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...strange. what was it again?
[break][break]perhaps she has forgotten what it was supposed to be before. she remembers wanting to change it, though, but overtime she's gotten used to the fact that it's her name, it's the word that everybody is supposed to call her with, it's the word that would haunt her and her consciousness forever.
[break][break]
of course she has one. it's a name given to her long ago. however, it has no significant meaning, and her parents do not care about such fact. they only care about what their daughter should be, what her future should be. but her future is just as much as undetermined. it's all their fault, though.
[break][break]they treated her like so much shit before. they don't care about her. she doesn't care back.
[break][break]it's a story you would not want to hear.
[break][break]
her mother loved sweets. and for her, daughter was something sweet.
[break][break]mother and father settled for 'jelly'. that's one of mother's favorite treats.
[break][break]at first, it's an endless blur of joy and bliss. she is a girl of pink hair running around the sala of the house for no other reason. it's excitement of seeing her parents that keeps her going. she, once a child of happiness and cheer, wait for her parents to return and spend some time with her. she is the apple of her eye, and even in the horrible world she is still pampered and cared for by parents who love her to no end.
[break][break]first, it was all heaven.
[break][break]but then, angels fall, and turn into demons. they slowly create hell.
[break][break]these days, they come home, tired and already wanting to kill something to ease their exhaustion. she is terrified of the sudden behavioral changes. her parents become hostile, even towards their own daughter. they always come home, tired from work. jelly tries to understand, she absolutely tries. but she was but a mere child, and even she could not understand the motives of grown-ups sometimes.
[break][break]because of this lack of understanding, she is suddenly beaten up, either with iron rods or their own fists. she is terrified, more so than before. what was once a happy little girl had turned into a child who would suffer the pain her parents had inflicted upon her; she would not be able to forget the pain that would immediately meet her once her parents are in sight, and the mental torture she would have to go through. parents are awful, she already realizes they are.
[break][break]but then, so will she be.
[break][break]
her parents were once angels.
[break][break]but work transforms them into demons.
[break][break]every day is like being poked with iron prods. birthdays are not spent with parties, they are spent with bloody knuckles and broken teeth. she's in despair, and she wants to escape. but being merely a child, she has no idea of what to do, or how to escape this living hell.
[break][break]father is attracted to her. he wants her to himself.
[break][break]it's disgusting to think about, she knows that as fact. but father is persistent; he wants to torture her more, let him linger in her for long, but she always manages to push him away. it's also with unwilling help from her mother, who is envious of her and her father's actions. she thinks jelly is pampered enough, and would need to taste more suffering. he only says he always wants to, he wants to do it with her. jelly is terrified, and also enraged.
[break][break]every day is like being tortured by the devil himself.
[break][break]mother does nothing but beat her with sticks every day. father does not help matters at all; she is always accompanied by an unhealthy smile and the sudden sound of zipping; she is glad nothing has happened, but it almost, almost happens. there is nothing more enraging than to think of her being conquered by that old man. as always, mother will stop him, but it will only be her turn to torment her to no end.
[break][break]it takes one more night before finally, the next day, she disappears from their sight forever.
[break][break]the pain of being beaten to death will scar her eternally.
[break][break]but it's the pain of being left behind by their own daughter that will crush their soul.
[break][break]
she ran away, and now she traverses a hungry peasant.
[break][break]everything was worth it, though. she does not wish to see those two faces ever again. they are not an element to the very success that will reach her in the end; they are nothing but hindrances to her should they ever show their faces to her again. she has escaped the spices of life and is now traversing on her own, and while it is not as equally nice as having a home, it is still... better.
[break][break]she ran away when she was 15.
[break][break]at that same age, she now lives on her own. there is a large city named sundial, miles and miles away from home. she'd taken trains even though she has no money to pay for a ride (kind souls offered to pay for her instead), and walked about 15 hours just to get to where she is now. but the city is large, the city is nice, the city is something she would be loyal to, just as loyal as the walls protecting it.
[break][break]she manages to live in with an elderly woman, who she helps around the house for chores; she is a friendly one, maybe the only real parent she ever has. no one could deny the love and care she had for the young girl. she tells her more about the city named sundial, and treated home like a school. she is also taught about covens. what are covens?
[break][break]the old woman had not explained it to her. she will be admitted to one, she will see. jelly is not sure about it, but she trusts the old woman to much to consider it a lie.
[break][break]at this age, she also meets her familiar, and life becomes more nicer than that.
[break][break]
she lives on her own, now. the old woman has passed away.
[break][break]however, she's now a proud witch, living in accordance to the coven leviathan's rules. she trusts the old woman's words and she's promised her that she would get herself admitted to a coven, and she's made her promise; leviathan had offered the slot to her, and she's not about to throw this chance away to the wind.
[break][break]leviathan is now her new home, the coven's secrets lying close within her heart. she does not know the true mastermind behind the coven, but for now there is no need to recognize a higher-up; only role is important in the coven, and the courage to fight up the top. she will go up the ranks, and she will win against the terrors of the past. she will prove to anyone that she is not worthless, that she is not a toy to be played with, that she is a proud witch and a girl with a new life.
[break][break]she is jelly parim, the girl born from ashes.
[break][break]she is reborn again into something more superior than her demons.
[break][break]
yes. it is.
[break][break]she is more contented than before.
give me a name.
...strange. what was it again?
[break][break]perhaps she has forgotten what it was supposed to be before. she remembers wanting to change it, though, but overtime she's gotten used to the fact that it's her name, it's the word that everybody is supposed to call her with, it's the word that would haunt her and her consciousness forever.
[break][break]
or do you even have one?
of course she has one. it's a name given to her long ago. however, it has no significant meaning, and her parents do not care about such fact. they only care about what their daughter should be, what her future should be. but her future is just as much as undetermined. it's all their fault, though.
[break][break]they treated her like so much shit before. they don't care about her. she doesn't care back.
[break][break]it's a story you would not want to hear.
[break][break]
sugar
sweet smell of honey
her mother loved sweets. and for her, daughter was something sweet.
[break][break]mother and father settled for 'jelly'. that's one of mother's favorite treats.
[break][break]at first, it's an endless blur of joy and bliss. she is a girl of pink hair running around the sala of the house for no other reason. it's excitement of seeing her parents that keeps her going. she, once a child of happiness and cheer, wait for her parents to return and spend some time with her. she is the apple of her eye, and even in the horrible world she is still pampered and cared for by parents who love her to no end.
[break][break]first, it was all heaven.
[break][break]but then, angels fall, and turn into demons. they slowly create hell.
[break][break]these days, they come home, tired and already wanting to kill something to ease their exhaustion. she is terrified of the sudden behavioral changes. her parents become hostile, even towards their own daughter. they always come home, tired from work. jelly tries to understand, she absolutely tries. but she was but a mere child, and even she could not understand the motives of grown-ups sometimes.
[break][break]because of this lack of understanding, she is suddenly beaten up, either with iron rods or their own fists. she is terrified, more so than before. what was once a happy little girl had turned into a child who would suffer the pain her parents had inflicted upon her; she would not be able to forget the pain that would immediately meet her once her parents are in sight, and the mental torture she would have to go through. parents are awful, she already realizes they are.
[break][break]but then, so will she be.
[break][break]
spice
she flees from Hell
her parents were once angels.
[break][break]but work transforms them into demons.
[break][break]every day is like being poked with iron prods. birthdays are not spent with parties, they are spent with bloody knuckles and broken teeth. she's in despair, and she wants to escape. but being merely a child, she has no idea of what to do, or how to escape this living hell.
[break][break]father is attracted to her. he wants her to himself.
[break][break]it's disgusting to think about, she knows that as fact. but father is persistent; he wants to torture her more, let him linger in her for long, but she always manages to push him away. it's also with unwilling help from her mother, who is envious of her and her father's actions. she thinks jelly is pampered enough, and would need to taste more suffering. he only says he always wants to, he wants to do it with her. jelly is terrified, and also enraged.
[break][break]every day is like being tortured by the devil himself.
[break][break]mother does nothing but beat her with sticks every day. father does not help matters at all; she is always accompanied by an unhealthy smile and the sudden sound of zipping; she is glad nothing has happened, but it almost, almost happens. there is nothing more enraging than to think of her being conquered by that old man. as always, mother will stop him, but it will only be her turn to torment her to no end.
[break][break]it takes one more night before finally, the next day, she disappears from their sight forever.
[break][break]the pain of being beaten to death will scar her eternally.
[break][break]but it's the pain of being left behind by their own daughter that will crush their soul.
[break][break]
everything nice
she determines her fate
she ran away, and now she traverses a hungry peasant.
[break][break]everything was worth it, though. she does not wish to see those two faces ever again. they are not an element to the very success that will reach her in the end; they are nothing but hindrances to her should they ever show their faces to her again. she has escaped the spices of life and is now traversing on her own, and while it is not as equally nice as having a home, it is still... better.
[break][break]she ran away when she was 15.
[break][break]at that same age, she now lives on her own. there is a large city named sundial, miles and miles away from home. she'd taken trains even though she has no money to pay for a ride (kind souls offered to pay for her instead), and walked about 15 hours just to get to where she is now. but the city is large, the city is nice, the city is something she would be loyal to, just as loyal as the walls protecting it.
[break][break]she manages to live in with an elderly woman, who she helps around the house for chores; she is a friendly one, maybe the only real parent she ever has. no one could deny the love and care she had for the young girl. she tells her more about the city named sundial, and treated home like a school. she is also taught about covens. what are covens?
[break][break]the old woman had not explained it to her. she will be admitted to one, she will see. jelly is not sure about it, but she trusts the old woman to much to consider it a lie.
[break][break]at this age, she also meets her familiar, and life becomes more nicer than that.
[break][break]
purple is dominant
the color of secrets
she lives on her own, now. the old woman has passed away.
[break][break]however, she's now a proud witch, living in accordance to the coven leviathan's rules. she trusts the old woman's words and she's promised her that she would get herself admitted to a coven, and she's made her promise; leviathan had offered the slot to her, and she's not about to throw this chance away to the wind.
[break][break]leviathan is now her new home, the coven's secrets lying close within her heart. she does not know the true mastermind behind the coven, but for now there is no need to recognize a higher-up; only role is important in the coven, and the courage to fight up the top. she will go up the ranks, and she will win against the terrors of the past. she will prove to anyone that she is not worthless, that she is not a toy to be played with, that she is a proud witch and a girl with a new life.
[break][break]she is jelly parim, the girl born from ashes.
[break][break]she is reborn again into something more superior than her demons.
[break][break]
...is this what you wanted?
yes. it is.
[break][break]she is more contented than before.
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