Post by Hela on Dec 20, 2018 1:14:56 GMT -6
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She was living in exile now, all thanks to her good for nothing father. If you would have told her this just a couple years ago that she was destined to get exiled, she would have laughed in your face. This came up out of almost nowhere putting her at a deep disadvantage. Hela used to have Alastair wrapped around her little finger, he would do almost whatever she would ask at the drop of a hat. She was his little girl and nothing could separate them, or at least she thought and she knew exactly who to blame.
Her mother Helena never approved of her or Alastair’s behaviors and often getting on to him on how he needed to put a stop to it. Usually when her mother does that, her father just ignores her but this time he didn’t, she had finally talked him into changing his ways, reassuring him that this was what was best for him and their daughter. Not too long after that, her father had knocked up her mother and now they were the role model parents.
“Fuck that bitch, I don’t need that bitch or my father. He is powerless without me and will soon regret his decisions.”
At least that’s what she hoped would be the case. Hela knew that she was nothing without her father by her side in their attempt to conquer as much as they could but she wouldn’t dare to admit it. In fact she deeply yearned for her father to come after her to say just that because she knows that she won’t be able to carry on the legacy alone but she had to try. Her whole life has been based on carrying on his legacy. If she failed, she wouldn’t have the slightest clue of what to do with her life.
WORDS: 365
TAGS: Xerxes
NOTES:
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She was living in exile now, all thanks to her good for nothing father. If you would have told her this just a couple years ago that she was destined to get exiled, she would have laughed in your face. This came up out of almost nowhere putting her at a deep disadvantage. Hela used to have Alastair wrapped around her little finger, he would do almost whatever she would ask at the drop of a hat. She was his little girl and nothing could separate them, or at least she thought and she knew exactly who to blame.
Her mother Helena never approved of her or Alastair’s behaviors and often getting on to him on how he needed to put a stop to it. Usually when her mother does that, her father just ignores her but this time he didn’t, she had finally talked him into changing his ways, reassuring him that this was what was best for him and their daughter. Not too long after that, her father had knocked up her mother and now they were the role model parents.
“Fuck that bitch, I don’t need that bitch or my father. He is powerless without me and will soon regret his decisions.”
At least that’s what she hoped would be the case. Hela knew that she was nothing without her father by her side in their attempt to conquer as much as they could but she wouldn’t dare to admit it. In fact she deeply yearned for her father to come after her to say just that because she knows that she won’t be able to carry on the legacy alone but she had to try. Her whole life has been based on carrying on his legacy. If she failed, she wouldn’t have the slightest clue of what to do with her life.
WORDS: 365
TAGS: Xerxes
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CODED BY EMERALD
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