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Life used to be easy in the small, closed off, sad little village that you called home. You played a small role in the community, nothing more than a humble village girl.
You played your part, the same part you played every day, for the last 20 years, since you were 12; you helped your mom prepare meals and clean the house, and your parents raised you to go to church every day and devote yourself to Mother Miranda in hopes she will choose you to serve her. You knew a few of the people who Mother Miranda chose to take back to her castle, everyone was always envious of what they didn’t know was an unfortunate hell. You prayed every morning and every night that Mother Miranda would choose you and well, one faithful Sunday morning, she did choose you for what she would call a “grand experience.” An experience that altered your life forever.
Mother Miranda lured you to her castle like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. You poor naive little thing, you didn’t realize the trap you were walking into; you felt lucky and nervous and excited. The promise of a holy opportunity offered to so few of the village, everyone envied you. What you did not anticipate was to be strapped down onto an operating table and force fed what Mother Miranda called a broken star and something odd and unrecognizable that tasted of mold; they scorched your throat, you felt like you were on fire from the inside as black spots clouded your vision, screaming in pain until you passed out.
When you woke up again you panicked as your hair burst into flames, your skin looked orange and yellow as if you were made of fire. It didn’t hurt anymore, yet a scream bursted from within you. When Mother Miranda finally came to see you, she marveled at what she created. Whatever she mixed together, “moldy” stars or not, it had turned you into a human flame as you burned everything that you touched. This was only the beginning to what was bound to happen to you.
————————The Present———————
Walking barefoot in the snow might’ve killed anybody except yourself. Even in your human form the cold never seemed to bother you. What bothered you was arriving in an underground broken castle and listening to Heisenberg and Lady Dimitrescu fight like children while you stood in shackles, waiting for Mother Miranda to ship you off to your new home with one of the lords. You tried to avoid eye contact with Moreau as he stared at you, mouth agape, drooling, like a child staring at candy through a shop window while their mother tugs at their sleeve.
Beneviento has been awfully quiet, well her little doll runs rapidly around you. Mother Miranda finally cuts in through Heisenberg's childish speech about how Lady Dimitrescu is a bitch.
“If you’re done fighting, we have matters to discuss.” Heisenberg was in fact—not done fighting, however Mother Miranda’s firm tone was enough to get him to quiet down for once.
what a fucking prick. I'd rather be struck down by Mother Miranda than serve his whiny ass. the only thing Mother Miranda hadn’t taken from you was freedom in your own mind.
“Today's meeting is to discuss who shall claim this—failed project—we’ll call a servant.”
Mother Miranda spoke, dehumanizing you as much as possible. It didn’t stick anymore. None of it hurts you anymore. After being poked and prodded at mentally and physically for so long you decided burying it deep down was better than punishment.
“Your “failed project” just looks like a boring old human. What's so special about this one?”
Heisenberg retorted. By now your ears were ringing as you zoned out at the spot on the floor in front of you, Beneviento’s doll sometimes popping into your vision and giggling to herself, whatever they were talking about you couldn’t hear, your mind was spiraling down down down as you thought about your life before all of this.
“Y/N.”
You peered upwards to see Mother Miranda staring deep into your soul, like she was trying to read your thoughts.
“humor us a little.”
you scoffed, there was no doubt about it that Mother Miranda was extremely proud of the abilities she cursed you with, but she will never say those direct words to your face; you’ve been known to act out mainly for your many attempted escapes, from the castle and sometimes even from life. Not to mention the countless people you’ve attacked while trying to escape, even one person you once recognized before you bashed their head in; which Mother Miranda had struck you brutally as punishment. Her punishments were always so…severe. Yet that will never stop Mother Miranda from parading you around like a beaten down dog on display.
You give the people what they’re waiting for and burst into flames, your body turning into an orange and yellow hue, your hair, once cut short to your ears, now looks long as it flows above your head in a flame, your once (E/C) eyes now glowing bright, almost hollow looking.
“Ta-da.” Is all you manage to say, attempting jazz hands while still in your handcuffs. This meeting is going to make me blow my brains out.
“Impressive.” Lady Dimitrescu says, taking a long drag from her cigarette. On the opposite side of her you notice how Heisenberg is staring you down, you can feel it past those funky shades he’s always wearing; staring at you intensely as if intrigued by what powers you could possess and how he can manipulate them. Moreau claps and giggles in joy at which Heisenberg barks at him to shut up.
“Can we just get this over with already?” you say without thinking, forgetting that you are talking to Mother Miranda and the 4 Lords. Your face flushes realizing what you said but you don’t back down; talking in that tone was considered highly unacceptable yet Heisenberg gets a bit of a kick out of your blatant disrespect towards Mother Miranda.
“I concur. Mother Miranda, you must give her to me, she would make great use for my daughters.” Lady Dimitrescu stood up at full height, looking a lot more intimidating than she did before, probably trying to size up Heisenberg in their never ending pissing contest.
“Really? and what would you need with a pitiful girl that can turn into a human fireball?” Heisenberg chimed in, standing up as well to square up the giant-supersized-bitch-vampire woman that is his sister. You bit your lip at the mention of being pitiful.
“I deserve an assistant! give her to me! give her to me!” Moreau cried out.
“Shut your fucking hole!”
“Oh please you never needed anybody’s help before. Why change your mind so suddenly?”
“She would be of more use in a factory rather than a castle.”
Heisenberg and Dimitrescu’s childish bickering was starting to annoy you again, as much as you tried to ignore it. Mother Miranda also seemed to have enough as she finally chimed in, “I must say, Heisenberg is correct, the girl's life would be of more use at the factory.” she turned to face Heisenberg, “she is yours to do with as you see fit.” and that was that. Mother Miranda turned to leave while Lady Dimitrescu followed in protest. Beneviento, as quiet as ever, gave you a polite nod as she walked by, her cute but creepy doll getting one last giggle at your situation before following behind Beneviento. You didn’t even see Moreau leave but after all you didn’t really care either. Heisenberg made his way up to you, looking you up and down.
“Quiet much?” He says, puffing his cigar.
“You talk a lot for somebody who never has anything good to say.” You held your cuffs up, signaling him to unlock them; Heisenberg chuckles to himself before unlocking your chains without a single movement.
“Keep up. If you need to rest then find your own way back to the factory.”
and with that you followed him back to your new home and what you considered to be the beginning of another chapter in your miserable life.