" The second daughter of Archduchess Florentia shall bring death to Archduke Florentia and destroy the Southern Archduchy. Then nothing will escape the flames of the calamity".
The first one that came out of the womb was my twin sister Ophelia - with shining silver white locks of hair and aquamarine eyes like jewels, she had inherited all the traits of the Florentia Archduchy's lineage. A perfect example of a pureblood breed in the line of Light Magicians. And then, 15 minutes later I was born - with black hair like those of raven feathers, and purple like amethyst gems eyes. The cursed one - the 2nd daugther of Archduke Filen Florentia.
Growing up I couldn't be with my mother - when I was 7, it was revealed that the Archduchess cheated on her husband with another man while sharing a bed with Filen. Furious Archduke ordered for the execution of his wife and she hanged - both me and Ophelia were ordered not to cry under a threat of sharing the same fate - death by execution, under false charges. The Archduke lost all the empathy and kindess completely - only towards me - like was I at fault for my mom being a cheater. Ophelia was pampered, while I was starving in the shabby attic, not having a formal education - all I learned was through hours studying in the library.
The Archduchy of Florentia is family of magicians, having a special trait for every magician born into this family - while I was born with no capacity for using or learning magic. I cried for months, seeing the dissapointed look my father gave me when I saw that I cannot use magic - instead I picked up swordsmanship but nothing could imprese the Archduke.
As a teenager I finally understood that my father won't love me, he's incapable of showing a hint of affection towards me - because of that I started to resent Ophelia - everything came easily to her - she was a taker and demanded nothing in return. Whenever my father was abusing me in public all she did was standing in one place, shaking. She never helped me. Ophelia was always loved by everyone, she was magic prodigy and the heir to Florentia Archduchy. The "perfect" daughter.
I was no doubt beautiful - with long wavy black and hair ends coloured purple and big violet eyes like amethyst gems - enigmatic. While the aura Ophelia had around her was angelic, graceful and always kind, while I was the "mysterious" one - cold, elegant, beautiful and ruthless. When I entered the high society I had nothing - I never aspired to be at the top, all I dreamed of was getting a suitable marriage proposal so I could get out of this shithole, called home. But I wasn't allowed to leave until I'm 18 due to unknown reasons that my father never explained to me.
That's why I was counting days until my 18th birthday came. I was euphoric - I'll be free from this nightmare, even though without a suitable marriage offer but I could do whatever I want! I was planning to pack my stuff the same day, using my savings that I earned through mercenary comissions, I would buy a comfortable apartment - I would be free...
And then I coughed up blood while drinking. Through bleary eyes I saw my father's smile when I was dying - he was planning to poison me during my birthday. He wanted to get rid of me - I wanted to curse him, to make him suffer the same way I did. But I didn't have enough strength left - my last thoughts were - I swear, I'll have my vengeance, no matter the cost!
And then in the pitch dark empty, a deliverance came to me. Death, The Grim Reaper himself made an offer to me - if I fail my revenge I would never able to escape my fate of being a calamity, If I succeed I'll be free from my fate. I accepted the offer and regressed to the when I was 10 - nothing will escape the flames of vengeance! I'll bring death to my enemies!