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It is a universal truth that children always end up paying for their parent’s mistakes, and it can extend for generations and generations if it’s not stopped in time. But what can a ten years old do, when there is person after person congratulating him for the tragedy? When at his age he has to be the face of a family who’s cursed for life.
Fredrik’s father was a Lord, a man with a high place in society but a low and selfish soul. He did what he needed: married a woman with a good reputation and an even better dowry, got an heir and gave her wife a daughter, went to functions and balls and make sure to fill his chair in the Parliament. And, like what he considered every good men in his position should do, spend his nights at clubs gambling and drinking his money away.
At first it was small amounts of money, enough for him to be able to continue with that lifestyle at the same time he provided his family with the best staff he could found. But then suddenly there where men at the door taking furniture away, the staff started to leave, there were no more fancy dresses and no more tailored clothes. People where starting to whisper, Frederik’s mother started to waist away, and his father grew more desperate by the minute.
Desperate people almost never take the right path.
And then one day there she was, the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, promising him all the money and commodities he needed for one small price: his soul to feed upon. He said yes, because he thought himself smart enough to deflect the deal at the end. The woman gave him what he wanted, solve his problems and fed his ARCAS*** until they were ready to burst. Sooner than he expected, thought, she was knocking on his door, asking to seal the deal. He freak out, begged, and finally came with a solution: his children’s souls instead of his; after all, they had just started to live, they were really not missing much.
She was not a demon, she was not the devil, someone stupid enough could had mistaken her for an angel. In reality, this was a desperate fae, one with enough hunger to accept the deal. Two children’s souls, pure and untamed instead of a molted and rotting one? It was the bargain of a lifetime. But she was mean, evil, so she shook his hand and laugh away, because if he was not giving her his soul then he would not live enough to enjoy his new found richness.
Time passed and the fae watch them grow, making sure to make them so unhappy by the time she took their lives their souls would be anything but white. She let them know, as often as she could, what had happened and what would come to be. How she would one day suck their souls away and leave their caskets to be buried under piles of earth. And so Frederick searched high and low for a way to save themselves, because he was too young and too proud to pay for his father’s mistakes. There are ways to kill Faes, terrible ones that entail names and processions and acts so low and miserable that create nightmares that never leave. So for once, Lavinia took charge: a young girl no more than thirteen, with a voluble hand and a fear to die. She lied to her brother, made him believe she had the clue, an easier way to save them both.
He agreed, and had been paying for that ever since. Sometimes he believes that having left the Fae take their souls would have been less painful, less devastating. She ripped their souls into two and enclosed them in a dainty little chain, a mockery of what their lives could have been and what they were now forced to endure. The Fae went mad, if she couldn’t had their souls then she wanted nothing. But she took their mother as revenge.
If Lavinia was erratic before, after their souls where ripped she became outride unpredictable. She would cry and scream and then she simply wouldn’t talk. Didn’t heed to reason and in times turned into a danger for everyone around her. Frederick tried to do everything in his power to break the self-imposed curse, to die, to take that dainty chain and break it open.
And yet nothing worked, and at some point, he simply stopped trying.
Fredrik’s father was a Lord, a man with a high place in society but a low and selfish soul. He did what he needed: married a woman with a good reputation and an even better dowry, got an heir and gave her wife a daughter, went to functions and balls and make sure to fill his chair in the Parliament. And, like what he considered every good men in his position should do, spend his nights at clubs gambling and drinking his money away.
At first it was small amounts of money, enough for him to be able to continue with that lifestyle at the same time he provided his family with the best staff he could found. But then suddenly there where men at the door taking furniture away, the staff started to leave, there were no more fancy dresses and no more tailored clothes. People where starting to whisper, Frederik’s mother started to waist away, and his father grew more desperate by the minute.
Desperate people almost never take the right path.
And then one day there she was, the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, promising him all the money and commodities he needed for one small price: his soul to feed upon. He said yes, because he thought himself smart enough to deflect the deal at the end. The woman gave him what he wanted, solve his problems and fed his ARCAS*** until they were ready to burst. Sooner than he expected, thought, she was knocking on his door, asking to seal the deal. He freak out, begged, and finally came with a solution: his children’s souls instead of his; after all, they had just started to live, they were really not missing much.
She was not a demon, she was not the devil, someone stupid enough could had mistaken her for an angel. In reality, this was a desperate fae, one with enough hunger to accept the deal. Two children’s souls, pure and untamed instead of a molted and rotting one? It was the bargain of a lifetime. But she was mean, evil, so she shook his hand and laugh away, because if he was not giving her his soul then he would not live enough to enjoy his new found richness.
Time passed and the fae watch them grow, making sure to make them so unhappy by the time she took their lives their souls would be anything but white. She let them know, as often as she could, what had happened and what would come to be. How she would one day suck their souls away and leave their caskets to be buried under piles of earth. And so Frederick searched high and low for a way to save themselves, because he was too young and too proud to pay for his father’s mistakes. There are ways to kill Faes, terrible ones that entail names and processions and acts so low and miserable that create nightmares that never leave. So for once, Lavinia took charge: a young girl no more than thirteen, with a voluble hand and a fear to die. She lied to her brother, made him believe she had the clue, an easier way to save them both.
He agreed, and had been paying for that ever since. Sometimes he believes that having left the Fae take their souls would have been less painful, less devastating. She ripped their souls into two and enclosed them in a dainty little chain, a mockery of what their lives could have been and what they were now forced to endure. The Fae went mad, if she couldn’t had their souls then she wanted nothing. But she took their mother as revenge.
If Lavinia was erratic before, after their souls where ripped she became outride unpredictable. She would cry and scream and then she simply wouldn’t talk. Didn’t heed to reason and in times turned into a danger for everyone around her. Frederick tried to do everything in his power to break the self-imposed curse, to die, to take that dainty chain and break it open.
And yet nothing worked, and at some point, he simply stopped trying.
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