Jasmine sat on the roof of the science building, sitting with her knees up to her chin and her arms wrapped around her legs.
"Aw, shit."
Was all she said out loud before she buried her face between her knees.
Moments before she had come to the roof, she had gotten a letter from home. Not just any letter, but a letter stamped and officially sealed by the family trust. She knew it was something important, and she almost didn't want to open it. She had to.
Dearest Jasmine,
With deep regret and hearts filled with sadness we are writing this letter to you. We also figured that if we had sent it not sealed and stamped you wouldn't read it. But alas, we truly did not want to send it at all. Over that last 3 months your mother has been battling breast cancer, Jasmine. We know that you are probably furious for never knowing this, but you can not blame us. Your father had wished us to not burden you with this information, and your mother ever as silent and peaceful had agreed. With extreme apologies we wished we had spoken sooner to you about this. Your gift and your gift alone might have been able to save her. The cancer was already to far along to fight, you see the treaments would have only shortened your mothers life. Through some small summoning and divining rituals, we found the cause of the cancer was actually your father. He had done so as an act of defiance towards you. Bitter that you received the gift and he had not, he decided to try and push you farther towards the evil that is part of our family. We know you struggle with your destiny, Jasmine, but we are not all evil people in the St. Cloud Trust. Your gift could have tore the cancer right from her body, and destroyed the deamon your father used to infect her. That is why we could not tell you this, your father feared from the retribution from you.
After reading this letter up to this point, we realize you have probably figured out what we are about to say. Jasmine, your mother passed away Friday night around 11pm. With utmost sincerity, we offer our total condolences to you and our hearts reach out to you Jasmine. Your mother as a married in member of this family, did have a soul, and she did go to heaven. So, there is some joy in that.
This leads us to the business point of this letter. Your mother was the chairman of the board for the Trust Jasmine. NOT your father, he was simply a trustee. Why do we tell you this Jasmine? Because your fathers will to carry out this destiny of yours, and your mother only wanted you to be happy and enjoy life. The Trust as a whole has read your mother's will Jasmine. The Trust is now no longer needed, and you are the beneficiary. The entire 120.4 million dollar trust now belongs soley to you.
As the rest of your family knows this and is not happy, we wish you the best of luck, and if you need any of us to assist you, or even be there for you, let us know. Good luck with school, Jasmine, and my God smile down on you with your mother at his side.
Sincerely,
The St. Cloud Family Trust
The letter sat slightly under her boot, wind blowing it slightly. A single tear fell from her eye and landed on the paper.
"Mom, I'm sorry I wasn't there.... I miss you."
And then she buried her face back into her knees, and slowly disappeared into the shadows. The breeze picked up a little bit and the letter that sat there, now unattended, blew away in the breeze. As the paper blew and tossed around in the breeze, you could almost hear a soft whispered lullaby hummed as it went by.
Sadness...
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Sadness...
Know now, that I have returned.. And my God forgive your sins, because I shant.
THIS IS NOT A PEACEFUL POST! VIOLENT AND GRAHPIC! DO NOT READ IF EASILY OFFENDED!!!
WHAM!
A small gargoyle deamon slammed into the stone wall.
"Tell me where he is! You have about 20 seconds to answer me before I show you what real Hell is!"
Jasmine was in no mood for this little peice of hellish shit.
"I will never tell a ingrate like you where the master is! There isn't much worse a half-breed could do to me.. GURK!"
If a human had the ability to see her claws sink into the soul of that poor beast, and could see the look of pure joy mixed with unadulterated rage, you would be nothing slight of horrified.
The corner of Jasmine's lip curled as she heard footsteps behind. Lots of them. Without even turning around, she knew what was coming. And it seemed like she was more than happy to do this.
As she spun around her hands opened up and pure darkness streamed from her hands at the beasts of all shapes and sizes, entangling, tearing, shredding the flesh off them.
"YOU WILL NOT STOP MY VENGEANCE!! I will destroy and burn everything in my path til I find him!"
Almost as if it was a deadly dance, Jasmine spun and flew above them all tearing soul after black soul from each of them, only to fuel her rage and her power more. See, there's a difference between mortal souls and angels/deamons. Mortal souls fuel the power, but the darker the deamon the more it amplifies the power. And in Hell, her power is already known because of her blood.
Kneeling and wiping ebony blood off her lip, from actually biting the throat of one of them, Jasmine breathed deep and jagged. Her eyes glowing like the deepest pits of Hell, her breath seemed to carry fire on it.
"Princess Yasmina! You have come home to us!" A well dressed humanoid deamon said gleefully.
"I will destroy you Cappadocious, if you do not give me that deamon.. NOW!" there was pure rage that reverberated deep within Jasmine's empty void of a soul.
"Why should I hand you the tool your sad, lonely father used to bring out the true potential of his beloved daughter? Hmm?"
"My mother was NEVER part of this damn deal for our souls! As the heir to the throne, I demand that vile lump of refuse!!" As she screamed these words, you could see her darkness welling up in her, her skin darkened, her horns grew, her eyes fired more, and a deep red aura of utter dispair welled up around her.
Deamons had gather around, hoping to see a conflict between this Duke of Hell, and a crown princess, who's full potential probably rivals, or now exceeds Cappadocious's. And he knows she is that strong, and he's barely able to hide his own fear.
"Very well, I shall give him to you. If not as a gesture towards the princess, and as good will towards your bloodline. But know this, it was not of his own accord he took your mothers life. Your father forced him into her shell."
With those words spoken, a large hulking deamon, covered in chains, and spikes that protruded from his skin; skulked from behind Cappadocious.
Before words were spoken, Jasmine's had teleported to above the beast, and bringing down an overhead slam that would shatter a normal human; dropped him to the ground. Her claws ripped and eviscerated its flesh, chains were tore out of the moorings in body, ribs were cracked and shatter and use to stab out it's eyes, her fangs lacerated and mutilated the giant as if he couldn't even fight back. And with one last deep thrust of her clawed hand deep into its chest, she pulled it's black heart from its chest. As the heart was pulled out, you could see the dark ghastly shadow of the soul come with it.
And then... It was done.
"My father.... where is his soul kept...." Her face was contorted and changed to almost no longer resemble humanity.
WHAM!
A small gargoyle deamon slammed into the stone wall.
"Tell me where he is! You have about 20 seconds to answer me before I show you what real Hell is!"
Jasmine was in no mood for this little peice of hellish shit.
"I will never tell a ingrate like you where the master is! There isn't much worse a half-breed could do to me.. GURK!"
If a human had the ability to see her claws sink into the soul of that poor beast, and could see the look of pure joy mixed with unadulterated rage, you would be nothing slight of horrified.
The corner of Jasmine's lip curled as she heard footsteps behind. Lots of them. Without even turning around, she knew what was coming. And it seemed like she was more than happy to do this.
As she spun around her hands opened up and pure darkness streamed from her hands at the beasts of all shapes and sizes, entangling, tearing, shredding the flesh off them.
"YOU WILL NOT STOP MY VENGEANCE!! I will destroy and burn everything in my path til I find him!"
Almost as if it was a deadly dance, Jasmine spun and flew above them all tearing soul after black soul from each of them, only to fuel her rage and her power more. See, there's a difference between mortal souls and angels/deamons. Mortal souls fuel the power, but the darker the deamon the more it amplifies the power. And in Hell, her power is already known because of her blood.
Kneeling and wiping ebony blood off her lip, from actually biting the throat of one of them, Jasmine breathed deep and jagged. Her eyes glowing like the deepest pits of Hell, her breath seemed to carry fire on it.
"Princess Yasmina! You have come home to us!" A well dressed humanoid deamon said gleefully.
"I will destroy you Cappadocious, if you do not give me that deamon.. NOW!" there was pure rage that reverberated deep within Jasmine's empty void of a soul.
"Why should I hand you the tool your sad, lonely father used to bring out the true potential of his beloved daughter? Hmm?"
"My mother was NEVER part of this damn deal for our souls! As the heir to the throne, I demand that vile lump of refuse!!" As she screamed these words, you could see her darkness welling up in her, her skin darkened, her horns grew, her eyes fired more, and a deep red aura of utter dispair welled up around her.
Deamons had gather around, hoping to see a conflict between this Duke of Hell, and a crown princess, who's full potential probably rivals, or now exceeds Cappadocious's. And he knows she is that strong, and he's barely able to hide his own fear.
"Very well, I shall give him to you. If not as a gesture towards the princess, and as good will towards your bloodline. But know this, it was not of his own accord he took your mothers life. Your father forced him into her shell."
With those words spoken, a large hulking deamon, covered in chains, and spikes that protruded from his skin; skulked from behind Cappadocious.
Before words were spoken, Jasmine's had teleported to above the beast, and bringing down an overhead slam that would shatter a normal human; dropped him to the ground. Her claws ripped and eviscerated its flesh, chains were tore out of the moorings in body, ribs were cracked and shatter and use to stab out it's eyes, her fangs lacerated and mutilated the giant as if he couldn't even fight back. And with one last deep thrust of her clawed hand deep into its chest, she pulled it's black heart from its chest. As the heart was pulled out, you could see the dark ghastly shadow of the soul come with it.
And then... It was done.
"My father.... where is his soul kept...." Her face was contorted and changed to almost no longer resemble humanity.
Know now, that I have returned.. And my God forgive your sins, because I shant.