Feasting Off My Blood

Born into a family of optimism and hope. I gaze into my mother's eyes, as she cradles me with two hands closely to her face. Her eyes stares into mines deeply, her nose breathing in the new smell of birth from her off of my body. The smile on her face says joy. She feels I can bring a change upon this family, further more the world!

Breaking gaze from my mother to look at my surroundings, a fireplace blazed with blocks of wood, underneath a diamond-shaped entertainment piece, filled with pictures of family and friends. Next to the fire place was the door, with “Bless This House” decor right above it.

As I'm taking in the sight of the room, my mother started a loud chant and prayer, that id later find out, guarded and protected me from any vital harm, including spells.

As my mother finished her chant a loud kicking at the door began as if to stop her chant before she can finish. Gunshots bursed the door open and also pierced straight through my mother's body dropping her to the floor as I lay in her puddle of blood. Screaming with cry to the top of my lungs, tears fiercely stream. My eyes fixed to the ceiling, my mouth opened wide as it could, loud as a fire siren I cry to the top of my lungs., Hoping it'll make the tears flow more, the more the flow the better chance I thought they'll bring my mother back to her feet.

Footsteps run out of the house.

Being the firstborn daughter to a Demon Slayer, that was murdered & sacrificed for my being, was the terrible start to a beautiful beginning.

20 years later would prove to my hopeful, optimistic family, the feasting off our family blood, generation after generation would end with my mother

As I stood face to face with the crowned demon, that was as tall as twin towers before me, my pure heart and soul pierced through his eyes. The demon knew that it was something about me that wasn't like the rest of my blood family, it was the chant of emerced power my mother chanted over me only the firstborn of the third generational Goddess of spirit could bestow upon her first born female. My mother wasn't just a demon slayer she was Goddess over all spirit world but only through her first born could she slay the crowned demon over all., Through me. I was born to change the world.

Nothing stopped me that day, from sending the crowned lead demon straight to Hell's fire to burn for all eternity! The days were more clear. The nights were at peace. No more sudden deaths of sacrifice. The world was a better place. Everything was perfect, but for some reason in the depts of my soul something seemed unsettled. I couldn't understand why. The reason everything was so unbalanced in the world was destroyed. I've lived out my mother's prevalent optimism. What could this unsettling feeling be that wouldn't let me rest? floating through my thoughts in my head, I remember the saying my grandmother always quoted “If it ain't broke don't fix it”. From that thought, I decided to relax and let the feeling of uneasiness go, And just be happy in the moment.

To be continued!! My hopes are for everyone to know that even if it's not you that saves the world personally you still play a big part by doing your part so things fall into it's rightful place. Play your part in the puzzle you're just as important as the first piece or last.