Amillia's Rant

Amillia

It sucks that so many innocents had to die that day. I already hate Cole for what he’s done to my family, but what he done to a pack of shifters that belong to the moon goddess is just all kinds of fucked up. Cole’s as much of a coward now as he has ever been. I will kill him one of these days, he deserves nothing less.

I felt the worst for Khalil though, and I can tell that Natalia really cares for him as well. Even though she doesn’t know anything about this world, and what all it consists of, she refuses to back away and stays right by Khalil’s side. I can tell she’s lost and confused right now though, but she isn’t about to show it. Good girl, she’s strong, but of course she is, she is my sister, and we are all strong. We have to be, we were made that way.

It took me almost a year to remodel and redo that entire house and the land that surrounds it. While the towns people had done their best to preserve it, no one had ever lived in it to maintain it. It breaks my heart seeing it all burn to the ground now. I can’t even look back at it as I drive off. I just want to cry. Maybe with some luck Cole will think that we were trapped or got caught in the fire. I’m doubting it though, not even he can be that stupid, or at least I don’t think he can anyways.

I had been hoping that the curse on me would be broken before all of this started again and I rejoin the war. I’d love nothing more than to have the one person who’s always been there for by my side at this moment. I’m sure that Jackson wouldn’t mind having his brother back as well. It’s weird being in this war, fighting, and him not being by my side. I miss him. I miss them all.

Turns out Jackson had been telling the truth, his eyes had turned the same color as Damian’s during the fight. Black, completely black iris and burning red pupils with specks of silver in them. Beautiful eyes once you get past the part that is freaky as shit. Only the Lord of Darkness, the devil, and his blood shares this uniqueness. Other demons may have the red and black of their eyes in various forms, or just one of the colors alone, the silver specks are the family trait. I don’t think that anyone else noticed the change though, I just happen to be overly observant during any situation.

This all started because of simple petty jealousy. Hint, that’s why it’s one of the seven deadly sins. It doesn’t pay to be jealous, it’s ugly. This all started because one powerful being got jealous of a bunch of mortals, and now it’s affecting everyone. Some bull crap if you ask me personally.

It all started when the Lord of Lords decided to create mortals and gave them their own world to protect them and keep them safe. The master and Lord of the Darkness decided he wanted to make the mortal creations his playthings, and he created demons, allowing all the lost souls to turn evil and then sending them to the mortal world to make the mortals pay for things that they have no control or understanding of, but he didn’t and doesn’t care. Never has and never will.

That’s what led the other gods, the lesser one’s, or the one’s not as powerful as the Lord of Lords, to create their own creations. They wanted to make sure that the Lord of all’s mortals are protected and cared for above anything else. Different worlds were formed as well. After all, can’t expect all the creations to be housed together in one world, or even one realm. It had also been a distraction technique. Create multiple worlds and put magic and mythological beings in almost all of them and let the Lord of Darkness figure out which one he wants to take over first.

Sadly, the asshole decides that he wants it all. He wants all the power, even if that means destroying everyone and everything in his path to get it. To him, it’s all justified, he had been betrayed by all, and this is retribution for everyone’s actions.

The dude never could get it through his head that the Lord of Lords is the almighty, the beginning and the end, and that no other deity will ever have the powers that he possess. He’s the head and lead of them all for a reason. As I’ve said jealousy is an ugly color, and the Lord of Darkness wears it well, (not really).

The only reason I know what I do is because I have actually been in the depths of hell. At one point in time, I had been one of the princesses of darkness, only slightly more powerful than what Leyla is now. When life isn’t fair the words that Sotona says makes sense, he can be very convincing. That’s one reason why the mortals can be forgiven so easily, because most of the time they truly know not what they do.

Getting back to the present time though, the battle we just fought proved me wrong about the hunter brothers, and if they’re as tough as they are, then just maybe their mother and sister would be as well. There’s still the problem of them being only mortal though, mortals aren’t built to withstand everything that the supernatural world entails. I’ve seen many mortals feign interest in the supernatural and the mystical world, and none of them ended in good results. A human, mortal soul was never intended to mingle with those who are not pure.

I shake my head thinking about how stupid the elders of the Wyatt family are. Actually, I’m quit curious who the new elders are. See, I kinda lost all my senses at one point in time and I let my own darkness, my anger and grief, and all those negative emotions take over, the end result was that I ended up killing every single last elder of the Wyatt family. It was supposed to make them weaker, make it to where they couldn’t gain more power before I was able to come back and finish what I started. Guess that didn’t work as well as I had hoped it would.

I have a vendetta, and I know it. I just hope my plans before I left all this behind held and that not too much has been messed up in the seven earth years that I’ve been away. Hopefully I’m not hoping for too much.

I’ve lost so much already because I just happened to be born into the middle of a supernatural war. My destiny set into stone the moment that my great-grandmother decided she wanted to create a daughter out of her own flesh and blood, to make exactly in her own image, exactly… in… her… own… image. My grandmother, the first ever being to be created by a goddess purely from the blood of the goddess herself. Well, other than the mortals that is, although the mortals don’t hold the power that we do, which is basically the only difference.

All the creatures that were created by a deity holds some form of a power from the one who created them. One of the only differences between the mortals and every other creature created is that the mortals were given freedom of choice. Of course, we can chose and decide to do evil biddings, but our redemption is a lot harder to achieve, and most of the time, once we chose to do evil deeds, we don’t ever come back from that.

The mortals have the opportunity to decide who they want to be, what they want to do with their lives, where they want to live, they have choices. They can pick between being good or being evil. They can choose the whole world over themselves and be rewarded tremendously for their sacrifice. That one little gift, choice, allows them to create their own destiny’s. Even the fates leave them be and give them options to follow. Lucky.

I must admit that sometimes I do have sympathy for Vrag, or the devil, so to speak. It’s completely understandable where his jealousy comes from towards the mortals. They are all granted with so much and yet they waste every bit of it.

That’s the whole reason Vrag does what he does, well, besides the fact he gets joy from their misery. He’s been trying to prove to Gospodar lordova for years that the mortals are nothing but weaklings and not worth all the value that’s placed in them. He’s goal started being just showing Gospodar lordova that his creations are easily tempted and easy to sway to the dark side.

He made it to where the temptation of the evils look more appealing than being a decent human being. All the money that controls the world, phew, sometimes I truly do feel sorry for the mortals. They’re just as trapped in the middle of this mess as the rest of us. Please tell me how a simple pressed tree controls the whole world? At one point in time people would worship the trees, nature, they believed it to be natural and pure and something the be preserved and tended too and cared for. What ever happened to that?

This world and the majority of the people in it make me sick these days. I can remember when I was younger, before my parents were murdered, how people all lived together, they cared for each other, hell they even cared for the land. Not anymore, now, in these days, it’s all about the self. All anyone cares about are things of this Earth, what man himself calls important. It’s all about who has the most money, nicest clothes, nicest car, biggest and nicest house. Shit doesn’t make any sense.

I rant sometimes, this is my rant. I can’t help it; ranting makes me feel better and helps me to clear my head. Ranting sometimes helps me figure things out as well, but even the rant in my mind right now isn’t taking away the anger that I have towards Cole. Normally I can rant to myself and get over it, nope. The hatred runs too deep. All I can think about is killing the son of a bitch. And I’ve met his mom, she was an elder, and of course, a bitch.

I’m normally not one to curse much, actually, I’m normally a pretty calm and collected person. I don’t anger easy; anger isn’t an emotion I’m found of. It’s an emotion controlled by someone else that’s all consuming and make you weak and witless. Plus, it just takes up too much energy that I could spend using on something else.

I like to stay about my wits honestly. I learned the hard way what happens when you live your life controlled by the negative. Blah.

The worst part of all of this is, is that if Cole is already involved and on my trail, then soon Erik will be too. I’m a tough person and I can most definitely hold my own. I’m very powerful. Erik still scares the shit out of me though, and if anyone finds us and is actually able to take us down it will be him.

That’s one reason I had hoped that the curse between Damian and I would be broken by the time that I had to rejoin this war. Damian is the only person who outmatches the failed experiment known as Erik. Damian can easily take the man down, and he actually has a time or two. Now I wish that I never stopped Damian from killing Erik, even if he is Matthew’s biological father. Although, it’s not like the asshole has ever been involved in his life. What few times he has tried it has always ended badly.

Cole is well aware that Erik has always been a weakness of mine, although I’m not too sure how true that is anymore. Erik has actually made it pretty far up my hit list, almost eye to eye with his dad at this point honestly. At one point though, I would have done anything for that man.

Just because I’ve been away doesn’t mean I don’t know what’s been going on. I have my ways of seeing things, of knowing. Not all magic leaves a trace. The basics are easy to accomplish without being caught as long as you know what you are doing.

I’m also pissed because of my shoes and my outfit. They’re both new! Now they all have blood and guts and yuckies on it so they’re going to have to go into the trash. I’m so not about to try to clean them up, it’s really not worth it.

There is no rest for the wicked.

I knew once that I started going after my sisters that things would heat up and fast. That’s why I was allotted a seven-year break. I needed to be grounded and get myself together, which I have, I did all that before I made the deal honestly. There’s never a break, there’s never time to just be. That’s something that I learned early on with our destiny; we never catch a break.