging back into that desolate state. I hated it. I couldn’t bear the thought of her tears falling because of me. It felt profoundly unnecessary.I was beginning to micromanage her every reaction, a frantic, internal calculus aimed at ensuring her happiness, or at the very least, the absence of sadness. This wasn't a habitual behavior, not a familiar pattern from my countless lives. This was different. This was her…and the intensity of my concern was, fran
DianaEdric opened the book and we peeled through the contents of the pages at the same time. But being a faster reader than I was, I was only able to scrape through words.While he, desperate for answers, turned the pages faster than my eyes could keep up with.At the end of it, though, he closed the book and looked up with a sigh of disdain.“What…what was it?” I asked, mental fingers crossed that it wasn’t anything overly disappointing.To give me an answer, he had to adjust his seat and take a deep breath.His answer was brief, but his explanation paved the way for what felt like a lifetime of thought and contemplation.Apparently, there was something that existed in the werewolf kingdom.Something usually scary, but now, exciting.The way alphas and lunas worked, was that there was an existing alpha for generations. Usually, the son of the alpha inherited that role.If the clan wasn’t satisfied, with the leadership of that alpha, they could nominate someone else to take over…or o
EdricWe left the hall of mirrors without finding the definitive answers, but we found something.I think that was the most important thing—that we kept moving forward, no matter what.Everything we did to get up to this point was simply searching, blindly looking for answers to questions we didn’t even know to ask.But here, we had a lead, and it lay in Diana’s hand.I couldn’t touch it, because it quite practically burned me.I looked down at my hands – the pain should have gone by now, and it was. But there were still the heat blisters. They were receding, though, a confirmation of my cursed immortality.I took a breath and looked straight ahead, trying my best not to look at the mirrors. Diana wasn’t aware of this, but anytime I looked at these mirrors, a splitting headache threatened to open my skull.I theorized that it was because they were things that I wasn’t supposed to remember, and Bane concurred.That didn’t stop me from coming here any time I was in the mood for a little
DianaI left his room after a while of what seemed to be meaningless ponders, the both of us too frustrated to even continue.What were we looking for?What did we hope to find?Perhaps that was what sealed our fate from the beginning.A problem shared is a problem solved, they say. So is knowing the problem. Knowing what needed to be solved.To find something, you must be able to identify it. We didn’t even know what we were looking for.Was it material? Was it abstract? Was it an emotion?Everything cluttered my lungs – the questions and lack of answers thereof. I needed air, and so, I sought that instead, edging over to the windowsill in the main hallway, overlooking the garden below.There was a ledge opposite me, where Edric promptly sat on, perhaps needing the same thing I did.Air.“I can’t even remember the name of the witch who cursed me,” he confessed with a silent tone, one that spelled his embarrassment at the situation. “Pathetic, no? Would’ve been a good start, if you as
DianaI sat curled on the edge of the bed, refusing to move.I was scared that if I did, in some sick, twisted turn of events, something would happen. Something so wrong would hurt him even more.The paradox of the whole thing was that my being ever closer to him meant that he was weaker. It meant that he could die.And yet, here I was, pretending like I didn’t want to hurt him.My fingers lazily grazed Edric’s arm and I felt the warmth and his pulse…just to make sure he was still breathing.Or to be sure it wasn’t.I wasn’t sure I lived in a world that even made sense.The minutes blurred into longer ones, and each ticking of the clock made me painstakingly aware of my role in this.In the death of a man.Eventually, sleep pulled me under its blankets. It wasn’t warm and fuzzy. It was a rough tug. I felt the tiredness gnaw at my bones and by the time I pulled my eyes shut, I couldn’t even spare some time for extra thought.I just got sucked into the world of the unknown.Where my min
DianaI was tending to the crops in the garden when Muzan came to me. His face held concern, deeper than I had ever seen.“Is anything wrong?”He nodded.I stood up.“He’s…ill…odd, I know…”I wanted to sprint past him, to go and see Edric, but he held me back“The curse is not broken, Diana. He stabbed himself with a knife to test it out…nothing.”His words made me relax a little, but still, he was ill. I had to see what was wrong.When I got to his room, he didn’t look like anything was wrong with him. He was hunched over his desk, his eyes buried in concentration behind his meaningless calculations.Meaningless at least, to me.“False alarm,” he waved dismissively when I inquired about his health and the report from Muzan. “Looks like I’ll be living to see another century,” he huffed.“You act like it’s a really bad thing,” I rolled my eyes.“Well, when you’ve seen five…maybe…yes.”I wasn’t ready for his schematics this morning. I wasn’t ready for it today.“I’ll check through what
Edric“Wh…what does that mean?” she croaked frantically, trying to reach her wrist, but I pulled it away from her.I didn’t want her to scratch it anymore, because I wanted to see what would happen. I needed to see what the wolf symbol did.To my surprise, nothing happened.“What happened?” she asked with a weak sigh.Or, at least, I think nothing happened.I looked around me when I felt the whoosh, and knew for a fact, that this was far from ordinary. If a mark was able to appear on her wrist from nowhere, then something was coming.I just needed to be ready for it.“Nothing,” I sighed, feeling frustrated, when this was supposed to be the most upbeat I had been in years.A discovery!Something new! Something new must mean change! And change is good, isn't it?Well, not when the only thing that never changes is you.I stood up and packed everything up.“I should have never let you do the spell,” I said as I walked away. “I’m sorry.”Her hasty footsteps followed my deliberate ones in h
DianaThe next day was filled with more glee than I ever had in a week. When I offered Edric breakfast, he loved it so much, he wanted to know how I made it.“It was from a recipe book my mother used,” I admitted as I watched him wolf down the entire meal. “I watched a chef do it, and voila…”The next moment, I was standing in the kitchen, my hands deep in a bowl of flour.I wiped flour off her cheek with the back of her wrist, my eyes narrowing at Edric, who stood stiffly beside me like the idea of cracking an egg might bring about the apocalypse.“You’re holding it like it’s a bomb,” I teased him, nudging his elbow as he stared down at the egg with a frown that said he was contemplating war tactics, not breakfast.“I only know how to deal with meats,” I said and studied the egg like there was more to it than just cracking it open and pouring out the contents. “Anything more than that…I’m lost. It’s why I could hardly tell when you poisoned me…unless the poison was something strong.
DianaHe was mean. He might not have been the best at interpersonal relationships. He scowled like the devil and downright acted like one.That still didn’t mean I should hate him.In fact, that just prompted me to look deeper.And I was right.There he was – the mortal that we all were. Hidden deep beneath all those layers of “monster” was the alpha wolf no one wanted to see.Well, I wasn’t no one.We sat in the candle room for a while, simply enjoying the silence…or being tormented by it. Each candle forced me to create a picture in my head, one that I might have been exaggerated…or worse.Underexaggerated.I wanted to relate to him so badly. I wanted him to know that someone out there understood. I wanted to be that person.Not because I was trying to be kind to him for any reason…but because…he has suffered.Edric made the twenty-two years I have lived on this earth a child’s play. He made every tear I have ever shed…every night I had ever gone to bed, praying to the moon goddess
EdricA sigh escaped my lips, a silent acknowledgment of the inevitable. The very air in the room seemed to vibrate with the unspoken dread of what was unfolding. A mental breakdown. The fragile equilibrium I had hoped Diana had found felt like it was teetering on the precipice. If my recollections served me correctly – and they usually did, in their own fragmented way – this exact emotional collapse had been the catalyst for her initial illness.I desperately wanted to steer her away from that precipice, to prevent her from plunging back into that desolate state. I hated it. I couldn’t bear the thought of her tears falling because of me. It felt profoundly unnecessary.I was beginning to micromanage her every reaction, a frantic, internal calculus aimed at ensuring her happiness, or at the very least, the absence of sadness. This wasn't a habitual behavior, not a familiar pattern from my countless lives. This was different. This was her…and the intensity of my concern was, fran