Hells Royalty The Princess
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"Ok, I won't I will leave it on there for now. I will promise you that when the time comes that I can help to free you and your daughter, it will be my number one priority and I will stop at nothing to help free the both of you from the clutches of Aaron and Affinia." I promised her and then made an oath to myself that I would do all in my power to help them.
She only smiled and wiped the tears from her cheeks, "I should go now before anyone really notices that I am not in my room. Take care sweet Katilyn and remember to hold on to the good and you will be just fine." She touched my cheek and then she was gone into thin air.
I took a breath and realized that it was shaky with choking tears. I was crying and upset. This woman was being tortured and her daughter was being threatened and it was all so Affinia and Aaron could have their way. Well I was done with people being hurt because of me, no more casualties of war. It was time to take back myself and become the person I was meant to be.
I sat down on the ground and slowly chanted to myself, telling myself to accept the truth become one with the person that I really am.
"I am a witch; I am the daughter of Jacklyn and Lucifer. I have demon blood in my veins, but I am not evil. I am good and decent and I seek to only help others. I am the daughter of the king of Hell and I do not do his bidding, I do my own. I will accept the dark powers that I was born with but I will not succumb to them, I will own the powers they will not own me. I can accept the powers without taking away my humanity and losing all that I am. I will be a better person, a stronger hunter, and a more powerful witch than anyone has ever seen without losing sight of the good that I am needed for." I kept repeating to myself over and over again till I finally started accepting what I was saying and coming to terms with whom I really am.
To think that Grayson had been right about this all along, boy was I not ever going to tell him that. He can just stay curious as to how I figured it out; I would not be giving him the pleasure of knowing that he was right.
The more I came to terms with what I was saying the stronger the connection to that side of me I felt. I could feel my powers changing and things that had obviously been bottled up this whole time felt like they were being poured throughout my body. I felt like I was on overload and I couldn't handle that much energy in my body without needing to route some of the energy to a different source. My body was both on fire and being doused in ice at the same time. Geez, I hope that it doesn't always feel like this, otherwise I will not be using any of the dark powers that I have. Just when I was feeling like I was about to explode from the buildup of pressure it all disappeared and I felt at peace. I didn't feel more evil than before, yes I felt a new source of power in me, but I didn't feel like it was a bad thing. I think that I would be able to do this; keep both powers in check and stay the same in my mind, even if I couldn't stay the same magically.
I would have to try some new powers, but didn't have any time to really test drive these new abilities and see what I was capable of. I would have to wing it and just do what I suspected that I should do. It's like she said, I was the daughter of a witch and Lucifer and I could do anything.
I grabbed my bag and stood in the center of the room. I was going to have to figure out how to transport myself back to my room at my house. I doubted there was a spell for this kind of stuff, more like you think it and it happens sort of power.
I thought of what my bedroom looked like. The blue and red quilt that covered my bed, the candles all over and the lace curtains that hung in front of my wall of windows. The room was catered for me, I had created a space that was all mine and would regenerate my powers. I thought directly about my bed and how it felt to lie on it, the softness of the quilt and the fluffiness of the pillows.
As I thought about all of this I started to feel different in my body, at first it heated up and when I thought I was going to burst into flames, I was dunked in a tub of ice. That was the dark powers kicking it I supposed. As my body adjusted itself to the temperature, I realized that I was no longer standing. I was indeed lying down and staring up at a ceiling. I had to blink my eyes a few times for them to adjust, even then it was still blurry and I had a hard time hearing anything, because there was a loud ringing in my ears. I sat up to find myself sitting in my bed staring at the window wall which just so happened to have Grayson Marx sitting right in front of it.
Well damn, the one person I was not ready to see yet.
"What the hell were you thinking?" He asked me in a tone that said he was all kinds of pissed off at me.
Epilogue
Time ceases to exist when you have no clue what time of day it is, or month, or season. When a witch loses touch with the earth she loses her sense of belonging and I couldn't even tell you how long ago I lost mine.
I have been in this steel prison cell for I don't even know how long, a year maybe. When my magic was finally drained and I couldn't replenish it with the earth I lost all sense of time and reason. I had tried desperately to use any form of magic, even my demon power's to get out of it, but it was no use. Whoever had captured me knew how to block my abilities and they also knew that I would not be able to use magic once I exhausted all my energy. I was pretty sure I was in Hell, but if I was why hadn't Damien come for me yet?
I only stayed sane in here because of my memories, they kept me from losing what little bit of myself that I had left. I held on to the last time I was with Grayson and my friends. They were like my family now and without them I was lost. We had just won a battle and we were ecstatic, our faith in one another restored at last. The wolves and Jace were cooking a celebratory dinner while I went upstairs to clean the blood and goo off me. I was thrilled, we had one yet another battle, we were stronger as a team now and so far we were keeping away from Damien till he was really ready for me. Nothing could have been better and we all knew it. I had just gotten dressed and walked out of the bathroom to find Grayson on my bed. He smiled at me and I smiled back.
"You know you were amazing out there, I've never seen you more beautiful." Grayson was talking to me but looking at the floor.
"Gray really you don't..." I started but he cut me off.
"Kat I know I don't have to but something tells me I had better tell you how I feel before I don't have a chance to. Katilyn Wesson, I love you. I have since the day that I met you. I know I was a stubborn ass and didn't give us a chance, but I want to now. I love you and I don't ever want to know what it's like living without you again."
But before I could answer him a black mist swirled around me and suffocated me, the next thing I know I woke up in this cell. I am living each day with that memory and the hope that I will see him again so I can tell him that I love him too and that I want nothing more than to give us a chance.