Chained to the prince of darkness by Lunasads (ebook reader that looks like a book .TXT) 📗

"Why am I not like you?....or mother?" 

"You are just like your mother. God! You two look just like twins standing together-"

"Why am I normal? Like, it's not a bad thing but still, having a werewolf as your father nad a witch as your mother, why am I not one of you?" Curiosity got the best of me. The look on his face changed replacing it with gruesome.

"Lucifer told you?" He asked. He was worried.

"Kind of," I didn't want to tell him what price I had to pay to go learn the truth.

I heard him sigh before he spun me around and again embraced me in his arms.

"My bloodline," He looked down at me before caressing my cheek.

"Our bloodline, was cursed. If you know about witches and werewolves then you might know what was a feud between supernatural." His eyes were not ready to tell me anything. He didn't want to. want till he was.

"I know everything, father," I told him what he didn't want to waste breathed out and spun me around on my toes, and moved me with along beats.

"Not every witch is as bad as the past has portrayed them to be. Our bloodline was cursed by a witch, Eleonar. She was the daughter of the dangerous, the most powerful witch of that time having immense and unimaginable dark powers." I listened carefully. Every time to face the truth, it seemed to change itself. 

From 'witches were the enemies' to 'witches weren't bad. That was some good improvement.

"Was this witch, Eleonar, was portrayed as evil, or was she one of them?" Beats changed to slow ones as we both just moved in slow circles. 

"She...she was my grandmother, Safina." I abruptly looked at him almost snapping my neck. 

"Wh-what does that mean?" I stuttered finding this new information utterly out of this world.

My father would never lie to me.

"She cursed the females of her bloodline. No girl child would be born in our bloodline." I gulped the lump of shock which was damn hard to swallow.

"Then w-why I...I mean-"

"I know and that's what I was not able to understand twenty-one years ago but I don't regret having a girl as my child." The tenderness and smoothness in his voice showed me how much he loved me.

"Am I-I a witch too?" I dreaded the answer more than Lucifer. This stuff was flipping over my head. 

"No, you're not. The curse specified that no child of her bloodline will bear with witch powers." I was confused. Why did she want her bloodline to be vulnerable to all other creatures?

"She hated witches. She hated her mother. That's why she sacrificed herself to place the curse so that no child of her bloodline would be associated with witches. And the probability of females to be gifted with witchcraft is higher than males, so she cursed her bloodline to daughter less." 

This explains why was I was normal and not some supernatural stuff. It was relieving and confusing at the same time.

"Why did she...I mean...why did she hate the witches?" I looked up at him and pure concern and fretful were evident in his eyes. I could sense his body tensing in my arms as he breathed out.

"She loved a human boy, which was not acceptable to her mother. So, for teaching a lesson to her daughter she killed her lover. Eleanor was petrified of her mother, hence she ran away with her firstborn, a son, she knew her mother would kill her son and her and for protecting him and his upcoming generations she placed a curse on him so that no witch..... especially a girl couldn't be born. Although all of this seems like a story since truth is yet to be known." How could a mother be so cruel and heartless to her flesh and blood? What insanity was this?

My Father's voice was becoming more cracking the more he was telling me. I couldn't imagine doing this to my child.

 
"She did right," I found myself mumbling.

My Father looked bewildered at me.

"Eleanor, she did the right thing by placing a curse. No mother could see her child's suffering." I mumbled and before I could stop something wet slipped down my face. I felt my father wiping away the tear as he looked down at me. 

"I...you...you are the first girl child of our bloodline, Safina. You know how much you mean to me, right?" He whispered. I could say his eyes filling with unshed tears. A small smile crept on my face and I hugged him tightly. 

"I love you, Father,"

"I love you, my child." 

These words seemed to calm my racing heart. I was not myself a few moments ago when I heard all about Eleanor and stuff but now I was feeling somewhat alright. 

The music was still playing and people around us were dancing and enjoying. 

"Who was her mother?" I casually asked. It was not like I needed to know her name but again I was a curious little girl. I would never name my child after her name. 

"She was one of the strongest witches of that time. The dark magic she possessed was used to destroy and ruin kingdoms. People of their time called her THE EVIL. Though her real name was not known by many people." Suited her perfectly, the evil. I leaned in as I put my head on his shoulder as well stayed with beats. 

I closed my eyes as I found myself getting lost in the sweet melody. 

"She was burned along with witches when werewolves and vampires joined hands. But people say her screams still could be heard where she was burned," I looked up at him through the side as I smiled up at him.

"You trying to scare me?" I grinned as he chuckled amusedly at me.

"Ayannah is dead. She ain't coming back."
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