𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓘𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓷 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝓲𝓼 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓮

hׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅtׁׅϐׁׅ֒ꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻɑׁׅ֮ƙׁׅ֑꯱ׁׅ֒

I run wherever the hell her screams are coming from.

It feels like the experiments all again, this fear ...

"ZAINA! ZAINA WHERE ARE -" I choke on my words seeing her so broken. She's screaming and crying as if trying to numb the pain,a sense of deja vu settles in my mind .Just like how I used to.

Shaking the thought I gently approach her, slowly,easily. Crouching to her level.

"Zaina?"

Her bloodshot eyes stare through mine. A painful feeling settles in my heart. It feels like my heart is being ripped.

I caress her face feeling her hot tears on my human hands.

There is so much hurt behind those beautiful eyes . Betrayal, confusion and anguish an all too familiar feeling.

"Ran..dad he-" she starts gasping for breath, dammit not now!

I don't know what overcame me but I hugged her. I awkwardly pat her back. Her face is on my shoulder. It feels weird.She takes a deep breath.

"That's right deep breaths. I'm here,it's okay." The words feel foreign leaving my lips. When have I ever said this? Why am I - right it's not the time to think about it.

Shakily she breaks away from my embrace making me feel oddly cold.She felt warm.

"My dad is a murderer.He..did something to my memories and he's also not human..."

A Silence settles between us. The heaviness of the words start to dawn upon us.The atmosphere feels chilly.

Okay I can't hold it back anymore, I have to tell her. She deserves it.

Taking her hand in mine. I say

"Zaina when I formed a contract with you I noticed that many of your memories had been sealed by a witch's magic. Not just that.. even your entire life up to this point has been fabricated.. your entire life has been a lie,an illusion."

I close my eyes. She hates me know. I shouldn't have -

"Thank you Ran." Three simple words were enough to leave me stunned. Opening my eyes I feel my breath hitch seeing her serene smile.

"Thank you for being honest with me."

"But aren't you angry that I -" she cuts na off placing her warm finger on my lips. It feels like the touch of a butterfly.Like a butterfly that sits on a flower and flies away.

"No I'm not, how can I be angry at the only person who is honest to me? The ones I'm angry at are those who kept lying to me."

She says with an expression I can't decipher. It seems gloomy yet accepting.

She looks so sad.

I want to make her happy.

I get up and pick her bridal style, this time she didn't squeak.Just looks at me curiously

"Enough with the sappy crap let's get the hell out here. Hmm getting the hell out of hell ,nice pun isn't it?"

She cringes at my horrible pun but smiles a little.Making me laugh.

"You are a dork."

"Why thank you " I cheekily say seeing her sigh disappointed. Drama queen.

"GET AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER AND PUT HER DOWN RIGHT NOW!" Oh fuck.

Gulping in fear I turn around. I can feel her trembling in my arms. No Ran you have to be strong, strong for her.

I hide the fear in my eyes as deranged Viraj stalks towards us.His entire body is drenched with blood and his bloody sword shines in the darkness.