Introduction
From the moment I can remember, I have always been different. For as long as I can remember, I shied away from the typical life a normal girl would endure as my mother was heavily religious. Any woman or child wearing anything short, showed their shoulders, knees or chest were blasphemy, dirty. Shouting it at them, no matter their age or the care of how other's reacted, if she felt she was right than she was.
My father on the other hand, I never knew him. My mother said he was the embodiment of the devil himself. Defiled her and cursed her for the rest of her life and she didn't know why it had to be her.
Everyone in our small village thought we were freaks, abnormal, outcasts. Going to school was hard, children would whisper and point, laugh at my clothes. We moved from village to village over the years, trying to escape the rumors. No matter where we went, it followed us.
As I grew into a woman, my mother became paranoid and angry with me. Punished me for growing into my body. Whips, stoning, locked in the barn all night in the cold, whatever she could do to break me down, she did it. I figured it was just her way of teaching me or maybe the way she showed her affection of motherly love in the most cruel way possible.
When I had my 18th birthday, something changed inside me. I felt a surge of energy run through me, like a lightening bolt struck me while I was asleep. Earlier in the day, word had gotten to my mother that I was flirting with a man, close to my age. My mother's actions to my birthday were worse than usual. I eventually had enough of her cruel words, her punishments.
Suddenly, she collapsed to the old wooden cracked flooring beneath her. I was shocked of course, I had no idea what had happened, until I tried to console her and I saw the blood on my hands, her blood. Little did I know, I was the one who killed her. I snapped and had pushed my entire hand and arm through her heart when all I wanted to do was hold her.
Then I started to notice, this wasn't normal. A human being would never be able to kill another with their bare hands like that. Turns out, my father was the devil himself and I am his daughter, I am a demon and they call me a succubus.
I killed the entire village, men, women, children. It was exhilarating, I had never felt so free and powerful. I ate their flesh, I drank their blood and left the bones for others to guess what had happened. I fled and I've been on this planet, my planet, Ophus, for over 2,000 years. I've met some humans who have respected me and my race for hundreds of years.
I have a friend, Gunner, who has been by my side for 21 years. He saved me from a mutated animal that had lost its control. He was only 11 year's old and I felt for him when I realized that he was all alone, fending for himself. Also noticing the white color of his hair, I knew he was a half-breed which are incredibly rare. He fights with me and his loyalty is never forgotten.
There is a war on Ophus between Demons and Humans, thousands are dying by the hands of each other and I am bound to stop it at all costs.
My name is Faera and this is my story...
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Thank you for choosing to read my book! I hope you enjoy it and I am open to suggestions and advice! A like and share comes a long way for a solo writer as myself. I would be greatly appreciative for your support❤️
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