“Well, I am 264 years old, my birthday is November 10th.” I said as I crossed my arms over my lap, “My mom…her name was Anya Mikalos…at the time she was living in London as a maid for a noble house, the two sons liked to…beat her, they liked to torture her…and they would often do…unspeakable things to her including…rape her multiple times, then because of the era she got pregnant, they would kick her in the stomach, starve her and torture her till she miscarried, they never let her have food, sleep or water while on the property. One day she was cleaning the attic when the two sons attacked her again…she went through the family’s things to see if there was anything that she could take and sell…so she could leave. The family called everything in there as “Last season’s art” and it was entirely Egyptian artifacts, my mother found a canopic jar topped with a jackal head and she…stole it. She was caught by the sons, who threw her into the gutter outside and fired her, which resulted in the pregnancy taking, but she was able to smuggle the jar out…curious, she opened it. It was a magical artifact deeply enchanted with magic of Anubis priests which caused him to…appear before her. They made a deal.”
“Your mother’s a warlock?”
“Was” I said before sighing, “There was a plague going across the UK that was extremely deadly to pregnant women, it caused premature births or miscarriages…Anubis said that he would use his magic to overwrite the DNA of the men who raped her with his own so that the child she bore was his own. She agreed, he explained that the baby would serve as the portal for his magic to enter the world. That baby…was me.”
“Wow”
“It…was difficult, Anubis couldn’t be in the world in flesh and blood, but he supported us. Mum woke up the next morning with a massive chest of gold and…she lived lavishly for the rest of her life, she had this façade of not a noble woman, but an extremely powerful woman who had connections that made her not someone to be messed with. Nobody messed with her and…when the noble family started trying to slander her…things started happening to them which resulted in a lot of people thinking my mother was a witch, that only caused more and more people to be terrified of her.”
“Must have been lonely, no?”
“It was” I said nodding softly, “I don’t have any siblings, the other boys in the schools wouldn’t get close to me because I was branded a witch’s child amongst many other names, so…I took to books, to the arts and other much more “feminine” seen things because I really did not like going outside because no matter where I was…people made comments.”
“That sounds…sad”
“It was, it was a very quiet life, my mother was a very, very good mother, we had endless wealth, endless health and…to an extent, some power because of those two features…but there were just as many hurdles we had to go over and work through because of how people saw my mother and…me.”
“Thank you for helping me, March.”
“What else could I have done, Cian…you were showing yourself in front of humans which is what alerted me first, but then…I saw you were in broken shackles, I wanted nothing more…than to help you.”
“Thank you”
“I’ll try to contact the person I need to talk to about these shackles…have you ever heard the name Temptestitas or…Kálmán Varga?” I asked, Cian went quiet for a few seconds as he was thinking.
“I…I think, but…I have no idea, those names have a weird sense of very distant familiarity, but…I cannot recall anything more than maybe hearing those names once or twice.” He said, I nodded softly.
“We’ll see if he can help you…I’m sorry, I have to go, I need to get back to work.” I said as I stood up and softly gripped his arm.
“Go ahead, I’m not going anywhere” he said making me laugh softly as I let go of his arm before walking out of the room and patted at my pocket while I quickly started thinking about where the closest area for a cigarette was.
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