Raising Diana. Tentatively pushing Diana on her journey after she discovers some truths from unexpected sources. But can she trust them? Part 3 takes us to the next step of her journey as Diana fights for what she believes in. As always you can read as a standalone piece of you can go back to read parts one and two before this one.
Raising Diana: Who Do You Trust When Everyone is Out For Themselves?
Fiercely loyal, Diana will protect her kind and those she loves to the end of the Earth. But is it enough? And can she save everything she holds dear from those trying to destroy her world before it is too late? It’s time to go to war but exactly who is Diana fighting and can she trust those who say they are there to help her?
It had been a week. 7 whole days elapsed without him in the world. In her world, their world. Rumours were flying around quicker than a juicy piece of gossip at high school. Yet she hadn’t confronted them. Neither had she admitted or denied what was being said.
How could she confront something she had yet to come to terms with herself? It still left a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach everytime she thought about it. Her heart physically broken, soul destroyed. The events of that night had taken a piece of her, she could feel it deep inside as if she was missing a limb.
Letting the demon take full control is something her kind are taught to fight. To use their demonic powers as an extension of themselves, sure. To relinquish themselves completely and retreat from the monster is something only the most powerful of their kind are ever able to come back from.
Diana knew she was the true ruler of her people. She had long since learnt the lengths and depths of her control. Of how to remain conscious in the belly of the beast as the Demia assumed her physical body before stepping back into it as if she had never left, was a power she was most proud of holding. What she wasn’t a fan of were the memories. The feelings, the thoughts left behind once the monster had been removed and put back to sleep inside her. She may not have committed the acts as Diana but she knew and felt every move, every action, every death.
The transformation was reserved for those that truly deserved it. When Connor told her of all he knew, and about who was behind the murders happening around town on behalf of the demonic rulers of her world, she knew what she must do despite how much it would hurt. She had no regrets on that front, but it didn’t mean killing him would hurt any less. When he pointed the finger at Daniel her whole world imploded.
He was her best friend, the one who had been with her since kindergarten and as they made their way through high school.
Her person, to quote Meridith Grey. He was her Cristina. And right now standing in front of her, he denied it, of course. Knowing her secret Daniel was fully aware that it most definitely wasn’t Diana standing before him on the edge of the beach that night.
Connor had pleaded with her of course. As the leader of the shadow makers, she had expected him to goad her, push her but that night was different. He was different. The creature who had pushed her to the edge to bring out the demon inside her, was now having a change of heart? Something didn’t smell right. Looking back she could see it more clearly now.
Only she wouldn’t do it. I mean it was Daniel. No one knew him the way she did. He wouldn’t. Despite Connor’s insistence and evidence to the contrary. Diana was rarely sure of anything but she was of this. Connor could spin an enchanting yarn that’s for sure. Sat there at the head of her table, just a few short hours ago, she had watched him. Listened to his words. She had let him believe that she believed him. He fed the fire, the ire inside her and let him bait her until she had no choice but to arrange to meet Daniel and put an end to this once and for all. Her drama teacher told her she would never make it as an actress but that night she put on the performance of her life and now she had to pay the price.
Diana glanced up from the spot she had been sitting in for days now, in her room back on the farm. She saw Daniel was still there. Asleep, his blonde curls swaying across his eyebrows as he jerked, his dreams getting the better of him, but he hadn’t left her. Blood was spilt that night, 7 days ago. A mere week but one that felt like more like a lifetime.
And now the shadow makers would be out for her blood, hers and Daniels.
Luckily the spells were keeping the shadow makers and all the other magical beings away from the farm for now. But it wouldn’t hold them forever and they would stop at nothing until they too had their revenge. After all, she had just killed their leader and thrust their world into turmoil. Connor hadn’t wanted to join forces with her people. Diana had realised that before she became too distracted by him. He wanted power. To destroy her and her people so he could rule the magical world himself. His plan was to use her and her birthright to get him to where he thought he deserved to be. But Diana’s fight was bigger than him, bigger than them and no-one was going to stand in her way.