We live in a different world to what you know and an even crueller reality than what the usual human is accustom too. In this place it's kill or be killed at least that's my principle. Don't be misconstrued, it's not all evil. There is some positive representation here. But I usually choose to ignore them…it's much easier to destroy them when you feel nothing at all. When I say feel nothing…I mean nothing.
It's the year 2029 officially 18 years after my birth, however there is nothing much to celebrate. My birth is far from something cheerful, it was used to install fear upon the earth as well as set a new standard among the fallen. Anything less than me was considered useless. Why?...
Because I am my father's daughter.
18 Years Ago, …
"It's time! It's finally time, get the doctors ready and prepped there are to be no mistakes!"
People rushed frantically around in a secluded medical room inside one of the largest facilities in America. It was simply called the facility by passers but those who belonged to this god forsaken void called it hell. Inside of these walls was nothing but torture and expectation people would break legs trying to reach. In that room stood medical experts from all over the world with the highest level of medical experience in the field, it was instructed by the director of the facility that if this birth wasn't successful then he would destroy everything they loved.
Therefore, sweat dripped down their brows as they tied the host to the bedposts and snapped on their latex gloves. A woman screamed in pain so loudly those from the other side of the building winced at her dyer tone. As the director approached the bed her cries became silent in fear. As his large red eyes peered down on her it felt like nails inside of her throat making even salivating excruciating.
"Aren't you screaming much too loud, isn't this why females exist? To birth our spawn, if you understand your role then feel free to die a bit quieter."
Her eyes widened at his lack of respect, wasn't he the man that had done this to her? Yet his dark monotone voice resonated deep inside her soul until it was burning in anger. Medical practitioners moved quickly to prepare for the new age as the woman's labour progressed.
"You must calm down, when we request you must push with all of your might." As the woman cried and whimpered the director stood there coldly watching her suffer, in his brain was nothing but pleasure, which characterized his hidden face.
"I can't it hurts to much please give me some pain relief!" Suddenly his calm demeanour broke as he lunged forward gripping her throat mercilessly.
"And have my son affected, such a selfish mother. Continue get him out of there." As he released her heavy breath escaped along with a scream that shook them to the core.
"I see the head. Forceps!" They all acted quickly to extract the child from her. As his cries echoed throughout the room, a dissatisfied expression plastered the faces of those present. This mustn't be right… As the woman smiled at the face of her son the director snatched him from the medical staff and inspected every inch of his blood-soaked body.
"Where is it!" His deep demonic voice caused them all to fall to the floor shuddering in terror. They had also noticed that this child did not have the birthmark described in the prophecies. Birth is supposed to be a beautiful enjoyed by the parents which had chosen to bring a new member into their family. Whereas this child was considered nothing more than a trophy. A superiority among inferiority.
"You b*tch I thought you were the one but your just trash like the rest of them!" As he began strangling the woman after throwing the child into the arms of the medical professionals, she let out another painful scream just like her last. They all stumbled wearily to their feet before glancing below.
"We-we aren't done sir there is another one coming!"
"Twins impossible!" As the director stood shell-shocked, they all worked desperately to free this mystery child from her mother. It was a rough ten minutes as she delivered her second child filling the room with pain and anguish. The young male child cried lone on a metal table as his sister was born beside him.
"Sir it's a girl…" They stammered as the director snatched the child from their grasp. Yet again he examined her from head to toe until his eyed landed on her left shoulder…there it was. A birthmark known by all and feared by most, the black rose crest descended from the highest lineage. Only the chosen one would be bestowed such a mark. It had taken him hundreds of years to accomplish this moment and his face showed just how exhilarated he was.
"Finally, after all this time, you're here dear child." It was a softness they had never heard and eyes so bright it could almost blind them. They all bowed down before the girl in the arms of her father and spoke three words that would haunt me for the rest of my life.
"All hail Lazarus." My mother cried from her bed desperately to see her children, but my father was still even then a cruel man and refused her request. However, that does not erase her painful begs from my mind. I wish my eyes had never opened upon that man, but they did, his face proudly looking down on me like I was a precious jewel. The man that conceived me was the worst kind of evil on the earth. My father…
"Clean her up and bring her to my office." He carefully handed over the child to the team and exited not even glancing at his son. My brother was sadly rejected by him for not carrying his gene which still to this day makes me profoundly jealous. Little did they all know I wouldn't make it to my father's office that day because thankfully my mother was much slicker than she made visible. Inside that very room would be my adoptive mother that would cherish me for eight years…
Yells echoed throughout the room as each member was knocked aside by a metal baseball bat swung by a human smuggled into the medical room by the woman birthing the new age, it had gone so smoothly she thanked god for her salvation.
"Alice what should I do they won't be out for long." Alice was the name of my birth mother, the poor soul forced to carry me for nine months only to die of blood loss after childbirth but not before she guaranteed the safety of her new-born children.
Alice, "Jane, I need you to take them away from here and raise them for me. As long as they live here, they will be forced to commit acts of evil until the day we all dread. Please save their souls from him, I beg you!" It was a plea for help unlike anything Jane had heard, this was her best friend bleeding out before her and she was asking her to leave…
Jane, "You know I can't leave you here. I'll take all three of you so please get up Alice we don't have time." As she flustered up their equipment tears steaming from her face a hand placed itself gently on her cheek and forced her eyes upon her.
Alice, "Dear Jane I am cold and tired. I will only hold you back, you have the power to save my children so please as my last request make sure they are loved." It still amazes me how quickly the light can leave someone's eyes as they are captured by death, and that is exactly what my adoptive mother witnessed as my birth mothers body went limp. Jane held onto her hand tightly as she sobbed and prayed for her to speak but there was silence in that shell. Shakily she picked up me and my brother before fleeing that room, I still recall her heartbeat thumping against my ear as she ran from that place. The green grass beneath our feet, the crunching of leaves as she ventured through the woodland and finally the sound of a car engine after securing us in the backseats.
Jane didn't look back once knowing at least she had a piece of her friend. Or pieces she should say. My twin brother and I shared the same hair colour and face, but our personalities were far from identical. It was hard to tell as small infants, Jane and her husband John argued over her choice for quite some time but eventually after looking at our innocent little faces he caved in. They named us together, however my name doesn't match me very much. They named me Ria which in Hebrew meant calm stream and as for my brother they named him Ethan which meant he who is long-lived. Honestly, I couldn't think of anything worse living for long is more like a nightmare than a blessing.
Then began our struggle of growing up, sounds easy right? Wrong…when you're the esteemed children of the devil learning things like socializing and kindness come sparsely. Ethan wasn't like me at all he grew up at the usual rate of a child whereas me, I memorized every detail from the moment I was born and could understand English like an adult. Therefore, I was a fully-grown woman in mind but not in body which was frustrating to say the least.
Considering they were only 25 years old and not expecting children anytime soon Jane and John were amazing parents and for filed my birth mothers last wish and loved us unconditionally. It was like they were trying to break us away from that hell hole by treating us as normal children. But I was far from a normal child.
Ria-Age 3
Jane, "Ria it's time for dinner." They fed us as much as they could, but I was always a scrawny thing compared to my brother, my body struggled to contain human food, but I tried my best to be a normal child. I could walk by the time I was four months old and could speak at six months whereas Ethan was only starting to speak in full sentences.
Ria, "Coming mother." I called Jane my mother, I needed to bide my time before revealing I knew about my true mother. Pretending was difficult for a lot of reasons; it was frustrating to remember such pain and keep it cooped up inside along with the nightmares of my fathers face every night.
Ethan, "Ria?" He toddled into their bedroom dauntingly walking up to his sister who was playing calmly with her dolls like a young girl should. Ethan was always weary of me because I had a temper that was unnatural. Rage so strong it sometimes even scared my parents, but I had no control over it. Perhaps it was my true nature slipping through the cracks. I loved my brother dearly but sometimes love isn't enough to overcome evil.
Ria, "I'm coming Ethan you should go sit at the table." His small face lit up hearing her cheerful tone, then he giggled and joined his parents in the kitchen. Jane and John had a very modern household and were quite wealthy considering the plague of poverty outside, luckily, they knew about the current situation well and knew to keep food precious. Our kitchen was red and white tiled with a wooden dining table plastered in the middle. Ria walked in and sat down while her mother served her plate, it was chicken and vegetables tonight which made her stomach curl in sickness. Still Ria faked her smile and tucked in.
John, "What did you both do today?" Our father would ask this question often, and yet again I would have to lie. However today was different like my tongue had a life of its own.
Ethan, "I played dinosaurs!" Jane giggled at his enthusiasm, it was true Ethan had a heart of gold and he was harmless, but they still made sure he was comfortable anyway. Just in-case that dreaded gene did reveal itself. Then was their daughters turn.
John, "What about you Ria?" She looked at them both with an apologetic smile, bracing them for what was really going on in her world. Jane gulped knowing her daughter very well, it was time she began acknowledging herself.
Ria, "I became annoyed at the people outside they were far too loud. I was also thinking about mother a lot today." They both put down their cutlery and frowned sadly, the voices Ria was referring too couldn't be heard by other people. It was the sound of lost souls and those not from this realm. They had read up on supernatural anthology the moment they adopted the two.
Ethan, "But mommy's right here?" Ria sighed in annoyance at her innocent brother, if only he knew from where he was born. Maybe he would share her pain too.
Ria, "No I meant our birth mother." Jane dropped her glass in shock before covering Ria's mouth.
Jane, "Ria we will speak of this later, not at the table." She obediently nodded her head while picking at her food. Ethan could eat food with such ease but with Ria it was such a battle, they both realised since long ago that she was made to eat something different to humans but tried desperately to break tradition.
John, "Ria darling please try to eat a little bit." She huffed before choking down a bit of chicken, she gagged and wretched but swallowed it down. They hated seeing her suffering like this but what could they do?
Ria, "How was work father?" John startled before smiling, he always enjoyed it when she concerned herself with him.
John, "It was good I'm training another boy at the moment, he's from the west hemisphere." Ria face lit up.
Ria, "Humans from there are rare, isn't that a slave county?" Yes, you heard right, as I've said before this world holds a much harsher reality. It was law in the west that humans were to be farmed and sold for slavery to the superiors.
John, "Yes that's right. He is rather quiet but worked very hard." Ria pondered over the idea for a while. It must have been difficult for him to escape the county; this man had piqued her interest.
Ria, "Most likely that's what he's accustom too, at least he will be fed for his work here. I always wondered why the people of the west even bothered to survive but I guess It's for times like this. Lucky man." Jane almost choked on her food hearing her three year old daughter speak of things they had never taught her, Ria was a very excelling child but at times like this they wished she could remain a child forever and not know of the travesty beyond these four walls.
Jane, "John could you take Ethan to get washed up please I have something to discuss with Ria." John placed their dishes in the sink and picked up his son as he waved goodbye to his sister. Ria waved kindly back bracing herself for the conversation that was about to ensue. Jane sighed before asking the forbidden question.
Jane, "Ria what did you mean by your birth mother?" Ria thought long and hard about her response but knew the quicker she came clean about her abilities the quicker they would learn to adapt.
Ria, "Alice was my birth mother correct? You vowed to care for us before she died from blood loss, I recall it all." Jane had gone pale remembering her demise. But what she found more profound was her daughters' memory, she was only first born when this occurred.
Jane, "Sweetheart, how do you now of this?" Ria let a groan escape her mouth recalling her unfortunate ability.
Ria, "As much as I would like too, I don't forget anything, not my mother's death nor my fathers' eyes. I remember it all because…I'm not normal." Jane realization of how traumatic that must have been for her caused tears to fall from her face.
Jane, "What do you mean not normal, you are perfectly normal my girl." Ria snickered; it was a kind lie but still a lie. Ria knew who she was without having been told.
Ria, "Please mother spare me your sympathy, we are both well aware I'm different from my brother. I can hear things others can't and see things others fear. After all I'm my father's daughter." Jane sobbed further, it upset her just how cold Ria was to the truth, it was like her resentment had already infested her mind.
Jane, "Do you know who your father really is?" Ria shook her head aimlessly; all she knew was humans didn't have red eyes but the real reason his eyes glowed that colour would scar her for life.
Jane, "Ria your father is a very powerful man, some may say the strongest on this earth. Your fathers real name…is Lucifer the fallen angel. Do you know of him?" Ria's whole body turned cold as she recalled the bible she once read not long ago.
Ria, "So my father is really the devil, how amusing I only called him that as a joke but looks like my instinct were right." Jane had no words of comfort to offer this poor child as she sat in despair until she recalled something Alice had said before they were born.
Jane, "Ria family does not end in blood and it does not begin with it either. No matter who you were born from or who people say you are the only person who can decide your future is you." Ria smiled happily at her mother; Jane always seemed to offer such wisdom at these times which she appreciated deeply.
Ria, "Don't worry no matter who I am I will never become like them. I swear to protect my family no matter the cost. Please help me to become someone kind." Jane took her hands and kissed them gently.
Jane, "I will do my best my dear girl."