Mass release: 14/25
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"You are their daughter and their niece?" The orange-eyed male asked.
"Who are you again?" I arched my brows at him.
He smiled gently, "I'm Perseus Ravenhorn, but everyone calls me Percy."
I couldn't help clenching my jaw, "Of course, a Ravenhorn."
"You got a problem with my family too?" He tilted his head.
"Are you Prometeu Damaskenos Ravenhorn's son?"
A nod, "One and only!"
I scowled, "Then yes, I do have a problem with your family. I'll kill them."
He chuckled, "Why aren't you talking to Davon like that too then? You seem to have a problem with all Royals and the main Noble houses, and he's the number one royal in here, quite literally. He's the son of both the Von Hyden and the Wintermere houses, the main Crowned Prince of the Kingdom, and he's the top one both in the Poisontail House and in VHA."
"That's because he's a baby of nepotism," I mocked. "He is a Von Hyden."
"Wait until I beat you in a fight again," he chanted.
I glared at him, "You never beat me in a fight, that's literally impossible. If you call me to the mat in the class of that guy mom called a maniac son of a bitch, I'm going to kick your ass and humiliate you so horribly it'll take your bloodline 96 generations to recover."
That got a barked laugh from a tall, white, dark brown haired, guy with mud green monolid eyes, "Oh, these three years will be so interesting."
"Who are you?" I glared at him.
He grinned, "Yuji Leerstrom, got a problem with my family?"
I softened and smiled at him, "Not with yours," and that shocked them.
"Why are you smiling at him like that?" Davon growled annoyed.
"He's my type," I lied and his eyes darkened. "I like monolid-eyed white guys."
Yuji barked another laugh, "Sorry, darling, but I'm already mated."
"I'm not hitting on you, you're a noble, I don't like high ranks faes. I just said you are cute and your appearance is appealing to me, not really you," I chuckled, even though I'm lying, I mean, he's cute, but he's not my type, I'm not into white people, maybe if he was tanned, but I'm already white enough for myself.
Perseus laughed loudly at my response and I glared at him, "Oh, I like you."
"Well, I don't like you," I snapped.
"Oh, but everyone likes me."
"I am not everyone."
"I'll grow on you," he winked.
"The hell you won't, ew," I cringed, "not into wolves."
"I'm not hitting on you, Alyssa," he giggled. "You're not my type."
"Thank Tartarus for that," I mocked.
"Now, your sister on the other side," he grinned.
I glared at him annoyed, "I have many sisters if you haven't noticed."
["No, you don't."]
"The dark blue eyed one, really, really attractive, I like golden blondes."
She's my only blonde sister, but her skin is tanned, her blonde is a really golden one, not pale or dark, "Her name is Iris Amanda D. Valentine!"
"What's the D for?" He tilted his head curiously.
"It's just for charm," I ignored them. "It doesn't matter."
"It's your real demon surname, isn't it?" Davon asked.
I want to punch him, "Demon names are not meant for fae ears."
"Unless it's their mate," he said exactly what the King said to the Queen and I felt sick with the memory of the vision still lingering in my core. "So, it is your demon last name. That makes sense, since you say you are all from the same dad and different mothers. Who came up with the Valentine?"
"Grandma Alexandria," I said through clenched teeth.
"You know what I think?" He tilted his head.
"No one wants to know what you think," I groaned, wanting to know.
"I think both Alexandria and Alamea are you," he exclaimed and some of the members of the house gasped. "And that you only came here because your siblings came with you. I think," he tilted his head, "that you liked the fae land, but your family duties, whatever they were, tied you back there, and you took this time to comeback here for the third time."
"You should give me some of those drugs you're taking later," I mocked.
"I think you're a big liar, and I'm not done yet, starlight," he mocked. "So, what I think about you, is that, at very first, as Alexandria, you tried your harder to hate it here, to hate everything and everyone, hence why she has the worse fame, and then you went back to Hell and realized you missed it, and maybe, just maybe, that was when you awakened one of your tails, because it must have been depressing to go from here back to Hell. Then, you came again, as Alamea but you swallowed your pride, realized you did miss it, and to not waste your little time here, you decided to enjoy our realm and everything we have as much as you could like you didn't the first time."
He tilted his head to the other side again, "Hence why Alamea got the best fame in here, she was insanely strong, and she lived everything she could, really everything. As her, you explored everything and enjoyed every single minute, until you had to go back, back to your duties, back to your families, you have six sisters that might be way younger than you, than you all acting like, maybe one of them were a baby then. So, you stayed there, but after really knowing everything about our Kingdom, you couldn't handle being there, maybe it felt wrong, maybe... maybe you felt like your real home was in here, in our Kingdom, in our land, with the fae, a brighter world than what you're used to."
"Maybe Hell felt like a prison. Plus that other part that I'm not going to say it out loud, that we both know you know, and that absolutely took a bigger tool on you. And that, all together, must have awakened you until the eighth tail, maybe two or even three of them, and you only came back because you brought your family with you, so they wouldn't be a reason for you not to stay this time, with your family in here, you wouldn't be so against staying this time, as they played a tool on you going back even if you didn't want to. Maybe even some of them won't want to go back, some of them look happy to be here, while you, starlight, you look guilty as hell, like you're killing yourself being here again."
I felt his, his three male friends, and Bianca's eyes burning my skin, and I felt like throwing myself out of the window we passed by, going up the stairs of the Poisontail tower in the north of the academy fortress. Because, hell upside down if he didn't read me better than his dad did, this is bizarre, and I feel exposed.
"Are you done?" I mocked. "Well, great theory there, buddy, but not right. I get that I'm similar to my mom, but I'm nothing like my grandma, first time I've been called both, it would be hilarious if it wasn't worrisome for your mental health, you should get checked up on that. What? You're suggesting I'm nearly three thousand years or something?