Luna’s pov
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“AHHHHHHHHH”
The screams echoed through the walls of the castle, I could hear the loud footsteps of the guards as the approached my room
I was still dumbfounded by the sight before me, my wings shuddered before they flapped to adjust
“MS AMON?!” someone yelled
My jaw was still dropped but my brows furrowed as I turned around to have a closer look at the wings in the mirror.
“Ms Amon we’re coming in!” someone yelled
“What sorcery is this?” I asked myself as I watched the white feathers
“Alright men, ONE. TWO. THRE- UGH” the men fell to the floor the second I opened the door. They piled to the ground like a sack of potatos
“Oh come on men, it’s the twentieth century, you don’t have to be on your knees in the sight of a lady” I chuckled
“Ms Amon. So sorry ma’am, we heard a nois-”
“Yes I know, don’t worry about it” I said
“Ma’am, your wings… It’s… Half black and white?” a guard asked
“So it seems, alright then. Hurry along” I smiled
“Oh yes. Goodbye ma’am” they said, the guards lifted onto their feet and hurried their way out of my room
I sighed and returned back to the bathroom mirror. How the hell did this happen?
“It occurred when you unlocked the last passage” A voice said
I snapped my neck around to see the tall figure leaning against the door frame. Her long raven hair hung loosely down her back as she crossed her arms against her chest. Her buttons stopped a little before her cleavage while a tight skirt hugged her frame.
“Last passage?” I asked
“Call it a door that was locked away inside you. It unlocked when you reached your full potential but it was filled with anger, thus the remaining black feathers” Taylor said
“What does that even mean?” I questioned
“You’re half angel and half demon Luna. You’re the most powerful being on land and hell” She muttered
The blood stopped rushing through my veins and my eyes went wide. I almost laughed a bark of disbelief. I was too stunned to move
“You’re kidding right?” I asked
“No Luna. You’re really powerful, I hope you let those words sink in” she said
“There’s no way. I’m just a kid who happens to be the daughter of Lucifer” I said
“You’re not a kid anymore Luna, you’re a woman” she said. I sighed and turned to face the mirror once again, my pale skin looked grey
“It feels so surreal” I whispered
“I know. I can’t imagine what you must feel to wake up and somehow be five years older” she said
“Technically I’m eigtheen hundred and five years old” I chuckled
“Technically you’re 23 on earth” Taylor said, my eyes glanced at her reflection in the mirror
“And you’ve grown” I said
“Not really” she said
“Oh come on, look at you. You’ve got curves and an ass” I laughed, the woman gasped
“How dare you” she chuckled
“Sorry, I can’t help my eyes”
“Yes you can”
“Yeah I can” I gave in
“Shouldn’t you be preparing for the party, your aunt and uncle is here” She said
“Adam and Eve?” I asked
“Yes. They’ve all travelled from earth”
“They?” I asked
“Yes, a few more guests” she said. My heart race sped up as I turned to face her.
“Is… Is Cytheria here?” I asked with hope. Taylor’s lips parted to speak but nothing came out. She shook her head instead
“Oh… ” I whispered
“Cytheria isn’t the girl you knew before Luna” she said
“You’ve made contact with her?” I asked
“I tried, but it’s really hard to reach her now. She’s made a completely different life herself now” Taylor said
“Did… Did she find… Someone else?” I asked, the gleam in my eyes made it obvious at how painful that answer would be
“You should shower. Your guests are expecting you” she smiled
“Oh yes, I’ll be out shortly” I mumbled, Taylor nodded and stepped out of the room
I stepped into the shower, toes flinching as they touched the chilled ceramic floor. My mind was in shreds, I would never get that picture out of my mind. Cytheria and someone else. Would it be a girl? Would it be a guy? Did she really get over me?
But who could blame her. I made my choice to hurt her, it wasn’t something I’d ever think of doing but in that moment, I had to. My father was in danger, it was a sacrifice.
My father or the love of my life.
Now she’s on earth doing whatever it is she wanted, perhaps this time she’s doing it with someone else.
I turned the dial, old and metallic, releasing thousands of lukewarm drops, darkening my hair and trickled down my back. My eyes fell closed over and over, each time showing me the images like photographs.
Five years is a long time. She could be married. Dear God I hope not.
My heartbreak was grief that came in waves, gruelling, stealing appetite and sleep alike. It felt like a shard in my gut that never left. Though perhaps in time the edges will dull.
It felt like death just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments it choked the breath from my body and short circuited my mind. What was once whole was not shattered. Where once was peace, warm and love from Cytheria Jones was now emptiness, echoes of a love I put my everything into.
“Pull yourself together Luna” I whispered to myself
My feet stepped out of the bathroom and I crept into my room. The echos of laughter and glasses kinking together came through the crack in my door. A smile pulled across my lips. All of these people came here for me. It feels nice to be appreciated.
I slipped into a black trouser and a white turtleneck because why the fuck not?
“Luna?” I heard a familiar voice from the door
“Yes?” I asked
The door was pushed open slightly, the light invaded the side of the room and Fawn’s head poked in, she held a goofy smile
“I… I have something I think you’d like” she said
“Come in” I answered
The girl smiled widely as she stepped closer. Her hands were behind her back as she stood inches away from me
“Not to trigger your PTSD but I found something from the day you came back to hell” she muttered, I furrowed my brows at her
“What is it?” I asked, the girl pulled her hands from behind her back
“Your necklace” she whispered
My eyes landed on the golden necklace that rested in the hands on Fawn. The ‘A’ pendant hung from her finger tips, it shone under the dim lights of the room.
And that was my breaking point. The tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down my face.
My eyes drip with tears. My walls, the walls that held me up, made me strong just… collapsed. Moment by moment, they fell. My fist gripped Fawn’s shirt as she pulled me into her chest. Salty drops fell from my chin, drenching her shirt.
Even as I press my hand against her body, it trembled. It was raw, everything, raw tears, raw emotions. I couldn’t stop… I couldn’t stop. Why couldn’t I stop crying?
It is my tears that kept my soul alive in the furnace of this pain. The challenges of Medusa couldn’t extinguish what has been, yet only carry me forward until a time comes when that searing pain is distant enough to forget more than remember, and maybe one day erase itself from my brain. So perhaps it may be an oddity to thank my tears and be proud to cry, yet if that’s what saves me from becoming a monster, a person indifferent to suffering and sorrow, then crying is the smartest thing I can do.
I pulled my messy self away from the girl, she held a shy smile on her face, her eyes searched mine.
“I’m sorry if I caused something-”
“No no, it’s okay. It seems like its normal for me to cry every couple minutes” I chuckled
“I think it’s good that you’re expressing what you feel” the girl smiled
“I think so too… But I just wasn’t ready to see that”
“Why not?”
“Because… It was the final nail in the coffin of reality”
“How come?” she asked
“Because now… It’s real”