Disagreements

This is boring. Things did not go as she had hoped they would. Yeah sure, she broke a seal and now the first one to ever turn toward the darkness is walking the earth, but really, to what avail? It’s not like it’s making much of a difference anyways.

Something that Amillia has realized on her journey this last little bit is that this world has been doomed for a while now, people are just to ignorantly blind to realize what is going on around them. Which actually astounds Amillia if we’re being honest.

Like, really though, a volcano erupting that hasn’t been active in too many years to count is just wrote off as a natural occurrence like every other sign that the underworld is trying to take over the world. People are really so desperate to be able to prove, or disprove, everything that they can’t even acknowledge what’s actually happening right in front of their faces.

At least the mortals are concerned about the mass number of disappearances that has happened since the volcano erupted. That’s something at least. Although they’ll never connect the two events together unless someone just comes up with a random conspiracy theory that the majority of people will just write off as that person being insane or something.

Damian’s been gone a lot more here lately, although it’s not as if he and Amillia have been seeing eye to eye. Although she had done everything, she could bring him back into the darkness, his will power to fight it is stronger than her magic. Damnit, she just assumes it’s because he’s a direct decent to one of the deities, whereas she’s just the great granddaughter of one. Of course, it makes sense that he would be more powerful than what she is.

She’s seen the signs before, and it makes her want to laugh at the current situation. Damian is slowly starting to remind her of Erik when he would battle himself before he was sent to hell. Amillia can see it in Damian’s eyes, the demon is having fun being let loose and being able to play and wreak havoc on everything, while the part of him that still has a soul and feelings is hating every minute of it. Too bad Damian’s not as smart as he likes to think that he is, if he was then he would have noticed something was wrong with Amillia when Leyla first brought her darkness out instead of still just pretending to play home and being happy with the fact that he “finally won the girl over”.

Which leads Amillia into thinking something else. Does she truly love Damian, or is it something else? If it is something else, then what could that something be? She has no idea. Right now, she doesn’t even know what emotions are, she hasn’t been able to feel anything in such a long time, but she is realizing that she must be feeling something, especially if she’s concerned with her feelings toward Damian. For the first time in a while, she realizes that she’s lonely and she’s missing her son. She wants to know where Matthew is, and she wants to get him back. That means that she’s going to have to track down Damian, since he’s obviously not coming home anytime soon, and find out where he sent her son off to.

Amillia gets down in the floor and sets with her legs folded under each other. Meditation has always been the one thing that has connected to her powers more than anything else. It’s a way for her to stay balanced, of course it’s also something that she hasn’t practiced over the last few months. It’s what she used to do with Erik before he turned into an asshole when he would help her when she first started to learn to control and tap into her powers.

“If you don’t stop her from interfering in the fate of this world then the both of you will suffer the consequences of messing with the fates!” She states very clearly so that there’s no miscommunications and that she knows her words are understood.

She had tried to warn her herself, but nope, she wants to be complicated and do things her own way, well then so must they. They were only being nice and warning her due to who she is, but it’s obvious she doesn’t give a crap and is completely disrespectful of the chain of command, so now they are forced to do what they must.

“How the hell am I supposed to stop? For fucks sake I’m doing good fucking stopping myself." He growls out angrily. Frustration and agitation is starting to get the better of him. They’ve been at this for two months now, and nothing has worked, nothing has changed. What more do they expect him to do? Hell, they’re the ones who are supposed to be in control of all of this anyways.

It's understandable why they’re mad, as of right now they’re job is pointless. She’s made sure of that. Which, of course, they should have already foreseen these events happening. They know what her fate is and what her destiny is supposed to be, but there’s more than one option, and no one but her can pick which path she chooses to go down in order to meet her fate. That’s the beauty of the flawed grand design.

The oldest of the three girls standing in front of him looks at him sideways as if he’s done lost his mind.

“Do you think that we enjoyed watching you and her slaughter one of the people who have been fated to hold back Lilith and take her down when the time is right?” She asks him.

Well, that explains that fucking excursion, he thought to himself. No wonder she had picked them as a target and spent her precious time peeling his skin away from his bones and muscles, piece by piece. It had been actually quit disturbing, and what’s worse, he knew that she had enjoyed doing such a brutal thing to someone. Maybe the wrong one was picked when they had been separated.

Then the middle female speaks, “I think they shouldn’t be allowed with each other, if they can’t come into contact with each other then they’ll have no choice but to do what we demand.”

Nope, he didn’t like this plan at all. Although, he does have to admit that the two of them together in their current situation is not a good combination. She brings out the worst in him when she’s being the worst that she can be. He doesn’t have any point to argue against what the middle child says, so she doesn’t respond, but his look tells the sisters how much he disapproves of their plan. These girls need a better hobby.

“What would separating us do for anyone?” He asks.

“It’ll give you time to find yourselves again because it’s apparent that you’re both very lost right now and if this continues then everyone’s destinies will be thrown off and the fate of the worlds will change. We can’t have that.” The youngest of the three states as if it should have been obvious. She even included an eye roll to go along with her statement.

It’s obvious that the oldest of the three is seriously contemplating the suggestion of her sisters. He can’t believe that they are really going to do this shit! For four years the two of them just tried to live in peace, they stayed low, kept their heads down, and did everything they could not to be found. He knew the plans that the underworld had wanted to accomplish and thought he had done everything in his power to prevent that from happening. Maybe this is his punishment. He already knows he’s no favorite of any of the deities and most definitely not these women. He’s screwed with their job more than he would care to admit.

“It’s not going to be so simple to tell her what to do. The more you try to dictate her the more she’s going to do what she wants,” he says and crosses his arms across his chest.

Which is true. The love of his life is one of the most stubborn people to ever exist. But the sisters do have a point and right now he’s in the right state of mind to be able to understand and comprehend what they are talking about and see the point where they are coming from.

“We can add a little spice to the flavor,” the middle sister advises with a not so nice smirk on her face which makes him frown, what the hell is this one up to now.

“Hmmmm,” the oldest says out loud tapping her index finger against her chin. Then she smiles, not a pleasant smile either, nope, this smile is a vindictive one showing that she’s not about to be playing fair.

“I want what she’s done fixed!” she demands. “Until something is done then you two won’t be able to be around each other, and if you are, the darkness will take over both of you and not only will you destroy everything you love, but you’ll destroy yourselves too. What you’ve been through isn’t anything compared to what we can put you through, and you need to remember that!”

He can’t help but to roll his eyes. These women really do have an issue with the fact that they aren’t actually needed mostly anymore. Pettiness.

(Amillia)

The darkness inside my soul is escalating. The voices that I hear are a constant. They’re annoying too. Always trying to tell me what to do. They do add to the blood lust, in fact, they’re the driving force behind the blood lust. They whisper little secrets into my brain on different ways to slowly torture someone that results in the maximum amount of blood being spilled. I have to admit, they’re right over half the time.

The fates have visited me once again, of course they’re not happy. Those three are never happy with anything. They weren’t happy when I was a good little girl who done everything I was supposed, (besides staying with Erik), and they’re not happy now that I’m so the complete opposite of how I used to be.

I had been shy, quiet, reserved. I kept my peace. I minded my own business. I worked hard and kept my head low, just as all good girls are supposed to. They turned me evil and took my son. Yeah, sure, the fates deny that that had been a part of their plan, but I honestly don’t believe them. Fate and destiny are intertwined, if this is part of my fate then they can kiss my ass! I kindly told them that too before I began the mission of taking out guardian angels in some of the most painful ways imaginable, which in turn has changed the fate of many innocent victims. Oh well, they shouldn’t have tried to play games with me is all I can say.

There’s a constant battle roaring inside of me. Do I fight it? Nope, but boy do I want too. I want to fight back so bad but being trapped in this darkness is devastating and draining. This experience is unlike anything I have ever felt before.

I don’t feel, for anything, but I do still miss my son. I think he had been the only thing truly holding me onto sanity. With him gone to a whole different world apparently, it’s not the same, nothing is the same. It’s strange how I want to feel, but yet I can’t.

After months and months of not being able to feel anything, I started to feel, which is weird by this point in time. Even just the slightest.

I find it funny how I didn’t start to feel anything until I was left alone. I have no idea where Damian went, but I am starting to worry about him a bit. He had been fighting himself pretty hard lately. He didn’t want to fully cave to the spell I have him under, but he couldn’t resist it either. I know it caused some hard-core inner turmoil for him. He should have just caved and stayed by my side.

It's weird though, I didn’t start having emotions, however mild they are, until Damian disappeared for a few days. I had wondered where he went too, and then my thoughts went to my son. Where had Damian sent him too, and I so badly wanted to find him. That’s when I decided to do some meditation and focus on finding Matthew.

“My daughter, you are so lost,” I heard a voice say to me.

My meditation has taken me out of this world and into an abyss. There’s nothing but white surrounding me and I can’t see anything. I have no idea what’s going on as this is the first time something like this has ever happened. Normally meditating just calms me down and allows me to focus my powers on what I want them to be focused on. Never did I inquire about some random woman trying to talk to me.

“Who are you?” I ask in return. I can’t help it, my curiosity is getting the better of me, and why would this random voice call me their child. I promise that I’m not!

“How do you not remember me little one? I’m the one who created you!” The voice sounds a bit angered right now.

Then it hits me all at once, “Majka bozica?”

“Yes darling, and I must say that I’m not amused with you Amillia, this is not what any of us had planned for you and your family.” She states.

“Well now, that’s not really my fault, is it? I’m getting kind of tired of the fates and the gods telling what is and what isn’t supposed to happen. I never asked for this life. I never asked to be in the middle of all of this shit!” I can feel my anger rising, which in hindsight probably isn’t a good thing considering the fact that I’m speaking with the mother goddess.

Okay, so it may not have been the smartest move I’ve ever made getting smart with the mother goddess also cursing at her. But damn, all of this is annoying. Nope, none of us have done what we were “supposed” to do, but can you blame us, just because we’re powerful doesn’t mean we aren’t human, we’re just not mortal humans. Humans make mistakes, and that’s also something that none of us can control!

“Now is not the time for all that attitude little one. I realize that your sister is the one who has currently decided to place you in your current predicament, but you’re special for a reason. Do you think that her spell would have brought forth the darkness in you if you didn’t want it too? I know you’re tired and just want a normal life, but sadly that’s not your destiny.

“You’ve went of course Amillia, and out of all of your siblings I had really high hopes in you. Now we got one who’s closed to being the Lord of Darkness favorite, and two others that don’t even know who they are, and then you’re close to matching Leyla. You do understand why this can’t happen don’t you?” The deity inquires.

Yup, I understand completely, but I’m wondering if I remain silent what else this woman will say. I’m intrigued, I’m not going to lie.

The mother goddess makes herself visible, and boy is she just beautiful! She has very long wavy blonde hair, beautiful sea blue eyes that sparkle and her skin is almost translucent. She’s wearing a white robe that goes to her feet with a golden belt wrapped around her waist that hung down to meet the bottom of her robe.

Well, this is so not what I expected to happen while meditating. Of course, I’ve had just one previous conversation with the mother goddess, back in Gloria’s world. The one time a year she would actually come down and check on things, but that had been nothing like this meeting here. Back then I didn’t get to see what she actually looks like, so to say I’m surprised is an understatement.

Then it hits me, oh shit, I’m in trouble!