My Story
Speaking about hatred for ex-boyfriends... I was given to discover its whole another level. But let me start at the beginning. Back in the day when my appearance would mesmerize the men and would have the women to look up to me, I have fallen for an inconspicuous guy called Damon. He was caring and considerate, nothing would foreshadow to what end would that relationship lead. And that end would occur pretty soon as it was no more than a month when She appeared at my doorstep. I never learnt who was she indeed and her physical features remained sketchy in my memory. She was casting thunderbolts from her eyes as she accused me of dating her man. Only then I noticed deathly stench that she brought with herself with a goblet in her hands. Before I could suppose the nature of woman’s relation with Damon she hissed the darkest of curses spilling the contents of her goblet in my face. There was no pain but it made it no better. As I lost awareness of the surroundings never to meet the woman again I transformed and with that, lost my life as I knew it. The scale covering my skin once cherished for its sensual softness, the snakes that took place of my hair once bushy and fair, disturbing change in my once full eyes and talons at the tips of my fingers once gentle and slender, were not enough of a twisted punishment as I was yet to discover. Although I would refuse to see anyone in the days to come, one of my friends determined to see me forced her way into my place, just to turn into stone as soon as she witnessed the horror of my new form. Not before I discovered that I can still function under a disguise have I pulled myself together. Intense make-up and full-body cover would protect others from my deadly appearance. Special contact lenses making my eyes appear human are usually enough but I would usually prefer to wear sunglasses ever since the accident with my second landlord. Just as I started an attempt to rebuild my life I moved into a new flat. Unfortunately my new landlord decided to visit the accomodation in the morning without earlier notice, and since my disguise was not yet complete he was doomed to the same end as my friend before. At this point I decided that I have to move, and abroad from Greece. Pretending a muslim to avoid questioning of my attire I was lucky to find place at the Apparition Residence.
