"Why?"
This was a single word but had a lot of unanswered questions behind it. She wanted to know why she had never being treated like her other siblings! Why her mother picked on her any chance she got! Why her sister's hated her for simply existing!
The urge to find answers to her questions was so intense that she felt desperate. Desperate to listen to their heartbreaking reasons. Desperate to find even a little amount of love from them. Life had given her everything and yet she had nothing.
Everyone around Qamarstan envied her very existence for she was an epitome of beauty. Despite the fact that she and her other sister's took after their mother's looks, she would always stand out no matter how much she tried downplaying her looks and intelligence.
She lived in a humongous castle which was just a house but never had it been a home for her. Her parents had enough wealth to last a lifetime yet she had nothing to call her own. Even her success would be attributed to her parents as her sires. Such a pity.
She had lived all her life in her family's shadow. She was forced to act the way they wanted her to act in order to please them but it was never enough. Her certificates were stolen and used by her sisters.
Her name was used to attract attention from the opposite sex by her sister Ramlah. Everything she had was never hers. Sometimes, she felt as though the only reason as to why she was still part of the family was because she had some sort of use for them.
If only she knew how right her assumption was! Another slap brought her back from her pity party. She looked up annoyed at her younger sister. Her hazel eyes glowed bright yellow as her heartbeat increased in fury. Before anyone could blink, she moved too fast for them to register and strangled Ramlah.
"If you ever touch me again, I will forget that you are my elder sister." The ferocious voice was unrecognizable to the people in the room as they cowered back. There was definitely something up with Zamarad. She was normally timid but today, the aura she possessed was other worldly.
This didn't last long, however. Zamarad felt a sharp pain in her head and closed her eyes to try and get rid of the pain. She never got to reopen her eyes as her body weakened and her legs caved. She fell on the cold floor unconscious.
She fell like a dry leaf that had been drained of its life source. The room started to change after she fell unconscious. The lights went off and darkness took over the space for a few minutes. This made Mustafa and the rest of his family cowered away. The devil was about to make his presence known.
A few seconds passed by and natural light filled the room. A masculine figure appeared with his hair covering his face. Mustafa and the rest of his family were compelled to kneel. This was the thing behind their power. It was the thing that they had worshipped. The only person who was kept in the dark was of course the sacrificial lamb, Zamarad.
Shahzad watched the people kneel before him and smirked. This was not enough to appease him though. He had connected his heart to his beloved's and since the seed growing in her womb belonged to him, he felt the protective instinct of the offspring that had yet to form.
He turned around to look at his unconscious woman. The young girl laid with sweat forming on her forehead. He squatted down and patted his long hair to get a better look at her. Both her cheeks were swollen.
When his gentle fingers caressed her cheeks she flinched even in her unconscious state. Furry and rage grew in his heart. The more furious he got, the lower the temperature in the room became. The people in the room shuddered in fear. No one dared to look up at the man whose heart ached for his beloved. He was consumed by too much rage to notice how much Zamarad was shaking from the cold he emitted.
It was the slight tremor he felt from her body that had brought him out of his clouded mind. He placed his middle finger on her forehead and closed his eyes. "It's cold! I feel strange. Why am I lost in darkness? Why does the darkness attract me? Why do I feel at peace with my heart?"
Shahzad opened his eyes with a gentle smile on his sinfully handsome face. His heart beat erratically. Wait for me my love, I will take you away and protect you till my last breath. I promise to make everyone who hurt you suffer. I promise to cherish you. Wait for me darling. Be a little more patient. I can only meet you like this until you give birth.
If I meet you when you are conscious, I am afraid it would be hard to protect you. Stay strong my love. I will protect you from the darkness as you stay in the lights. These were the thoughts running through his head as he watched his beloved breath softly.
The man was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of Ramlah's voice. "Sire, I am strong enough to be with you. Can you consider me instead of my sister?" It took a lot of courage for Ramlah to ask this question. This was one of the reasons why she hated her youngest sister's whole existence.
No matter how much they looked alike, Zamarad was curvier, more loved by outsiders, smarter, kinder and everything else. Not even their bullying had changed her. The ultimate thing that sealed her fate as Ramlah's eternal fate was because the devil had claimed Zamarad the moment he met her.
She was supposed to be his Queen but of course he had his own thoughts and heart. He fell in love with her sister when she was only ten years old. Shahzad turned around after shrouding Zamarad with warmth to protect her from the cold that would soon resurface.
His Golden pools turned blood red as he spoke in a menacing tone." I dare you to repeat that again! I dare you."
what on earth is Shahzad? is he human? is he a super natural being? is he bad or good?
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Shahzad looked at the family with fury in his eyes. It was time to punish the people in the room. Seeing as his girl was unconscious, he set one more protective layer around her before focusing all his energy to the furry and rage he was feeling.
His eyes appeared deep, dark and black as coal. The once bright room started getting darker with each second that passed by. The people in the room looked up with horror written all over their faces.
The once handsome man now had demonic features. His long coal black hair added to his scary look. His eyes turned blood red as his nails sharpened .His once fairy handsome face distorted to form one of the ugliest faces on earth.
Soon the Zamarad's family were prisoners to the man's wicked schemes as they were forced to live through a nightmare. The man or rather the monster moved closer to the father first and stared deeply into his eyes. The more he stared, the more his eyes bled out. This in itself was a sight not many could withstand but they were forced by an invincible force to stare back into the bleeding pool of red.
He moved around the room staring directly into each of their eyes. Mustafa could see blood everywhere in front of him. He loved and cherished his family except his last borne daughter .This was because of the seer's words after Zamarad was borne.
The woman had foreseen how much destruction Zamarad's birth would bring to Mustafa's family. The girl was born with the mark of the devil. Her back was lined in stars that surrounded a deep Red Crescent moon that laid between her buttock dimples.
What he was seeing right now felt like a never ending nightmare as he momentarily got lost in the pain that came with the grotesque scenes. He could see his wife being cut by knives in her sleep. Invincible knives that left no marks but left lingering pain behind. He watched her lose her mind to the invincible beings toying with her body.
On the other side, he watched his daughters cutting their veins with sharp blades. Blood would flaw out of their wounds until they breathed their last and then they would awaken again. The process continued all over again anew.
His son was tied to a pole and the invincible beings defiled and played with his body as they saw fit. They would exhaust him until he could no longer stay awake. The moment his eyes closes, they would start the torture a fresh and continue again until; he breathed his last. He would then be resurrected from the dead and the process starts all over again.
Mustafa cried for the nightmare to end. It was an illusion but he didn't know whether he was in a dream or living through a reality. He could feel his whipped body being fed on by wild rats. His intestines hung out of his open stomach and he watched as the rest of his organs spilled out of his body.
He could feel his organs being consumed one at a time until he was no more and the process repeated again and again. Each and every member of his family was going through such an illusion.
The punisher watched on in amusement as his eyes bled red and his lips parted showcasing sharp white teeth. "This is just a little taste of the kind of torture that awaits anyone of you who would touch my woman again.
Be warned! She is not to be harmed nor abused either physically or psychological. Do not forget! I am a being that can move freely and have eyes and eyes in where your naked eyes could see. Remember who she belongs to. Do not make her feel any slight did comfort or what awaits you will be worse than what you are seeing."
The eerie voice rung in their heads as the man started to transform back to his original features. His red pool turned back to a dull golden color as his face took back its original beautiful form. The darkness in the room disappeared as light penetrated the area as if nothing happened.
The residents of the castle slowly opened their eyes and came back to reality. The father whose face was wet from the tears he had shed looked around the room wearily. His eyes moved from one corner to another to make sure that everyone was intact.
Finally, his gaze after a long struggle with his mind turned to look at his body. He could swear that he still felt his organs on the floor but his body was the way it had been before living through that nightmare.
His throat felt uncomfortably coarse from all the screams he had been doing in his unconscious state. If Zamarad would have been awake to witness her father's sorry state, she would have laughed her heart out. Such a pity, she couldn't witness the grand reaction to his minor illusions.
Shahzad's eyes moved to the only other guy in the room. Khalid has peed his pants and was laid curled up on the floor. Though the illusion was over, he was still in his mind reliving those very painful memories. The devil smirked. That serves you right for failing as a brother, he thought.
His gaze moved towards the mother who had never being a real mother to his girl. Such a pity. If she was not his baby's mother, he would have skinned her alive and fed her to his pets. Rumi's state was no different from her mother's. They were both in a daze.
His gaze shifted ones more and fell on Ramlah. The person that had hurt Zamarad the most. He squatted down and lifted her trembling chin. She tried to avoid his gaze but it was of no use as the man's powers knew no bound. Ramlah had a sharp voice in head.
"No matter how hard you try, you can never be her. She beats you in everything. You might have similar features but she will always suffice you in anything and everything. Do not forget. I task you with the duty to make her understand that you and your family sold her to me since the first day she was born.
Make her understand that she is mine and that she carries our baby. If anything goes wrong, then you won't like the consequences. Oh, and by the way, you turn this devil off!"
Shahzad let go of her chin and took one last lingering gaze at the unconscious woman. He reappeared in front of her, traced her lips with his fingers and disappeared from their view completely.
here coms the devil
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