Lunette : Moon's beloved daughter !!
My name is Lunette, "daughter of the Moon Goddess". The fire that was burning inside me is still ignited. the anger I have tried so hard to subsidize is coming out more profoundly. Only their demise will bring comfort to my heart... ~Aurley Hernandez *** My parents were killed in front of my eyes and I could do nothing. Their horrifying scream and the burning embers are still vivid in front of my eyes. My parents were deceased not for even two days but my brother decided to betray me. he sold me as a slave in the dark world. where seeing the light of day was a luxury only a few people got and surviving was way more difficult. The life was a pure nightmare there. Every day I was brutally battered, humiliated and mentally abused. I lived every day hiding my presence from them, hoping to survive one more day. But the real twist came in When fate decided to play it's game. I got to know about their existance. which was hidden from the entire human race except one. and the unfortunate human was me, but there existance cannot divert me from achieving my goal. Even when they are hot on my tail. Even If die in their hands I will make sure to drag all of them to hell with me. ********* ~excerpt~ Something unexpected occurred on her 21st birthday. The pain she was feeling can't be described in words. like every muscle was tearing apart itself from her bones. The excruciating agony, she never felt in her entire life. Not when She worked as a slave and not when she had gone through intense training. The maddening pain was so intense that she lost count of how many times she came back from her unconscious state. The night was dark If not for the moon that was brightening the dark paths of forest. It would probably look like a strange creatures dwelling. The atmosphere inside the forest was eerily quiet. The branches of trees make strange shadows on the ground that look like they will come alive at any moment. Ahhhh! An intense pain torn from the depths of the forest. all the residing creatures hesitate to even a lift foot in that direction. The aura was too intense, and terrifying at the same time but all of them, it made them kneel on the muddy soil and kowtow on the ground. the presence of itself was extremely powerful they had never seen something like this in centuries.
The tables turn?
Arthur's lips curled into a sinister smile, a cruel twist of fate in the face of misfortune.
"You think you're so righteous, Leigh," Arthur's voice dripped with contempt. "But you're just a pawn in a much larger game. And now, it's time for you to play your final move."
He walks towards her with steady steps and tightly gripped her chin to face him. "Tell me, who send you in Miller corporation?" He said with a chilling tone.
His grip was so tight that looks like it will brake her jaw any time. But still she looked into his eyes with a challenging gaze.
As Leigh's eyes met Arthur Miller's gaze, a fire ignited within her. Despite her bound wrists and the lingering effects of the drug coursing through her veins, her determination remained unyielding.
As their conversation escalated, Miller's expression shifted, his gaze narrowing as if searching for something beneath the surface. With a swift motion, he reached out and tore away the human mask concealing Leigh's true identity.
A gasp escaped Leigh's lips as Miller's eyes widened in shock. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the listened sound of their breaths echoing in the constricted space.
Miller's voice was barely a whisper as he spoke, disbelief coloring his words. "No... it can't be..."
Leigh's heart raced. Leigh watched him closely, her heart pounding in her chest. The revelation hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the already tense atmosphere.
As Miller grappled with the truth of her identity, Leigh knew that their encounter had taken an unexpected turn.
As he beheld the scene before him, a haunting face of the late patriarch of the Hernandez family emerged, a surge of recognition swept over him, piecing together fragments of a long-buried puzzle. The revelation, unbidden yet undeniable, laid bare in front of him, the truth he had long sought to resolve.
His eyes widened in disbelief, grappling with the weight of what stood before him. Yet, as the shock subsided, a ripple of laughter, rich with a blend of disbelief and dark amusement, escaped his lips.
"Ah, who could have fathomed that the princess of the Hernandez family walks among us?" His words dripped with irony, a taunt veiled in the guise of jest.
"We had thought you perished within the walls of that forsaken mansion, alongside your kin, or perhaps sold off by your own flesh and blood," he continued, his tone laced with scornful mockery.
In that moment, the anger surged from where knows but with intensity that can burn him down. Wanting to rip upart his nasty mouth. That dared to insult her like this.
Her gaze, once dulled by feigned fragility, blazed with an intensity that shows a spirit unyielding to the facade of vulnerability.
Caught in the searing glare of her bloodshot eyes, a flicker of apprehension flashed across his features, a fleeting acknowledgment of the aura unleashed within her. Yet, he brushed aside the tremors of fear that threatened to overtake him, steeling himself against the rising tide of her fury.
With a gesture both daring and dismissive, he reached out, his hand tapping her chin with a deceptive gentleness.
"Oh, Aurley Hernandez," he voiced, his voice dripping with mockery and disdain, you may possess the fire of youth, but against me, you are but a mere ant in a game you cannot hope to master."
Engrossed in the world of his own words, he failed to discern the subtle movements of her hands, oblivious to the swift hand armed with a blade. Which was concealed within the folds of her attire. They had underestimated her, neglecting even a customary examination.
In an instant, she seized the advantage, cleverly moving his limb behind his back until he knelt before her, his vulnerability laid bare with his back exposed.
With a blade pressed against his throat, she held dominance over him, her voice laced with a lethal tone of mockery and triumph.
"Mr. Miller," she declared, her tone a reflecting scorn and willfulness, "you speak of the fire of youth, yet have you not felt the chill of age creeping into your bones?
Perhaps it is time for you to retire to the comforts of your bed, lest your frail body betray you when you least expect it." Her words, a stinging rebuke veiled in mocking tone, resonated with a cold voice that sent shivers down his spine.
Miller's eyes narrowed, the threat of the blade against his throat sending a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. Yet, despite this position, a smirk played at the corners of his lips.
"Oh, how quickly the tables turn," he remarked, his voice tinged with arrogance. "But do you truly believe that you can outnumber me, Aurley? You may have caught me off guard this time, but I assure you, I am not so easily handle."
His words carried a hint of arrogance, A demonstration to his unwavering confidence in his own abilities. Yet, beneath the bravado, there lingered a flicker of uncertainty, a recognition of the danger he faced.
Leigh held his gaze steadily, her grip on the blade unwavering. "You underestimate me at your own risk, Miller," she retorted, her voice icy with determination. "I may be young, but I am not naive. I know the depths of your deceit, the lengths you will go to protect your own interests."
She leaned in closer, the blade pressing ever so slightly against his skin. "Tell me, Mr.Miller, How do you find yourself at mercy of someone? "
Miller's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and frustration, but he remained calm. "You think you can intimidate me with your threats? You know nothing of the forces at play here, Aurley. You are nothing but a naive girl.
He spat out the words with venom, his gaze burning with intensity. "But mark my words, princess, this is far from over. You may have turn the table, but the game has only just begun."
With that, he gave a subtle nod, signaling to his unseen man lurking in the shadows. In an instant, the room was filled with the sound of approaching footsteps, echoing ominously in the dimly lit space.
Leigh's grip on the blade tightened, her resolve unshaken. She knew that she was outnumbered, outmatched. But she refused to back down, because she has him under her control.
As the footsteps drew closer, she braced herself for the inevitable confrontation, steeling herself for the battles yet to come.
For Aurley Hernandez was not one to cower in the face of trouble. She was a warrior, a survivor, and she would stop at nothing to reclaim her rightful place in the world.
And from the shadows, he step forward the face that still hunted her dreams. The man that can still fear inside her.
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