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Born with an unusual birthmark, the shape of a skeleton’s head with rose patterns round about it on her neck, many believed she would only bring bad luck to those around her. This belief was solidified when two of her suitors died unexpectedly right after a visit to her home.

Such a thing should come as a bother to any woman but the same could not be said about Nyx. She didn't care if the beliefs about her were true or false. She never liked any of her suitors. Her heart had always been longing for a certain man whom she was very familiar with in her childhood but ceased to appear before her the moment she entered adolescence.

Since she knew him one thing was very certain about him, he was not human since he never aged.  Not even once. Believing he would one day come again, Nyx was prepared to wait until the day they would meet again. 

But not everything goes as planned. Having a sickly mother whose only wish was to see her daughter get married and an influential suitor who didn't mind the deaths around her, Nyx soon found herself married off and her mother passed away leaving a father who dreaded her existence and a husband she never loved.

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From a distance he watched her grow, keeping his distance from her, staying within the shadows. As she aged slowly into adulthood, the mark on her neck became more prominent and so was her scent. He wanted her to grow, but when she finally came of age, he thought she would be better without him. But as time wore on and other men began to show interest in her, he could not hold back nor could he let them have her.

He discarded those who had an interest in her but one of them slipped through his fingers while he was away and took her. He waited to see if she was happy with her life, with that man, if she was, then he would let her be. She would be able to live a happy life this time unlike the previous one, but everything changed when the forces from the underworld learned of her existence and her connection with him.

Her husband was killed which he permitted and her life was in constant danger. Keeping the distance was no longer an option and he once again appeared before her.

DEATH'S OWN

Somewhere in the Underworld, Lyra stood amidst shattered mirrors. Its shards scattered all over the floor around her. Her silky dark hair now turned silver, and he perfect skin all wrinkled up.

As if unable to unable to believe what she had seen, she conjured a new mirror, but the reflection before her eyes did not change. The reflection of a woman who looked an old witch stared back at her, her sunken eyes and wrinkled face, a haunting nightmare.

She raised her hand to touch her face but paused at how frail they were. The sight disgusted her, and she couldn't accept that she was the one who looked like that. She couldn't even tell when her appearance started to change because nothing else about her changed. Her powers were still there, even her voice remained the same, but her appearance that meant the world to her was looking like that of an old…

54. Punishment 2