Three years have passed since the day of my cursed birth, and though it wasn't really cursed, but after the way things became and turned out it might as well be right to call that day of mine a curse one.
Ever since I came to this world, I have learnt and taught myself quite a lot actually, a whole lot that if I say so to myself is actually quite impressive. I've learnt the ins and outs of this world. I've learnt the rules and regulations that not only the humans have to follow, but there are certain ones that not just us as the Twelve Calamities but us as the Exorcists, there are ways that we should carry ourselves, ways that we should walk, talk, and even present ourselves.
I've come to know that each family is different, which means with every difference our hierarchy in power, influence, and many important things that the most powerful families should have, but it's no secret there may be Twelve Families, but the real power still lies in the families that were the first ones to ever join the Seven Calamities.
It's no secret that real power belonged to one family, and that is of course my own family, the Morningstar family, and after the whole war that had caused my own father to eliminate the other six families because they chose to see another point of view that was completely and utterly different than his own, I'm not sure if it was fear or he just wanted to find an excuse for him to rebuild the whole families into his image, as now whatever he says they do without not even a single one of them would raise a point and choose to go against his word and decision. Even if they said they don't think it's a good idea, they were afraid of him, and with the way he ruled it was as if he did it on purpose.
But none of that matters right now. This isn't about the Twelve Calamities, but as time goes on I will reveal more about the families, about their differences in power and everything, but now it's more about our power as the children and bloodline legacy of the Morningstar.
Before I became the age that I am right now, my mother would sometime ask her servant and my nanny, who is actually my given servant and more like a spy for my family. Now I'm not sure which one of them is she spying for, but I'm sure it either has to be between my father and Ester.
As I was saying, whenever mom would ask them to give us space, and as much as she would tell them that she wanted to spend more time with me, cause as my mother happened to be the only family member of mine that I grew up around with, the truth is we really didn't need a servant and a nanny. Both for those things we really didn't need anyone, but because she was often gone to who knows where. But from what she told me, and I doubt that she even realised that I could understand her, but she'd say though she's my mother and she has given my father the son that he'd always desired, since they claimed me as their bastard child.
My mother was somehow punished for that from that day on, the day of my cursed birth. The love he had for her was suddenly all gone with all their hopes and dreams, all of it felt like a distant memory, and so he changed towards her, and he had given her back her position, and that's being his servant always by his side. And now that the war had subsided, but the rumours of it starting all over again, my parents were always busy, and though I have no idea what they were busy with because there wasn't much to do.
So our mother and son bonding time was actually the opposite of that, and I won't lie and say that my mom didn't give me all the love. She made me laugh, she made me forget how it felt being casted aside and not know the love of my father, because though I might be in a different world reincarnated as a different person and having a different life, nothing had changed that much apart from knowing the love of a mother. In my previous life I don't remember knowing my parents, I was an orphan.
But now things were different, and as time went on and I had become a certain age, I finally understood that our bonding time was meant to be different than what one may think bonding time should be between mother and child. After all, we were in a different world, and this world was a world of magic and power, which were way more important than anything else.
During our time together, my mother would tell me stories of how great my family is, and she wouldn't just tell me that because she was obligated or anything. Whenever she would tell me that I could see it in her eyes that she loved this family. More like correctly she loved my father. She would tell me all kinds of stories, the kind of stories that made me feel even relieved for once.
After that bastard child thing and curse that was said by the evil stepmother Ester, I had gone all my baby days and years worried that what if her curse was a real thing, because I know for a fact that curses do exist in this world, and there is one family that is part of the Twelve Calamities that is known for curses and dark magic. Though they may not even be that powerful and strong since they don't have their own magic, they still made it up with being great at using curse magic, so I assumed that she had talked to one of them.
I really thought that since I was cursed I was never going to amount to anything like she had said. I had the fear that I might not even have my own magic power, which I'm being honest really scared me to a million pieces.
But all that fear and doubt went away when my mother would come and hold me into her arms, sit in the dimly dark room, and she would tell me and make me understand how things really worked here, and I guess she must have done it because she realised that though I was a baby and had not shown it, but deep down inside my heart that thing really hurt me.
She would tell me, more like give me assurance, that I shouldn't worry since the Twelve Calamities were really different people. It meant things worked differently for them. For instance, since they weren't the only family that had magic, there were other people out there that had magic, and though for them magic treated and worked for them differently, all these people had one thing in common with the Twelve Families.
Their magic abilities were more like a generic thing, and so it was bound that their children would receive their own magical abilities at the age of five, because that's when their bodies had come to adapt to the world that they were born in, the world of magic. And so once their bodies have been formed and molded, when their first trace of magic shows it's still two particles trying to decide on which parent side will that child's body would be equipped to adapt to. Hence, those children tend to have magic powers that come from their families.
Sometimes it happens that it's elemental magical abilities like air, fire, earth, water, and other types of elements that exists, or simply it may happen that it's other type of magic completely different from elements.
And from what I know and from what my mom had told me, most people and families, especially the ones that weren't part of the Twelve Calamities, they most had elemental abilities. Like for instance, her servant and my nanny, both of them had elemental abilities, but they were both different attribute. My nanny had the ability of water, and my mother's servant had the ability of Earth.
And sometimes, but especially in rare cases, it happens that those children be lucky and blessed to possess both abilities from both their parents, but those children are often called the Spirit Children, children that were chosen or blessed by a certain spirit.
Then when it comes to us, one of the families that is part of the Twelve Families, our way of magic is different. We do not have the same magic abilities as the other families. Our magic is different because once we took part in the war, after fighting deities and divinity, our attributes changed along the way, and since we fought and fought non-stop our bodies grew and adapted to the changes and hence given us abilities that are so close to those of our enemies.
Like my father's abilities, his are not the abilities that are known. He has the ability of Calamity, meaning that he can cause death to anyone who he desired, and their death wasn't just your typical, average death, it was devastating, and in order for him to rise with power he had to hear the person or being scream and he had to feel their suffering. And since he had a power like that it was bound to go to me, more like it was meant to be mine, but it didn't.
And out of all his children, my second guess would be my father's abilities were passed down to Ophelia, and from what I hear even Ester has great power, and since she killed all her clan and all their powers went to her it means she has all their abilities, and get this, her ability is Curse.
And when it came to my mother, she really didn't reveal much about herself. I'm guessing that it has to do with her not remembering, cause from what I know she doesn't use her own abilities, and throughout the kingdom it is believed she doesn't have any magic.
After all that, now I had reached the age of three, the age where the children of all the Twelve Calamities start to show up signs of magic particles. Now it was my time to see and know which power did I receive, and the reason I said I didn't get my father's Calamity abilities is because for some reason I couldn't feel anything that would alert me that's the ability I will have. My body felt normal, more like every ounce of magical particle I felt was being rejected.
[ This type of magic attribute particle is rejected ]
That was the first message I saw after the time I was three months old, and now here am I getting sick. I was so weak I couldn't do anything but lie in bed helpless, and that didn't do anything for my mother because she was so worried and there was nothing that she could do either, nor did she understand what the hell was wrong with me.
I was coughing non-stop, even to the point that I vomited nothing but blood that was somehow stained with some black flower like petals. For months I've been weak, and to top it off I was losing weight, sweating like a waterfall. My eyes were getting blur, and I couldn't see nor hear and feel anything. Practically, I was numb.
My mom even tried to inform my father, not just her but her servant and my nanny, but as usual Dionysius Morningstar couldn't care less about his bastard child. All the attention went to his favourite child, Ophelia Morningstar, who from what I hear she is one of those special Spirit Children, since she has both magical abilities of both her parents, the ability of Calamity and the ability of Curse.
There I was lying in bed looking up at the ceiling, barely able to see anything, cause everything in my sight felt like it was covered by mist or fog.
It all started with that message.
Am I really going to die?
Is the only thing that I hoped would not only be a triumph card but also my salvation hell bent on killing me?
I thought and asked myself as I was busy coughing non-stop. I even went to the other side of the bed and vommited what was left inside my body.
Is this really my end?
Tears started to stream down my eyes to my ears.
As I lost all hope and had accepted my fate, not all was that bad.
A sound came to me and took me by surprise. It was the sound I haven't heard in a long time.
PING!
[ All the rejected magic attribute have been cleaned out of your system ]
[ Curse magic has been expelled ]
[ Level Up ]
[ Congratulations, you've been rewarded with immunity ]
A message appeared before me. At first it seemed like it was slowly glitching, but that wasn't the case. It just took my eyes time to adjust.
Then after going through the system messages, a thought came to mind.
I was cursed?.