My name is Dimitri Viggotsy, and I've known pain for as long as I can remember. It's the weight of loss, the bitterness of betrayal, and the sting of mystery that settles deep within the soul. But who would've thought a half-Russian, half-Zambian man like me could be caught between worlds so different, they might as well be from different realms?
Growing up, my mother used to call me her "shadow and light," with my heterochromatic eyes — one blue, one brown — a perfect reminder of the worlds I would never fully belong to. I was born under the Zambian sun, raised with laughter, culture, and the warmth of family, but that was shattered at the age of nine, when she was taken from me.
Mundia Mataa Viggotsy. My mother. Strong, tall, and beautiful. A curvy goddess in her own right, and the only person who ever understood me. Her laughter could light up a room, and her presence could silence a storm. My father, Vladimir Viggotsy — a man whose very name commanded respect and fear — adored her. A gentle giant to her, but to the world, he was something else entirely.
After her death, everything changed. My father, a man I once thought was just a mystery wrapped in silence, became something else — colder, distant, but protective in a way that always felt suffocating. He took me back to Russia, a country as cold as my father had become, and I found myself caught in the middle of secrets older than I could fathom, with a legacy I didn't ask for.
Little did I know, my father was far more than a powerful, enigmatic figure. He was the King of the Oceans — a Siren, ancient and feared, whose voice could command the waves and whose song could lure men to their doom. A secret he kept hidden from my mother, from me, from everyone on land. But when you grow up with the blood of a Siren and the strength of a woman like my mother running through your veins, it's hard not to feel invincible — even if your arrogance leads you to your downfall.
It wasn't long after that I met her. Natasha. A Zambian woman with the kind of beauty that could stop time. Tall, with curves that spoke of strength and grace, she was more than I could have ever hoped for. She softened me in ways I didn't know were possible, though I'd never admit it. Love isn't something you can outrun or hide from, not when you're someone like me — cursed and blessed with intelligence, power, and a destiny beyond my understanding.
But life has a cruel sense of humor. Just as I began to believe I could have it all, just as we built a life together, it was taken from me again. Natasha died giving birth to our fourth child, leaving me with a heart more shattered than it had ever been. It's funny how death circles around me like an old friend, always ready to take what I care about most.
This is my story, my confession. Of love, of loss, of secrets that could drown the world. Of a man born from both light and shadow, caught between two worlds — one on land, the other deep beneath the waves.
But the truth is, I've always known: I am more than a man.