DianaAs soon as he dropped me, Muzan rushed to my aid.I dropped to the floor despite Edric placing me on my feet, exhausted from the crying, begging, and in pain from the injury to my ribs.“Well, at least, you won’t be able to run for a while,” he chuckled as he lifted me bridal style and carried me…not to my room.“You can’t be so sure,” I managed to joke, even after everything that I had been through. I looked over at Edric, I don’t know why.Maybe to hate him even more. To keep his face in my head, so that anytime I needed to get angry, I would remember him as the man who left me in a hole to rot.When we entered what looked like a hall, he placed me on a slim bed and went out of the room.There, I have never been more relieved.So relieved, in fact, that I passed out cold.I didn’t wait for him to come back to administer treatment or give me any further information. I just went to sleep.My throat was raw, and my wounds, though aching, were starting to enter that state where th
EdricWas I a little too harsh on her?Muzan’s reaction to me said everything I needed to know. He was my butler and did everything I told him to do, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be angry at me when I did something he didn’t like.And he was…pissed.He didn’t serve me breakfast in the morning, and when I came to the kitchen to ask, he simply showed me the pot.Also, he had been away from the house for a while.He didn’t run away or anything.Where would he run to? Here was his home.When he came back, he looked like he wanted to slap me all shades of silly. If he could, he actually would have.“It’s called tough love, Muzan,” I echoed after him as he brushed past me on his way into the house.“It’s not tough love if she actually dies,” he shot back almost immediately, “or worse still…if she suffers an injury we can’t treat. How would that make you feel?”“What? After she suffers from the consequences of her own actions?” I countered. “She fell into that hole, Muzan. I didn’t push
DianaI have broken a rib before. Shocker? I was a rough kid with a rough backgrounds. I had to, once or twice…every week, run from the law, and in doing so, whether I got caught or not, sustained a few injuries.One of them was breaking my ribs.Now, all that is to say, I have never healed so fast.In less than a week, I was ready to go.Werewolves are known for having an extraordinary healing factor. For something like a broken rib, it would take the most advanced wolf I know about a week or two to recover fully.For me, and people that haven’t gotten their wolves, the healing factor was similar to being bare humans. A month, maybe more.There was definitely something in those balms that he applied on me and the spicy liquid he gave me to drink. Every single bruise around my body was gone.There wasn’t even scarring.In four days.It didn’t make sense, but I liked it. The pain was unbearable when he applied it, but the results were worth it.Like he said, maybe it would have worked
DianaI knew my mother’s face from the portraits my father kept of her at home, but here, she was much younger.Maybe just as young as I am now, and she was smiling.I don’t know how her picture got here, or who painted it, but it sure as hell gave me the chills to find it here.It was also in the best condition out of all the paintings here, which meant it was relatively recent. I couldn’t even begin to fathom.I didn’t know where to draw theories from, how to even begin asking questions…if I was going to even ask.I just stood there, staring in awe, as the massive smiling face, almost double normal human proportions stared back at me.Every little detail on her face was emphasized by the brush, and every color was represented accurately. Almost like she was right there…with me…in the room.Oddly enough, it didn’t creep me out. I just felt the chills of being around my mother. On her face was an emotion I had never seen. My father’s portraits of her were always still. Like the painte
EdricThe knock on the door interrupted my thoughts, but it was welcome. I needed to get out of my head every now and again.There’s only one person that would knock on the door.“Come in.”The door opened slightly, and she peeked through. “Can I come in?” she asked innocently.I tsked, “But I just said…” I held my tongue. “Yes. Come in.” I repeated, already annoyed, and we hadn’t even started conversing yet.“How are your wounds?” I asked. “They aren’t there anymore.” She replied, touching her side. “Even though it still sometimes feels like they are.”“Phantom pain.” I stood up and walked over to the window, feeling the need for some fresh air and sun. I remember my newfound romance with that bastard.“What is that?” she asked innocently.“It’s when you experience a pain that your brain knows should be there, but somehow isn’t…hence the name ‘phantom’.”She nodded, but I could tell she didn’t fully understand the concept. I didn’t know how else to explain to her, so I just changed
DianaYou know, when I lashed out, I half expected to be dead before I even got to my room.Claws on my back…then through my back, with probably something gory sticking out with his hands.This should have been the end for me, disrespecting him like that. Oddly enough, I made it to my room. I was still shaking.My breath was shaky and my head was spinning. And yet, I still wanted a mother.I didn’t know what to think. As soon as the door to my room shut, I pressed my weight against it, knowing that one of them would come and try to pacify me…likely Muzan.I didn’t need to be pacified right now. I needed to open my nose…maybe even my mouth and…breathe!I was short of breath, and yet, I still held what little air I had inside me, not wanting to let go. It seemed like that was the only thing I could have for free – the air in my lungs.And if Edric held my life in his hands, even that wasn’t free too.It sucked.It was life, but it sucked and I wanted to be done with it.“Diana…Diana, o
Edric“Master…” I looked over to the doorway that I was too distracted to hear open.“Diana is not feeling very well.”I don’t know why, but her health mattered, at least, enough to get me on my feet and following Muzan to her room.I would be lying if I said I wasn’t hurt by her statement about me being a monster and whatnot, but at the same time, if she needed my help, I still had to give it to her.I liked being feared. Not necessarily hated.So, I was by her bed, checking her temperature, and trying to figure out what could have possibly happened.“Well, if you screamed as much as she did, you’d come down with a headache, no?” I chuckled dryly, observing the sweat that had pooled around her forehead.That was a clear indication of headaches.Muzan gave me a disproving look.“Okay…alright…I’d have to wait for her to wake up and ascertain for sure.” I stood up and walked to the door. “Call me when she wakes up.”I could have left the ground floor…gone upstairs and to my room to con
DianaI could feel the fire scorch me alive, making me wonder what the hell I even did to deserve something so rash. Something so horrid.But here I was. Blaming myself for even lashing out in the first place.Maybe if I didn’t, just like he said, I wouldn’t be in this position.And so, when he came, in his usual manner, to force-feed me the awkward-tasting liquid, I decided to let him know how remorseful I was.“I’m sorry,” I said after the first hit of the Valerian drink.“For what?” he asked.“For yelling at you. I didn’t know it would cause me so much pain,” I coughed.God, I was going to die.It really shouldn’t have mattered, since I was going to be liberated either way, but the thought of doing something as important as dying…not on my terms…irked me.I didn’t want to let life win every battle.That’s why I feared death. If I died now, it would be the coward’s death. I didn’t want that to be. I wanted to have control of that part. He chuckled, instead of acknowledging my apolo
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