♢ ⠀┊ 𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘 ⠀┊ ♢

♢ ⠀┊ QUEEN OF DIMONDS ⠀┊ ♢

❝ I𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦.
H𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦.
T𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦, ❞

KATERINA 'KIT' MORNINGSTAR was raised on so many different stories of soulmates. A random mix of good, and bad. But, all them some how all meeting at the same place. All of them ending at the same exact destination; they always were some modern happily ever after with some mere odd twist to them. Hell, even her parents were living proof that all soulmates end up together, even if they try with everything within them to avoid their soulmate, to somehow break the very bound that connects them to their tied souls, to their very begin. They will always end up together because her grandfather, the literal man upstairs, says so. And, wants the supposed best for his beautiful creations. It's all too weird to her. The whole thing. The whole very concept that a powerful celestial begin such like grandfather, the man who has messed up her father in ways that just couldn't begin to be fully explained, controlled who ends up with who. It just bugged her. What if he made a mistake? Then, what? Surely, he wasn't hundred precent prefect. He had to make a mistake at least once because no can be that prefect when it comes to putting to humans together. But, she doesn't really know, and it's not like she can exactly go ask him for his godly knowledge of soulmates.

     Katerina is forever forbidden from ever stepping foot into the endless beauty of the Sliver City. She's forbidden from ever meeting all of her so called "family" in the overwhelming greatnesses of the Sliver City. She can't ever go to haven; she is a filthy half breed, after all. She's a mudblood. She's just a sheer mutant of nature; she's the very love child of a once very pure, and highly skilled warrior angel, and the Devil himself. She's the child of Satan. The product of biggest, most evil sinner to ever exist in the universe, Lucifer Morningstar, a fallen angel turned King of Hell. Demon blood runs though her very veins... But, so does angel blood. She creature that stuck between two very different worlds. Stuck between the edges of good, and so called grasp of pure evil. She's no truly wicked sinner, but she's no pure hearted do-gooder either. She's the purgatory between the two. She doesn't what she is. Sure, she's something good, yet not, she's also something that is so clearly wrong at the very same time. She's almost simultaneously enough, and not a enough. She's ... she's just unsure of it all. Kit has always been unsure of everything. Unsure of taking her father's throne. Unsure of her faith. Unsure of her morals. Unsure of her very own existence in the universe. And most importantly, she's certainly unsure of soulmate.

      Katerina had gotten her soulmate tattoo when she was no older then six years old. It had happened on a in the middle of a cold October night. It was just so odd. Kit had been sound asleep, then like a small snap of fingers, she just felt her body become engulfed in a burning hot flame. The flames had started in her chest before exploding out to the rest of her whole body. Heat, and sheer pain seemed to just intensify in her left inner wrist. It was so very painful, and had caused her to loudly cry out in distress; it was loud enough to wake both of her parents up, and caused her father to burst into her room in a deep worried panic, her father Lucifer had feared the absolute worse. Had feared that someone was harming the thing that he didn't want to fuck up in any sort of way, and want to be the best version of his self for. But, her father's eyes had quickly softened, and became less fear filled when he saw the bright red markings slowly making their way onto his daughter's delicate pale skin; the sign that she was getting her very own soulmate tattoo. The sign that somewhere out there was someone would love her for better or worse. So, he had sat with his six year old daughter, trying his best to help ease his little girl's pain. Then all too quickly, Katerina felt an icy cold sensation on her wrist. And just like that, her soulmate tattoo came into crystal clear view. She, at the time, didn't fully understand why it appeared, and it wasn't like she was going to complain, but she thought that she needed to meet her soulmate before she could get a soulmate tattoo, and she certainly didn't meet them yet. But, her father Lucifer had explained to her that not all soulmates are like that, and that soulmate tattoos can come into view when one of them needs hope, or reassurance, and sometimes, though a bit rare, when they all need a sort of guidance in which direction all their shared destinies should go. When they need a nudge to just look out onto the horizon, and just know that someone else is out there looking for them; waiting to love every single little detail
about them. And, young Kit had been okay with that answer. Okay with just sitting at her window every night, and looking out into the vast open night knowing that someone would love a hybrid like her. Would love a girl who was both their very own angel, and their demon.

As an adult, Katerina still doesn't quite fully understand her own soulmate tattoo. It no longer screams reassurance or hope, it doesn't even give her the slightest bit of direction. It's just there on her pale flash as another thing for her to be unsure of. It's annoying really. She just wished she could understand the four weird symbols that marked her skin. Wished she understood why her soulmate tattoo took the shape of the four suits; of Hearts, spades, diamonds, and clubs. Kit just can't seem to gasp it.

    But, there is about only one thing Katerina is damn sure of. Which, is that she had to meet her soulmate at whatever cost.