“She is a filthy being and I want her out of the house!” cried the woman, tossing the soiled blanket to the floor in utter disgust as the tip tapping of her feet carried her out of the child's room and into the study where her husband sat. Her shrill voice caused the man's head to throb in the beginnings of a migraine each time he had to listen to her. “She is your illegitimate child and I want her out of this house. She is not even part of this family. Look at her, just look at her Jordan! You take one look at that girl and tell me she isn't the devil incarnate. Look at that terrible birthmark on her body. Daughter of Satan, I say. How could you lay in bed with such a creature? Jordan, are you listening to me? I want her out of this house. I want her gone and never to return or so help me I will turn my back on you and take Violet with me and we will leave you with your devil child.”
“Yes, dear,” was all the man could reply, nodding frequently to her words while trying as hard as he could to tune the woman out. Ever since that child was accepted into the house hold, the entire world had turned upside down, the house filling with a chaos that couldn't settle. Something had to be done, and he had to stand up and take charge in order to do that.
It was years ago when he had his love affair with Mechora. He didn't expect or even think it could end so poorly, but he adored the woman as much as she did he. Even now, if asked, he wouldn't be able to put his finger on the exact time in which he had met the woman, but he knew that it was easy to love her after dealing with his wife here for so many years. And Mechora, unlike his wife he had now, did not adore him for the wealth or the power or the title that came with marrying a lordly king. Or, at least, he was king of his kingdom, even if his kingdom only held one, perhaps two small towns surrounding the area. It wasn't the grandest of kingdoms, but that didn't matter. When he met Lily and married her, she desired it for the plain idea of being called Queen and having her children be called Prince and Princess. Not so with Mechora though. Perhaps her own title kept her from such mortal desires, though.
He never did find out what that title was.
Out of wedlock, they produced a child five years ago. And four years ago, even though the idea of being with each other was absolute bliss, she learned that he was already married and had been since long before their affair, so she pushed the responsibilities of taking care of the child she no longer wished to look at into his lap. He accepted, albeit begrudgingly.
He didn't know why the little girl Niokala looked like she did or why she seemed to upset the household so much. He did know, though, that upon giving Niokala to the family that Mechora cursed the lot of them. Cursed them into destruction and demise where Niokala would see it all and dance upon their graves. Rubbish, he decided, though he did take some caution to the wind.
Ever since, it was as if the entire world had been turned upside down. The child went from being Violet's equal to living in the slave's quarters to slowly being pushed towards the dungeon. Something had to be done to satisfy the household again and let them all live in peace.
