Ch. 1 Everyone Thinks That We're Perfect

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Blight Manor. On the outside, everything seems to be perfect in every way. A beautiful garden. Woods surrounding the house. The manor stood on a small hill and to many witches a perfect family lived there. Alador and Odalia Blight, head leaders of the Abomination and Oracle coven, parents to Emira, Edric and Amity Blight.

To everyone on the isles they were a perfect family...But all things are not as they appear.

On the inside, the manor is ruled by a sadistic woman who only cares about appearances and keeping everyone under her control. If someone was out of line she would put them in their 'proper place'.

Today, like one of many that has happened, the children are in school and all was quiet. To quiet. What was strange was that most of the servants have been dismissed for the day, except for the few that Mrs. Blight could trust.

Deep in the manor's basement, there is a secret room. It's cold and dark with only a few light spells keeping in somewhat light, with dried blood on one of the walls. On one end of the room, Odalia is holding a long whip in hand and on the other side of the room Alador is in chains.

His wrists were hung above his head, braced together and chained to a beam near the top of the ceiling. He is on his knees with his ankles tied down to the floor. If it weren't for the chains being anti magic restraints he would have summoned an abomination and broken free.

"Now dear don't go fainting on me this time. Unless you want it to be worse the next time." Odalia snapped, gripping her hand on the whip tightly.

The first strike of the whip came, targeting his shoulder blade. Hot, burning, white fire; ripping his skin apart. He could feel a trickle of blood running down his back. He curled his fists tightly, biting back a scream. More blows quickly followed, each time the whip dug into his flesh, opening up new and old wounds. Alador bit his lip hard, squeezing his eyes shut.

His knuckles turn white, Odalia smirks and strikes him again. The scars on his back that he's had for so many years have opened up and etched through his back. They hurt so much. They stung. They burned. They bled. He knew he was a disgusting sight.

She continued for what seemed like forever. Finally after what felt like hours Odalia stopped. Her heals clicked on the stone floor as she walked over to her husband. Using a key she pulled from her dress pocket, she unlocked the chains and he fell the floor.

He grunted in pain and tries to stand up but the pain was just unbearable. He hissed under his breath as he attempted to move again but he couldn't. Every part of him was screaming in pain.

Odalia stared down at the bloody man in  disgust before kneeling in front of him, she held his chin up to meet her gaze.

"Do you understand why your being punished this time?....No? People are talking. There are rumors. Nasty little rumors, That I have heard from Boscha's mother. That you have allowed our Amity to date that human." She said bitterly with venom in her voice.

Alador's eyes widen thinking about his daughter. A few weeks ago, Amity had come out saying that she was in love with Luz the human. Knowing her mother would never approve, Amity told him first. He sat her down over some tea and told her that was perfectly okay with her dating the human girl. She was so happy. A couple days later, Amity and Luz started dating each other.

Odalia's grip on Alador's chin tightened as she forced him back to reality. "If I ever hear anything like this again, your punishment will only get worse."

There's something dangerous in her eyes and he nods his head. She smirks. She released her grip on his chin and left the room. He just lays there for a while on the cold stone floor, his back in immense pain.

The only thing on his mind at the moment is the children. His children. He knows he's not been the best father but he's promised them that he will do what it takes to be better, to protect them. Eventually exhaustion took over and everything went black.
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Several hours later, the children were asleep in there rooms. Odalia checked on them before she went down to the basement. Their personal maid and butler, Emma and Ezra, followed close behind.

Unlocking the door to the room, Emma quickly stepped in first and kneeled beside Alador. Drawing a circle in the air, she dresses the wounds and bandages wrap around his back. Ezra then helped him stand up, and with Emma's help they get upstairs to the master suite.

Both servants were forced to keep this secret other wise Mrs. Blight would find a way to put them in their 'Proper Place' for low class witches like them. Unbeknownst to them, Mr. Blight has heard them whisper about how this was wrong and that the woman was insane etc.

After both left, Alador forces himself up as much as it hurt, he changes into his night clothes and slips into bed, laying on his side.

Not long after Odalia climbs into bed, she slides close to him, wrapping her arms around his torso and pressing her nose to the back of his neck. He inhales sharply feeling the slashes on his back stinging again.

"You know I punish you like this because I love you Alador, I just want to show you that you can do better, you can be better, for our family name. For our children." she whispers, voice deceptively kind. "Why don't you stay home tomorrow? You look awful."

He feels awful.

"I'm sorry, dear," his voice monotone and unaffected as he can make it. "The coven is going through some new abomination experiments and I am needed there tomorrow." He tenses.

She squeezes him tightly, her nails digging into his skin. Then she lets go. She just. . . lays there. After a time, her breathing grows even, slow, and deep. She has fallen asleep.

He lays in the darkness for a while. Until he can no longer keep his eyes open. No matter how much she punished him or hurts him, he will not be broken. He will not let her see how weak he is. And she will never ever find out his secret.
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Author's Note: Hello beautiful people! I'm very excited to share my story here and hope you enjoyed it.
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