Pain is a luxury

Finally!!!

I get to tell my story, last year March was quite a month for me, a lot happened, to me and my beautiful but dysfunctional family.

As y’all know I was reclaimed by Aunt Anna Dantel and her beautiful girlfriend miss Racheal Tun. After the death of my parents, child protection services handed me over to her and since then I’ve been their beautiful burden.

It is now fifteen years after I became their problem and my aunt was rather consigned about my looks than the fact that I’m getting ripped out of the life I just got, I finally fit-in with the rest of the girls and she was bothered about my eye color.

Waking up with a different color of eyes from what you slept in is serious but looking skinnier than ever In the most scandalous way humanly possible was an elite feeling, my revelation was far beyond my comprehension and I figured something is changing.

Aunt Anne walked into my room looking lost that morning, I could tell she was worried, for someone who barely works and settles all our financial issues, worrying should not be on her to-do list.

She sat down beside me and felt the warmth of my skin, which apparently glows. You’re finally our daughter, she exclaimed.

Your initiation process will start later at night but as for now I want you to cancel all your plans and endeavor to stay in all day, the whole coven will be here in time for the process, do well to assist as to hasten the preparations.

‘Aunty what’s going on? I asked or rather, demanded;

I was quite confused to differentiate between those two disturbing tones but my message was relayed, her cold eyes wandered in my now blue eyes and immediately I understood.

I got my blood, I know my bloodline, I saw my family tree and most importantly I felt the powers I could posses surging through my veins, in complete ecstasy I asked; Aunty, why didn’t you tell me? I could handle being an orphan or getting picked from the woods but this piece of information is far too vital to keep.

Aunty Anne was always graceful and confident, you will never mistake her for some secret mastermind but there was some twist to her, she was far too refined for someone who lives and lead a middle class life.

“I couldn't afford to tell you”, her reply was rather subtle than her normal tone, I swallowed the gulp of saliva down my oesophagus because I was quite dehydrated from worrying and handling my anxiety.

Later that evening everything was set, it was more of an in-house baptism, we had candles, scented herbs and above all our dinner table was set in the most eloquent way possible, this wasn’t the initiation ceremony I saw on tv or what the church made me believe.

This is the most elite social event I’ve attended this year, I said smiling even tho I was scared of the outcome of this initiation and how it will completely alter me.

There were a lot of thoughts; I was thinking about the inaccuracy of the movies I fervently consumed, the tales I heard about witches and the supreme craft.

I also wondered if I will be ordered to permanently leave school and now live in the dark and dusty shadows basking in infinite poverty and penury.

Look they are here!!!!

Aunty Anna exclaimed, the first visitor was quite overdressed in my opinion, she was slim, tall and above all extremely feminine, her grace was unmatched and her date was similar but with an ankle tattoo, I sat at the host table as everyone joined me.

My expectations got crumbled as this was the most civil dinner I could ever recall, it was just eating, passing of meals and short conversations about work and recent developments, they spoke lightly about politics while I sat there trying to maintain my grace and balance.

Dinner was quite delicious, a random man spoke, in the midst of his unorthodox appeal I tried not to smile as he was extremely handsome, I was told to step out and the initiation process began, they seem to know more of me than I do myself, they communicated without speaking and within a certain time frame I could tell what they were saying-

The cold wind engulfed me and the stinging sensation took over my body, I felt intoxicated, empty and for some time it felt like I was drowning. I cried and I said a name-

I said his name;

Leah!!!

The other couple of times I didn’t just say the name but I cried out.

I felt suffocated and it seemed like saying the name was my only way out, I couldn’t breathe but each time I chant the name I felt free, not just from suffocation but from my actual body.

The audience increased and the chanting became rather disorganized, I could even keep track of the graphic, the water, the wind, the fire, the storm, the thunder and even the blood, it was quite intriguing that I didn’t run mad because of all I saw.

And then I saw Leah, it was quite beautiful.....I really don’t know why I would ever find a serpent attractive, the dark spots glows and I suddenly felt the urge to save it, I did save it and in a twist of time we crossed over.

This whole experience was later explained by Aunt Anna but the innate understanding which could not be linked to a memory was a little bit scarier than this whole initiation, after crossing over it became a naked man.

Woahhh!!!!

We have a naked man in my home, no one is freaked by this-

An elder came close, “this is your familiar” the middle age Jessica Pearson wannabe said.

Leah seemed quite intelligent, he was eloquent and graceful as the other familiars there present, he was darker than everyone and bore a prestigious scar, his beauty was subtle but alluring. His movements calculated and his eye contact drowsy, everyone said he plays mind games just by staring and his persuasion skill is ranked elite.

The initiation process was concluded and I was to get my powers, Leah standing by my side and In that moment I didn’t know what getting my powers would look like nor feel like, it started; it was intrusive, forceful but if I could explain better it was like linking my subconscious mind with that of Leah, I felt a feeling I have never felt before.

It seemed like I was made of winds, I was also told something about being a spell caster and a mind shaper, I was told to join the young witches and I was quite shocked by how many of these girls slept with their familiar’s, I knew this without them telling me, I saw everything, I felt every thing and it seems like I could alter those memories.

We exchanged contacts and before you know it Leah was like a brother, we walked together and understood one another within meeting for the pace of just a hour.

We smiled and he completed each inside joke I made, I felt so connected to life in those moments than I’ve ever been in my life, I met this warlock and I could swear he was not human or even a familiar, his eyes glitters in the dark and he could shape shift.

The party came to an end and the visitors were already leaving but I was changed completely, not just by the initiation but also by the information I subconsciously accumulated using my powers, I know a lot of spells and now a lot of secrets.

Leah was given a room as he slept coiled and glowing in the dark, I spent the night reviewing a lot of memories and crafting the souls of the damned, for the first time I heard his voice in my head, it was erotic and innocent, he has this feminine touch, he was a snake true and true.

He said; we are now one, so how are you feeling about that?

I couldn’t lie because he could also hear my thoughts and feel my pain,

he continued; how are we going to school? Do we have to go together?

I asked, we both decided to go together and his cover up was that we are distant cousins.

We both slept, absorbing random memories and thoughts, recreating secrets and automating pain. What is power if you can’t make it ultimately beautiful?