So many things in this world are 'Forbidden' whether it be law, life or love. Once something is distinguished as this word no matter who you are or what you choose, you will always be ridiculed. I was a victim of this for most of my life. In heaven, I was the established goddess of the moon responsible for protecting creatures of the night as well as people. My sole purpose was to keep them safe under my light. Compared to my brother who was the direct opposite of me, I was always yearning for something more. Sunlight invited happiness, socialization, space to be free without cold during the day. Sol never realized how lucky he was to be blessed with such a gift, most people would thrive during the day and therefore he was always stronger than me.
As a child, I would wallow in self-pity, jealous of the smiles I would see while he shone. At night only people who were troubled, or depressed would wander around searching for guidance. They didn't like the light just like me, they would rather invite the darkness. I tried to help them by showing them things that dampen our souls are only temporary, it is our responsibility to change fate not give in to it. But...I was deluded because when fate came knocking at my door in the form of a handsome young man...I didn't fight it.
Those hypnotic red eyes, wavy blonde hair, muscular tall build, and that fanged smile that caught me off guard the minute our eyes met. I thought he was so unique as a god, Shezmu was mostly rejected in the heavens because his source of power came from a morbid action. It was the action of shedding blood. Yet he and my brother became close for reasons I had not known. It started as catching eyes then eventually conversing briefly until finally...a kiss and a promise to stay by each other. I fell so deeply in love with him no other opinion but my own mattered. Sol was always so protective of me as a sister, keeping me close by his side so when I began drifting into the arms of another man. He despised it.
Seeing he would lock me away I escaped with Shezmu from heaven and fled to earth where we began life as husband and wife. Everything was perfect, he treats me kindly making sure I was comfortable while silently protecting me from my brother hell-bent on punishing me for abandoning my position as a goddess. If only I had seen how naive I was from the start then the writhing heartache that was yet to come wouldn't have sent me down such a dark path.
The kindest smiles hide the darkest hearts is what I discovered after spending years on earth under the illusion my time was joyful, I thought as long as Shezmu was on my side nothing could touch which was anatomically correct. The person who destroyed me was no other than myself. Days of blood and carnage soon fell upon us in the city of Kansas Texas in America, people began dying and becoming monsters. I thought perhaps it was my own punishment from the heavens, I blamed myself entirely for the suffering around me when it was my true love behind it all. In the year 1902, a race called vampires were born from my husband, being the god of blood they also desired what he desired killing hundreds.
After confronting Shezmu on the matter things began spiraling out of control, the race began more prevalent our bond began breaking and then finally one day I snapped unable to take much more. Stuck in a crisis I decided to also use my remaining power to create a race to combat the species. That was the year I created the wolves or lycanthrope. Majestic creatures which only became beasts under a full moon, they were ravage and frightening but also strong and resilient. Their long fur, bright eyes with the only order to kill the wretched race my husband had created. Soon enough it became a full out war between us. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
Once that power took over me I became blind to feel, emotions did not exist within me. I wanted to kill him for betraying me, taking away the hope I had of living a normal life away from the eyes of gods. Shezmu hated the fact we had grown apart but his pride would not allow him to give up on his creation, I shared the same pride. While we snapped at each other's throats my brother was orchestrating the whole thing. He was the one who had poisoned my husband out of spite causing him to wage against me. It was mayhem however during this time a miracle happened...
The first people I blessed with the ability to become wolves were a beggar family I had found starving to death on the street. They were called the King family, once noble but because of treason banished into poverty. They were kind people swearing absolute loyalty to me for the price of a roof and food. I trusted them like my own blood. The way they fought was so desperate yet beautiful at the same time, I had never seen humans strive so much for survival. I appointed them my personal guards based on their skill and adjustment to their power. Then I became sickly almost like life was being sucked out of me day by day.
That was when I discovered that through this war I was given a blessing, something so precious it made my heart flutter. I was pregnant. A child was healthily settled inside of me showing no sign of failure. It was the person who brought Shezmu and me back together like a veil had been lifted. It was too late to stop our creation but it wasn't too late to save our child. So...we ran. As far away from our problems as we could, our relationship wasn't mended and the love that as once there had vanished drowned in stale sorrow. Yet here she was, this beautiful little light in the darkness...just like the moonlight.
Lucy carried her blonde hair and my blue eyes, she was so perfect...The first-ever hybrid in the history of supernatural beings. That was my darling daughter. Loyal to me the King family stayed valiantly by my side supporting me with the child I had abandoned my race for. Without them, I wouldn't have survived my guilt. Shezmu was also a caring father to Lucy, I hated him for betraying me but I loved him for loving her and choosing her. It was all I'd ever asked for.
But like everything else in my life that happiness was short-lived like you know my brother tracked me down, my only option in order to save my child was to sacrifice myself. I believed once my soul left my body I would be forced back to the heavens but that wasn't the case. Lucy was a much more unique child than previously anticipated. My soul was given to her...which instead of carrying on she left it to my loyal family of the King's. Why she chose not to live on I will never know however my daughter gave me a second chance to right my wrongs. Years I waited in limbo waiting for a vessel strong enough to hold me. After one failed attempt due to my impatience, I finally found the person I was looking for... A saint among people, a strong rebellious child that even I struggled to keep up with.
That girl's name was Ally King...Not only did I feel myself inside of that girl but Lucy too. I wonder if she was able to become a hybrid because of her strong influence or just merely due to the fact that she was a survivor. It doesn't matter anymore because now I have what I need to fight against my past, what WE need to fight against our tragedies.