I | Hot & Weird

Persephone's point of view

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Us. by Gracie Abrams ft. Taylor Swift was blasting on my ear pods in repeat as I walked over the portal to the entrance of Sky-Eden Academy, the most prestigious and hard Boarding School for supernatural beings in the world, which I attend since I was 7 years old. I'm in sophomore year now, 19 years old, though I'll be turning 20 soon. Still two years to go before I leave this hell.

Before I could close the portal, I waited for my twin brothers─ yes, we re triplets, and I'm the oldest ─to cross it. Atlas, the youngest of us, came first with an excited look on his golden eyes. Apollo, the one in the middle, followed exceeding a different kind of excitement that's more related to him going to see his boyfriend, Neo-Brynolf Wahlström, a seven-tailed white fox from Loki's bunch, again.

I didn't like that, as it meant seeing Loki too, who's always with Neo-Brynolf as they are best friends, and who's ridiculously obsessed with me. One more reason why I avoid that nine-tailed red fox as much as I fucking can. In fact, I avoid pretty much everyone, even the girls under me in my Tartarus Sisterhood.

As I closed the portal I opened with my spatial magic after both of the idiots crossed it, they turned to me with a wide and mischievous grin and before I could open a portal to get out of here, Apollo held me back by my forearm and Atlas took my ear pods out of my ears.

I hate when he does that. Can they understand that if I'm with pods on, it's 'cause I have no intention of talking with people?

"...phone?"

I blinked and stared at my snow-white haired brothers, wondering how would I look if I had their snow wavy hair and golden eyes instead of how I came out. I mean, I do magically dye my hair crimson red and use golden lens since ever, but my actual looks are nothing like that. I didn't really took dad's hair or his midnight blue eyes, or mom's golden eyes and her baby pink wavy hair either.

I'm just... Weird. Hot? Absolutely. But weird.

Thankfully my brothers no better than to tell anyone about how I actually look like. In fact, it's been such a long time since I just rested in front of anyone, including, looking like I naturally am, that they might have forgotten it by now. Also another reason why I don't shift into my dragon in front of absolutely no one, except when I'm in a personal training in vacation with dad, even though he's not a dragon but a vampire, I feel okay to be myself for once.

Even more comfortable than I feel with my two brothers. Maybe 'cause I'm bitter that I don't look like them or our parents at all. I mean, my features are a bit like mom were, according to dad, but it's been 9 years now, as painful as it is to admit, I don't remember mom so vividly anymore.

One more reason for me to kill Lust-Rhae Evangeline Python, the Archangel Queen, that fucking bitch who killed mom after she killed her husband by self-fucking-defense after he attacked her.

I mean, what did she expect? That the Dragon Queen would just watch Wrath-Grey Zade Cervenka try to kill dad and be fucking okay with it? Fuck no. They were mates after all. The Demon King brought that to himself, but that bitch couldn't handle it and came after mom when dad wasn't around and killed her.

In front of me.

And I am supposed to put up with her rebel twin kids, Pride-Niklaus and Vain-Dove? You really think that would be a good idea? I want to kill both of them before I kill her, just for her to taste how it feel to have a loved one being killed right on front of you as you watch it helplessly.

"...phone?"

I blinked again, clenching my jaw and fists, trying to focus, cursing this damn ADHD that keeps fucking me up. "My mind is nebulous, repeat what you two just said."

Atlas rolled his eyes, "A thank you would be cool, Dora. We know you're the Crowned Princess of the Drakyre," it's what the fusion of dragons with vampires is called, and the three of us are the first ones of our kind, but as mom was a Queen of Dragons and dad the King of Vampires, when they mated, they joined their Kingdoms in one. Similar to what lust-bitch did with her husband, in the now Arch-Demon territory, a junction of archangels and demons. Our name is cooler though, "but being you don't need to act like a Queen yet. Three years to go before Coronation, remember?"

"I'm technically the Queen," I raised an eyebrow condescendingly. "Mom's not here, that leaves the female duties to me. I may not be crowned yet, but it doesn't change how things work. And don't call me Dora, you know I don't enjoy it," it's a nickname that comes from my middle name, Callidora. I prefer Calli over Dora. It reminds me of the animation, which is bloody annoying.

"Egocentric much?" Apollo joked. "Anyways, we were asking if you are excited to see your dear Pride-Niklaus, Persephone."

My eyes darkened and I frowned, "Will you ever stop with those jokes? Don't you remember what his parents did? His bitch of a mother killed our mom," I hissed. "His father tried to kill our dad."

They both rolled their eyes, "It's an even loss, Persephone," Atlas scoffed. "They also lost their father. We all lost someone. Besides, you used to love him."

I gasped disgusted, "I was 10," I hissed. "It's almost been 10 years. And I never loved him, it was bloody crush, alright? A crush. It's long dead. All that's left is disgust towards the children of my mom's murderer. And how is it an even loss?" I spoke the last two words like a curse. "His father tried to kill dad, mom was near and defended him. He brought his demise by himself. Then, his mother came and tried to kill mom when neither dad or you were around," swallowing hard, I pushed them away from me. "If you had seen it, you wouldn't fucking joke about it."

"It's almost been a decade, Persephone," Atlas gasped.

"You shouldn't hang on revenge," Apollo exclaimed frustrated.

"I am the oldest in here. I can decide what I can hang on or not. Don't butt into my business if you aren't trying to help me get what I bloody fucking want. I do not need you messing up with my plans," glaring at them one last time, I turned around and opened a portal to the Headmaster's office. "If you actually knew me, you would know that this revenge is all I have holding me up right now. If you knew me, you wouldn't fucking ask me to let go of it," I hissed, back still to them.

"Persephone, wait!" I crossed the portal and closed it behind me.

I love my youngest siblings, don't get me wrong, but they simply can't understand it. They never saw anyone dying in front of them. They didn't see when Wrath-Grey attacked and tried to kill dad, and died for me, but I did. They didn't see when Lust-Rhae attacked and killed mom ruthlessly, but I did.

They were in a travel with dad for five months. Five months in secluded training far away from our kingdom. They even had let the academy two months sooner for that. But I was with mom and I know something none of them do.

Mom was pregnant. Yes. She had learned about her pregnancy two months after dad and the boys left and she was around three months pregnant. Make the counts. Mom was six months pregnant with a couple of twins when Lust-Rhae killed her.

She didn't just kill mom, she killed my baby siblings too.

It was me who took care of mom's body, and of all the twenty dead guards that died to Lust-Rhae before she killed mom.

Father doesn't know. My siblings don't know. The only alive people who know about that are me, Lust-Rhae, and Headmasters Samuel and Diana─ God of Time and Goddess of Space, founders of the academy.

It's not the only secret we share just the four of us though. Lust-Rhae sent her right hand knight, Aivar Kangur, to kill me when I was climbing the Draki Mountain, the tallest and most dangerous mountain of the supernatural world, which the heir of the Dragons need to climb alone with no weapons, magic blocked, unable to shift, and it takes 15 days to go up and 15 days to go down.

But he didn't just try to kill me, he did worse. He did so much worse that just remembering what he... What he did to me want to puke, makes me want to kill myself. When I managed to hit his head with a rock that was near me, it was already too late. He had already broke me even more.