story of the slain - JOINING

[Margaery]

MARGAERY FOLIE-MIKAELSON

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MAKE ME QUEEN OR
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED

Margaery was no stranger to death.

Her childhood had been riddled with it. Friends, family, even mere acquaintances that she often passed in her village succumbing to the inevitable as the wolves - though sickness and old age did occasionally claim some -  came for them. Ripped them to pieces. She had been so frightened by the idea of death, terrified by its finality, its promise, that she rarely got to live when it counted. Erlend, her warrior, had taught her more about doing things in the face of fear than anything else but in the end, that hadn't mattered. Nothing had mattered when death finally came for her beloved, closing its icy jaws around her neck.

But the prey did not remain the prey. She had crossed over that divide, had become death, just like her father and mother had wanted her to. Had become themselves. At first, she still carried within her that uncertainty, that horror. She was sweet and innocent and unstained by the horrors of the world, her family's precious flower, their sweet pearl. How could she be expected to kill others? She was not made to be a harbinger of death. She should have lived and died in her tiny viking village. And yet, here she was one thousand years later, history splattered with blood and deceit. A godforsaken creature of the night. A monster.

That word had never sat right with Margaery. She was of the firm belief that she hadn't asked for this fate, hadn't wanted anything to do with it actually. Her parents had paved this road for her, forcing her to offer up her mortal soul and exchange it for an immortal one. There was a price though... there always was a price. Immortality was a wonderful concept to consider until one remembered the consequences that it carried with it. Bloodlust was not pretty, nor did it benefit anyone but herself. And that hunger... that terrible, awful, rotten hunger... It ate at her day in and day out.

Margaery would not lie though: there had been brief times in her history when she had relished in her immortality. She was a death incarnate, stronger and faster and far more intelligent than her prey. She could rip apart anyone if she felt like it and then dine for hours upon their blood. It was times such as those that she truly had become the monster. Unfeeling. Unbothered. Unattached. Her behavior from those days disgusted her, absolutely disgusted her.

Rin's voice suddenly pulled her from her thoughts and, concerned, Margaery brushed her troubles away to investigate. [b]"Is everything alright?" She inquired quietly upon arriving, a gray gaze falling over the form of the cub with newfound concern. Bastilleprisoner had once told her that she was a monster, not a mother, but she had long since come to the conclusion that she could be both - was both. She'd be lying if she said that she didn't feel her maternal instincts kicking in with every passing second. "Oh my," She breathed after another moment, "Are you lost?" She wondered if the cub had been separated from their parents or if their split had been at their own accord. Whatever the reason, she of course would be there to mother them.

"I'm Margaery Mikaelon, love. This is the Ascendants."

© MADI