Page 119 of Hell Fae Prince
She was with Melek.
So why do I feel this deep-seated concern for her well-being?
Because Vivaxia had given her back far too easily.
She’d done something to the girl.
But what?I wondered as I studied the magical book that held memories I could no longer access via my own mind.
One’s memories grew fractured throughout time. Vita had been my way of protecting my sanity, of storing important knowledge and maintaining ancient recollections.
There was so much history here. So many lost thoughts.
Yet, instead of answers, I found white spires depicted on Vita’s pages, the scene garnished with pristine streets and plentiful flowers. Winged beings drifted in the distance underneath a brilliant golden glow that seemed to come from everywhere.
Vita rarely showed me the Virtuous Fae Realm, given that I preferred not to think about that time, but it was a part of my history that couldn’t be erased.
“Where Camillia went was a forgotten nightmare of that place,” I informed Vita as I turned the page.
The past was gone. Whatever remained was a ghost that my enemies should have left behind.
The next image was a familiar woman’s face, and that gave me pause. Her features were slightly blurred on the pages as if water had stained the ink. I ran my fingers over the depiction, confused by the stirring of loneliness and longing the image brought me.
Dark hair.
Vibrant white wings with black-tipped feathers.
Ah, my mother.
The sight of her struck me with sudden certainty as the bitter memory took hold.
My parents should never have had me.
My conception had cost them their lives.
Why was that, again?
Turning the page once more, I found a young boy with midnight hair and ocean-blue eyes. Even then, the wingspan was an impressive one, as was the smile of a youthful innocent who never imagined he’d become the Hell Fae King.
Me.
A woman—presumably my mother—held the boy, but I couldn’t see her anymore. The ink around her splotched and blurred, as did the masculine shadow behind them.
Ah. That’s right.
I remembered now why I preferred to keep this particular memory within Vita instead of in my head.
Before I’d reached adulthood, I had slowly drained their gifts, taking their Virtuous magic into myself to build my power that had now become my Source. I’d had no idea what I had been doing, of course, until it was too late.
I had been just a child.
But once I’d realized what I’d been doing, I’d altered myself. I’d made it where I could never again drain another being’s power like that and make it my own.
But it hadn’t been enough. My parents had died because I was…
My eyes widened when I realized the correlation.
“I was asiphon, just like Camillia,” I murmured to myself as I turned the pages again.
