Post by sassy on Feb 6, 2013 23:00:33 GMT
"We're not broken, just bent and we can learn to love again"
SERAPHINA GENESIS VALERIOUS
sera/phin. six-hundred twenty six. female. heterosexual. fallen angel. neutral/light. teresa palmer. sissy.
SERAPHINA GENESIS VALERIOUS
sera/phin. six-hundred twenty six. female. heterosexual. fallen angel. neutral/light. teresa palmer. sissy.
The life and times of Seraphina Genesis Valerious, sounds exciting don't it? I suppose to some it might but to me it's just my life and not a very good one at that. Ain't complaining cause I don't see the point in that but it is what it is. Suppose I might as well start at the beginning, best place to start ain't it?
Right, well first off I was born a very long time ago. About six hundred years ago give or take a few decades. How am I still alive? Simple, I'm not. Well, technically I am but not... It's complicated. Hm... Maybe this is going to be harder than I thought this would be. Lemme try and just give some history before explaining the complicated bit.
I was born six hundred and twenty-six years ago in Russia. I am..well was a twin and the last to be born and back then medicine was nowhere near as good as it is now as I'm sure you know. With my first breath my mother breathed her last. Imagine that, a fuck up at birth, definitely set the tone for how my life would turn out. Oddly enough I was the stronger twin despite being born second. My twin brother Topher was sickly and weaker and thus I took it upon myself to become a protector of sorts towards him.
Our father never got over our mother's death and made no effort to hide the fact that he blamed us. Well me anyway, he seemed drawn to protect Topher just as I was. He kept his distance from me though, perhaps he saw even back then that there was something about me. He thought me to be a curse and who knows, maybe he was right in his own misguided way.
My life wasn't all that difficult as I grew up alongside my brother. Even back then I kept to myself and I was happy on my own. All I needed in life was my brother. Neither of us were aware of the supernatural until it visited us one eve.
A vampire had found it's way into our home and killed our father before either of us could do anything. Maybe I should have tried, I was twenty at that time and thus should have been strong enough to fight back but maybe I wanted him to die. Maybe I felt some satisfaction in seeing him gasp his last breath. It wasn't until that moment that I had realized just how much I had grown to hate him for him blaming me for something I had no control over. I never would have risen a hand against him but I hadn't risen a hand to help him either.
If the attack had ended with her father's death maybe I wouldn't be around now but the vampire still hungered and he turned his sights on my brother. Now that was not going to happen. No one ever hurt my brother. I fought against the vampire while Topher ran for it and needless to say, I did not survive. I'm sure somewhere in hell my father was laughing at the fact that I had died in a similar fashion to him.
It should have ended there, lying dying in a pool of my own blood and tears but it didn't. Somehow I was made into a guardian angel for my brother. Imagine that. Hard angry Seraphina becoming an angel. God definitely had a sense of humour, how else would you explain that twist of fate? I was allowed to protect Topher which was all that mattered to me, I didn't care about the whole holy shiz. Wasn't really my thing back then now that I think about it which leads to the next chapter in my life.
My fall. Yes, I am a fallen angel. It was not long after my brother's death that I grew bored with the duties of a guardian angel. It passed onto his sons and daughters, my nephews and nieces that I did love but with Topher gone I felt lost. It was not in me to be a watcher. I couldn't do that and not only that but I wanted to find the vampire responsible for my death.
The cause of my disobedience wasn't mortal love as others, it was simply my inability to follow orders and thus I was banished from Heaven by the Big Man himself. Do I miss it? There are times but the centuries back amongst mortals has made me realize how much of a danger supernatural creatures can be. Of course I'm biased against vampires, not easy liking them after you get killed by one I'll tell you what.
Did I ever find the vampire that killed me? No. It's been centuries so maybe they are dead or just good at hiding. I ain't powerless ya know. I still got power, stronger and faster than a normal human and damn near impossible to kill which is nice when you do what I do. I chose to become a hunter despite technically being a supernatural creature myself but shhh, most hunters don't know about that little secret and I'd like to keep it that way.
Life as a hunter is actually pretty sweet, keeps my mind off feeling so damn lost and hollow. Yeah, I still feel lost since I fell though the loss of purpose came before I fell. I don't really know what I'm doing in this life, all I care about is what I do because it's something ain't it? No, I ain't trying to get back in the Big Man's good graces cause I don't see that ever happening. I'm doing what I feel I should, kill evil creatures before they kill. Makes me good don't it? You'd think but not everyone sees it that way.
I do what is necessary to get a kill. Yes, that sometimes means setting traps that involve live bait whether they are aware or not. It's unfair at times and there have been times people have died because of my methods but it's a rarity that I've ever not finished a hunt. I'm tenacious and determined, I do what is needed and damn the consequences. If that makes me evil than I guess it does.
The war has come between the light and dark side but as for where I am... I am in between. Not out of cowardice but rather because I can't be assed to choose sides. If I have to then I suppose light but it's hardly a choice. I ain't evil but I can't be considered good either. I just am and always will be until one of my angelic brethren decide I need to die and end my existence. Until then... who knows.
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His eyes were wide, betrayal beset in his vivid green eyes, his blood covering her hands as she stood in shock. Jade had done it. The guilt remained with her all these years since that night when she had taken her father's life. It had been a horrible accident but she couldn't forgive herself nor had she been able to fess up to Topher that it had been at her hand that their father had fallen and not the vampires like she had told him. How could she tell him? She couldn't... Sleep came so rarely for the young woman, considering the conditions in which she was kept, that was not a surprise. Six years of this whole slave bullshit, you'd think Jade would be used to it by now but she wasn't and probably never would get used to it. Gods, she hoped not. Getting used to it would mean that in one way or another she had given up and there was no way in hell she was ever going to give up on being free from the tyranny of the vampires.
Her darling Topher... She had to wonder what had happened to her brother since she had been caught. Was he still alive? She hoped so, more than anything she hoped he was safe and out of the hands of the vampires. Laying on the cold floor that offered her nothing but discomfort and bruises, the slave turned on her side in a vain bid to get comfortable. She had no idea what time it was. Hell, being here in the mansion, she lost track of days. She didn't know if it was Saturday or Thursday and she couldn't tell just how long she had even been there. It was frustrating to say the least but at least it had been a few days since she had seen the cruel face of her 'master' Drake. Jade refused to acknowledge him as such, refused to bow down to the vampire and he seemed to find it amusing. He had quite a reputation for his cruelty and she had experienced a lot of it firsthand but that didn't mean she would break. Not a fucking chance!
The sound of footsteps caused Jade to sit up from where she lay. Speak of the devil... Jade's dark eyes narrowed as the door to her cage was opened. Not quite what she thought, it wasn't the devil but rather one of his little pets. A young man that she hadn't cared to learn to know stepped inside. Eager to please. That was simple to see as he reached down to help her stand. "Get the fuck away from me." She snapped, pulling her arm away from him. "I can get up myself." Jade hated to be manhandled, especially by a freakin pawn like this guy. He took a step back, knowing Jade's reputation for being violent and allowed her to get to her feet. Not like she could run, she was weak and exhausted at the moment. The pet didn't need to tell her where she needed to go or who wanted her, it was obvious. Walking past the pest, Jade walked with her head held high, trying to appear strong when inside she felt so damn weak.
It was true, Drake inspire fear in those he worked with and Jade was no different. She feared his torture techniques but she didn't let it show on her face or in her body language as she strode into the main room where Drake was waiting for her. No chains, no ropes...yet. Jade wanted nothing more than to walk over and punch Drake in the face repeatedly until it stopped being funny before decapitating him but that was not a likely scenario at the moment. Her body was already tense at what he might choose to do with her that night. It depended on his mood really. That and how defiant she chose to be as well. "Couldn't come and get me yourself? Someone is getting lazy in their old age." She commented. Tired or not, nothing held back her sharp tongue and antagonistic nature.
Her darling Topher... She had to wonder what had happened to her brother since she had been caught. Was he still alive? She hoped so, more than anything she hoped he was safe and out of the hands of the vampires. Laying on the cold floor that offered her nothing but discomfort and bruises, the slave turned on her side in a vain bid to get comfortable. She had no idea what time it was. Hell, being here in the mansion, she lost track of days. She didn't know if it was Saturday or Thursday and she couldn't tell just how long she had even been there. It was frustrating to say the least but at least it had been a few days since she had seen the cruel face of her 'master' Drake. Jade refused to acknowledge him as such, refused to bow down to the vampire and he seemed to find it amusing. He had quite a reputation for his cruelty and she had experienced a lot of it firsthand but that didn't mean she would break. Not a fucking chance!
The sound of footsteps caused Jade to sit up from where she lay. Speak of the devil... Jade's dark eyes narrowed as the door to her cage was opened. Not quite what she thought, it wasn't the devil but rather one of his little pets. A young man that she hadn't cared to learn to know stepped inside. Eager to please. That was simple to see as he reached down to help her stand. "Get the fuck away from me." She snapped, pulling her arm away from him. "I can get up myself." Jade hated to be manhandled, especially by a freakin pawn like this guy. He took a step back, knowing Jade's reputation for being violent and allowed her to get to her feet. Not like she could run, she was weak and exhausted at the moment. The pet didn't need to tell her where she needed to go or who wanted her, it was obvious. Walking past the pest, Jade walked with her head held high, trying to appear strong when inside she felt so damn weak.
It was true, Drake inspire fear in those he worked with and Jade was no different. She feared his torture techniques but she didn't let it show on her face or in her body language as she strode into the main room where Drake was waiting for her. No chains, no ropes...yet. Jade wanted nothing more than to walk over and punch Drake in the face repeatedly until it stopped being funny before decapitating him but that was not a likely scenario at the moment. Her body was already tense at what he might choose to do with her that night. It depended on his mood really. That and how defiant she chose to be as well. "Couldn't come and get me yourself? Someone is getting lazy in their old age." She commented. Tired or not, nothing held back her sharp tongue and antagonistic nature.
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