Spell casted
I was a librarian, who used her own home as a storage for books on the second floor and a computer room for students on the first floor. Rumors caused people stayed clear of me, only seeking my attention when they’ve run out of luck. In a world of mystical creatures overpowering the population of humans, rumors of my appearance lead to others thinking I was a feline demon of some kind. But I’m not. My skin was pale white with blue undertones, jet black fur, extremely small animal ears sat on my head, my tail longer than the usual tailed being, eyes of yellowish amber with no pupils, my finger tips and toes forever tinted black like gangrene.
This body of mine held secrets within it, I used the rumors to keep others away, others at a safe distance from the air that sat around me, a darkness choking most who dared breathed it in. The darkness soon began to spread further out my body, more than this body could contain. My family began to worry, they started to scheme and marry me off to a stranger who deemed me his long lost love. Something wasn’t right, my family knew something I didn’t.
I was over a century and a half years old, with amnesia for half of it, surely this man wasn’t who he claimed to be. Saying that we were once engaged, how he had lost me to some evil deeds and has been looking for me since he has now changed. He was well built, tall and handsome, his blond hair shined in the sunlight, his eyes switched between mesmerizing shades of blue and green, his ears pointed out his hair. Women all over town desired him, harassed me, and ran me out my own home and job due to our marriage. They even became violent, damaging my body till I had to ask my ‘husband’ to make me a new one.
He was powerful, charming, and caring, always doing what seemed right, and helped me better contain the darkness. I tried to fight it at first but I eventually gave in to the pressure and accepted him as my husband. I revealed my son to him and fell for him even more when he accepted us. We’d pour our affections onto each other and lived happily together. But when my new friends started to look at me with pity when I spoke fondly of him, I sensed they were hiding something just as I sensed something with my family.
It turned out that I was being manipulated, the harassment and torture I went through was orchestrated by him. He wanted me to depend on him, to need him, so me begging him for help with my body was part of his plan. They told me that when I would blackout sometimes when the darkness would overwhelm me, he would physically abuse me. I couldn’t believe what they were saying, my husband was a good man, a good father, he wouldn’t do those things. But when I saw him with my son, on top of a eight story building, pushing my son off with a smile, my heart broke. I was able to save my son, but when I went to confront my husband, I saw the evil within him. He quickly changed the whites of his eyes, that was now black, back to white in my presence.
That was when all my memories rushed back into my head. He kidnapped me, tortured me, raped me, manipulated me, destroyed me, cursed my soul, used me, caused me to have 18 miscarriages. I screamed at the sight of him, but he only sighed and lifted me up by my neck. He criticized me for my betrayal of having a son, saying that I was his and he’d be damned if he had to share my love and affection with a stupid 5 year old. He caressed my cheek as he tightened his grip on my throat, kissing me tenderly as I began to pass out.
I woke up drained, under my grunting husband while he forced pleasure throughout my body, causing my body to crack and tear. I cried for him to stop, struggled against my restrained limbs as my body melted off my bones. The energy between us became heavy and I saw fire seep out my bones and thicken into my true form. My skin formed into a light brown shield, my hair grew out maroon and nails turned to claws as my gangrene fingertips spread to my knuckles. He was draining my energy, my darkness for his own powers.
He mocked my resistance, saying that he loves me, that he has missed me the half century I’ve been separated from him. He laughed as he came in me, leaving me there until he was ready to use me again. Sometimes he would come back to me just to cuddle and kiss my pleading tears, cooing about how just being near me fills him with immense power. He soon revealed that the reason why he had to work so hard for my affections was because it was the most powerful energy that I emit. No one can conceal love, of any kind. It leaks out every pore and there is nothing anyone can do to stop it or hide it.
I cried blood tears. I cried from my torment, I cried from still loving him, for my son. My husband told me that he was unable to kill my baby boy, my friend took him into hiding before he could but he couldn’t care less. He just wanted me for himself. I was broken, my heart went out for my son but my husband still kept me prisoner. Delighted with my broken state he allowed me to be free, knowing that I understood my forever imprisonment. Though my love for my husband still stayed strong, he soon began to understand that my love was only steady.
He realized that I emitted more love when I had my son with us, when I would dream of building a bigger family together. He tried to romance my heart to bleed more than it could, refusing to allow my attention and affection to be shared with anyone else. But I was too broken to see him as my sun and moon ever again. Back then he was my everything, he gave me everything, but now he was only a man I couldn’t stop myself from loving. I hated him for everything that he did to me, so why couldn’t I stop loving him?
Why? Because he cursed my soul to be tied to his when I was a toddler, making us soulmates, making us immortals, making him more powerful. My family knew this, they knew his abusive behavior, they were the ones who took me away from him when I was about to be killed. They removed my memories so that the curse won’t cause me to call out for his love. Forced me into a fake body, so that he won’t be able to sense me. But when my fake body couldn’t contain the darkness that grew within me, they were forced to bring me to him. His curse was poisoning me because of the separation, I needed him to live, but without my son I didn’t want to live.
My husband would go on for days trying to rendezvous me but when I came up pregnant, I only broke more. Now I was poisoning myself, wanting my baby, wanting what I always dreamed of having. If I couldn’t have my baby I would continue to kill myself. Much to my husband’s dismay, the curse affected him too, forcing him to care for me, forcing him to give in. He allowed me to keep it and many others to come. I got my baby boy back and my husband was holding back the happiness that filled him against his will.
My 7 children healed me, they softened my husband and provided him with more energy than he could handle. They loved him with all their hearts, though my first born still held a grudge, he tolerated my husband. My family became the most powerful beings there was, almost god like. But what am I to do when my first born finds some of my husband’s notes detailing the soul bonding curse? How am I to respond after seeing him and his best friend holding hands in a magical circle? Cursing not only himself but her along with it. My husband cheered him on when he heard the news, celebrating it. But what if the poor girl is put through the same torment as I was?
