"You've done it, Mhilrim. You've done a taboo. Congratulations on your first evil deed, dearest sister." 

The tangy flavor of blood left a bad taste in my mouth as I spoke. But, it was nothing compared to the sword that was pierced into me, glowing a golden luminosity that did not even dissipate after being plunged into my stomach.

It was a backhanded attack I did not expect my eternally 'holy' sister would do after colluding with my very own descendant. My eyes crashed with violet ones, a color praised wherever I went. Those pair of irises were always filled with benevolence, but only displeasure shone through it at the present, an expression not new to me when facing my family.

Agony permeated my senses as I peered at the weapon stabbed into my body. It was the only thing that could kill me. A weapon given to us by Father to stop each other yet also forbidden to use.

My lips curled. I had already expected this result. Once I was unsealed from the abyss, only death would wait for me.

But.

I would not die alone. 

I would kill every single one of that damned race as long as my soul belonged to this world. Even centuries of being trapped in that abyss could not quench my thirst for the extinction of those vermins.

Yet who would have thought that my sister would jump on the wagon and kill me directly? Mhilrim appeared unbothered while my lips tilted higher. She knew the consequence of killing me. Soon, she would follow me to wherever the hell the dead gods went.

My eyelids shut as my soul was violently pulled out from the body I was possessing. In an instant, I was sucked into another place. Trepidation coursed through my body thinking that I would be back into the abyss that imprisoned me for the last decades.

But it was the opposite.

Stagnant water reigned my surroundings with hues of gray and thick rays of fog wafted in the air. I stepped forward, causing ripples as I walked with my feet floating above water that was as vast as an ocean.

Seconds passed as I traipsed into the unknown place until the fog became less dense and a figure emerged.

The man was the reincarnation of purity. Snow white skin and lustrous silver strands that dangled down to his feet were paired with impeccable white robes. His whole being exuded the divinity he possessed.

It has been centuries since I saw his human form. The very last time was when he separated my body and soul, condemning me to the abyss.

"Father," I called out but my head bent towards the ground.

It was better than seeing those deep black eyes that always looked like I was a disappointment. I was never friendly and easy-going like my sister. I was arrogant, just like how a certain bastard described me.

A memory suddenly sprang. I still remembered the exact moment I ripped that bastard's tongue and relished the satisfaction of his blood on my hands. He absolutely deserved it after he plotted with that bitch.

A woman whom I loathed deep in my bones - whose name was embedded in my soul. 

The only irony was I became someone I despised whose mind was full of schemes and greed but I could never compare to her. That human bitch was a master of deceit in hiding her toxic claws behind an innocent beauty.

So compelling and immaculate that she even enthralled the mighty god in front of me, making him succumb to her like a fool in love.

Clothes rustled as Father came near but I kept my gaze on my reflection in the water clouded with smoke. Just like how I hadn't seen Father's form for so long, I hadn't seen mine for ages either.

Platinum blonde hair parted neatly on my temple and cascaded to my feet while irises that resembled frozen icicles stood out in the vibrant blues of the water. The upturned eyes were still the same, appearing fierce as they stared right back at me with an everlasting proud expression.

Many said I resembled Father and I could not agree more, holding it with pride. However, I could say I was blinded since there was no way that was the case just merely looking at our opposite countenance.

I swallowed a sigh. I really could not deny I was an absolute idiot back then. And perhaps even now...

All my memories of Father were sparse and I treasured them all, that even after hundreds of years, I still recalled them. He had told us about this realm before. A place where he was born. It was his territory where the essence of his magic protected and oversaw the whole world.

"Your magic is coming back to me, Cannaria." Father's voice reeled me away from my thoughts but I still refused to look up even if his voice was a touch softer than I recollected.

But then again, the only time the beloved True God, who was widely known for his magnanimity, raised his voice was when confronting his unscrupulous daughter who made havoc in the human world. In other words, me.

"Then, what will happen, Father?" I questioned and finally looked up.

Our gazes clashed. Those black eyes had always been unreadable.  But during the day he sealed me, the immense rage was palpable. However, I was too numb to care back then. If I did not kill them, who would protect my precious people in such a selfish world? All humans, be they mortal or Amica, were a threat. They were avaricious who only wished for more power and were never contented.

"Will I die?" I continued.

A long time ago, he had told us we would die once our magic was drained. However, I already died twice but my consciousness was still intact. Perhaps this was all because I did not hold a true soul for the mere fact that I was created by Father.

That was right, created. Unlike him, who was a real god, we were made from his own flesh and blood — the perfect vessels for his magic. I had already lost my mortal body just like him and it did not take me long to comprehend what he was trying to imply by saying my magic had returned to him.

Nevertheless, this place was a hundred times better than the complete darkness I had stayed in for years. I had no one but myself and could not get out unless one of my descendants had succumbed to my curse.

Even if Father didn't like me, in any case, I had someone with me. At least I'm not alone...

"No, Cannaria, you will disappear."

Disappear. I repeated his words. Disappearing meant vanishing without a trace, right? Gone with all the thoughts that I could finally be someone after centuries of solitude. But then again, after I would disappear, I would be void of feeling anything.

I guessed it was better that way. I hated this loneliness lurking deep within. I despised this feeling that begged for someone's companionship. It resurfaced every time no matter how hard I buried these useless emotions inside of me. The contradiction only burdened the heart that had long been frozen.

I just could not understand Father. If he decided to make us the vessel of his magic, why did he even give us emotions? It would have benefited him if he had made us objects in the first place since he had been treating us like that.

On second thought, I was the only one regarded like that and had always been the receiver of his glacial gaze.

"But I won't let that happen..."

He dragged his sentence as both his hands rested on my shoulder. His eyes swelled with a tenderness that I had only seen directed towards one person. It was the look that I wanted the most but never had.

His grip tightened and sudden exhaustion erupted from my body. I staggered to my feet as both his hands supported me and the last thing I heard was Father's unfamiliar gentle tone.

"I will make you mortal, my dear child."

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Note: Soooo how was it?