Elvira’s story-Siren’s Desire

*This origin story is underneath my folder titled “Siren’s Desire”. Gacha Club character designs are under my forum titled “My character designs<33”. Enjoy!*

Once, in a town called “Moon’s Beach”, named after how the moon reflected rainbow iridescent colors on the ocean water, there were two twin sisters named Isadora and Elvira Winston.

The Winston girls were the daughters of witches and because of that, they had witch abilities of their own. Isadora could speak in song and make the water twist and turn by her will, whereas Elvira could change the appearance of objects and living things. Not only that, but for some strange reason, Elvira was born with a monstrous, jagged-tooth mouth on her stomach. It was odd, yes, but it could be easily hidden and it wasn’t a big deal to either sister, for in their eyes, they were both witches, both sisters and therefore, both connected deeper than any differences.

For a while, they were both just content to play with each other at the beach, using their magic to their hearts’ content when no one else was around, which was common, since people only came in the summer. That much was enough for them.

But then they turned ten. Then, Isadora had begun to have a desire to meet Prince Rhian Bamford, the son of Queen Arcana and King Gervase Bamford, a royal family who visited Moon’s Beach whose son was the same age as the Winston girls. Isadora had never cared for him before until that instance and goodness, did it annoy Elvira!

“Shall we meet the Prince today?” Isadora would ask every day or something similar to that. It was a question Elvira wouldn’t understand, because why would she need to see the Prince when she had Elvira? And so, Elvira always responded with something similar to:

“No, no. Let us play.”

Isadora would groan in response, storm away and the distance between them would grow wider than before. It was in moments like those where Elvira wondered what she did wrong, what changed between them.

Still, she didn’t want to give up. Isadora was her sister and she would always love Isadora dearly, no matter what.

Because wasn’t that what love was all about? Love despite all conflict?

Wasn’t it?

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What was happening to her? Her whole body was twisting and morphing into that of some kind of hunched creature, the teeth on her stomach dripping blood from its mouth…what was she? Where was she? Everything was so dark…so cold…so stifling…the walls were closing in on her…

Was she sent away to rot? Did the world really think of her as that much of a monster? Was that why? It’d make sense, honestly. Isadora didn’t even want to talk to her anymore. Soon, she’d be nothing but teeth and then she’d be locked away in darkness forever, decaying away, unloved and uncared for…Elvira scratched her fingers on the wall, the wall that was pressing too close to her skin and-

Elvira woke up. Sweat ran down her forehead and stuck to her clothes, she could feel every inch of her skin, every reminder that she was “different”.

It was nothing more than a nightmare. She was still in her bed, it was early in the morning. She was okay.

Elvira turned around, towards the bed next to her and found that Isadora wasn’t there. She didn’t panic, because what if Isadora went out to the beach? She’d just have to look for her there.

So, she went out to the beach and found that Isadora wasn’t there, either. That terrified her immensely, but Elvira told herself to calm down. Isadora always wanted to go out to town by herself, maybe she just ran off there. It’d be rather rude of her to do so, but it wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t like Isadora was lost. Elvira would find her.

There wasn’t anything to worry about.

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Once Elvira was in town, she searched for Isadora, hoping that she’d see a girl around her age with curly blond hair and green eyes, the mirror image of herself.

She was looking at every corner, in every alley, in every street, but found nothing. Nobody was awake. Nobody was out and about. The town was dead, so silent it didn’t seem like even ghosts resided there and-

What was she doing with the Prince? Because the only boy in town who could be wearing such crisp blue clothes was the Prince himself and from what Elvira was seeing, Prince Rhian was attending to speak to her sister but couldn’t think of anything to say because he was pathetic, a pathetic excuse of a boy who was worth more as a fish.

A fish? Huh, well, that wasn’t a bad idea! Maybe she should try it! Maybe she should teach Prince Rhian a lesson for coming near Isadora!

Elvira closed her eyes and took a deep breath, imagining Prince Rhian’s skin solidifying into that of scales…his body shrinking and folding against itself…his lungs gasping for air…was it working? Was her spell working?

“Elvira? Why are you here?” Isadora’s voice cried out angrily.

Elvira opened her eyes and would have smiled at seeing her spell with turning Prince Rhian into a fish worked, but seeing Isadora outside with the Prince had brought Elvira into frustration at how she just…ran off and so instead, she snapped:

“I woke up from a bad dream and looked for you, but you weren’t around. I went to the beach but I didn’t see you. Now I’m here and…why are you talking to Prince Rhian? Why do you care so much about him?”

“Because he’s the Prince of my dreams and you turned him into a fish! Turn him back! TURN HIM BACK NOW!” Isadora yelled, her eyebrows furrowing, her soft voice rising like an ocean wave scraping Elvira against the sand if she went too deep.

It scared Elvira a little, but she wouldn’t let it change her mind. Prince Rhian was Isadora‘s problem to get rid of, not hers.

“You do it! You’re a witch too.” Elvira said.

Isadora glared at her witheringly before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, just like Elvira did, trying to summon the energy within her. Elvira knew that it wasn’t Isadora’s strong suit to change the appearance of things, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t try. She just had to try something, just like Elvira had to try and be normal.

“I can’t do it.” Isadora said, opening her eyes, her voice cracking as though she wanted to cry.

Elvira looked at Prince Rhian flopping on the ground, gulping and gasping for air, then to Isadora’s defeated face. Her twin sister, with a voice that could soothe anyone, with hair that seemed slightly curlier and more ethereal than Elvira’s own, was sad. Just plain old sad.

It irritated Elvira greatly, but it would have hurtled her more if Isadora was still sad, so she went along and summoned the magic within her to bring Prince Rhian’s human skin back, his human height, his human eyes.

After she was done changing him back, Prince Rhian went along his merry way, not remembering how he became a fish, yet still, Isadora’s green eyes flared with venom and still, she grasped Elvira’s wrist like a neck she wanted to choke and stormed off with her.

Horror sprinkled with confusion funneled in Elvira’s head as she thought:

Why is Isadora still mad?

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Once they had made it back home, Isadora slammed the door behind her and yelled at the top of her lungs, not caring that their parents were in the middle of breakfast:

“Mommy! Daddy! Elvira turned the Prince into a fish! I went out to town to meet him and then she came and made him a fish! She changed him back, but I’m still mad!”

Mommy and Daddy exchanged looks with each other as though they were trying to figure out the right way to fix it, then Mommy said:

“Isadora, going out was irresponsible of you, but Elvira…how do we know that you won’t turn other people into fish? That you won’t turn other people into different animals? Come here, Elvira.”

Isadora let go of Elvira’s wrist, Elvira walked up to Mommy. What did she want? Why did she want Elvira to come to her? Why did she say it so softly, like the ocean when it was calm? What was going on?

Mommy and Daddy got up from their chairs. Elvira swallowed hard, they didn’t look quite right, suddenly standing up like that.

“Follow me, Elvira.” Daddy said.

Daddy led the way, Mommy followed after him. Elvira followed both her parents, but she could hear Isadora following her from behind. She wasn’t supposed to do that, but Elvira didn’t say anything.

It felt better to have Isadora behind her as they both followed their parents up the stairs, to do something Elvira had no idea about.

The stairs creaked under their footsteps as they walked up higher, the smell of mildewy, old smelling dust wafted in the air. Their house looked clean, in hindsight, but if one looked closely enough, they would see that there was dust on every surface, a coating of white powder.

Finally, they had made it to the top stairs, standing in front of an unassuming white door…except for the fact that it had one small window with bars, like a prison…a prison?! What were the bars for? Were they really necessary? Wh-

Mommy tied a white cloth around Elvira’s mouth. She didn’t even have time to run, for Daddy had quickly grabbed Elvira by her shoulders and opened the doorknob, taking her to the dusty, furniture-less room waiting inside and bolting her to the walls with chains, still not taking off the gag.

Before Elvira knew it, her parents walked out of the room and closed the door behind them, Isadora’s shocked eyes the last thing Elvira saw before she was all alone.

She didn’t see the chains in the room until it was too late. She didn’t know that her parents would send her up there. Why did they do it?

“It’s what she needs.” Elvira heard Mommy say outside the door.

But…why?

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Years had gone by since their parents had locked Elvira up. Isadora had tried unlocking the door from the other side a few times, but when it wouldn’t budge, she stopped doing it. If anything, Elvira was happy that Isadora tried to free her at all, because it showed that Isadora really did care about her.

Even though their parents never gave Elvira food, even though Elvira was hanging onto mere threads of life, at the end of the day, she still smiled under her gag, because Isadora loved her enough to talk to her about anything, mostly Prince Rhian, who Elvira loathed, but still! Isadora cared! She saw Elvira as a person and not a monster! More than that, she saw Elvira as a sister.

Because the years had trudged on, no longer was Elvira ten years old, but sixteen. Their parents didn’t give her any food, but every day on her birthday, Mom would unchain her and give Elvira a new nightgown to wear, one that would fit her. Mom would stay in the room, Dad would stay outside, just to make sure Elvira wouldn’t escape.

At sixteen years old, Elvira was wearing a white nightgown. Like all nightgowns, it stuck to her skin, slick with sweat, so sticky that she could feel the mouth on her stomach breathing under the cloth. Whenever Isadora wasn’t around, she felt less than the dust in the room, but any time that happened, she’d look out the one window in the room and stare at the sky. That calmed her down…usually.

But one night, in Spring, she heard footsteps downstairs. It was late into the night, when the sky had only a few stars embedded in. It was so late that Elvira expected everyone else to be asleep, but no, there were footsteps. Two of them, to be exact.

As Elvira lay helpless on the ground, she wondered who would be up so late. Was it anybody in the house? Did somebody break in? Was her family going to die and was she going to eventually starve? Why were the footsteps getting closer? Why-

Elvira could hear someone approach her door. She turned her head and was grateful that her throat was too weak to scream, for staring back at her through the small, rectangular opening on the door was a pair of seaweed-green eyes that she never saw in her life. She didn’t know why the eyes were there, but it was like that for what felt like an unnecessarily prolonged time until-

“Israfel?!” Isadora’s voice asked, panicked.

Elvira froze. Isadora knew the owner of the eyes, but why did she sound so scared? What made her so frightened? Even the eyes stopped looking at her, the cold claw of terror still clutched at Elvira’s throat.

“Who is that girl and why is she all chained up? Why does she look like you?” Israfel-she thought that was his name-asked.

Elvira would have curled her fists if it weren’t for the fact that they were held back by clunky chains, if it weren’t for the fact that it felt like the skin on her bones was peeling off.

What right did Israfel have to be asking those questions? It wasn’t any of his business to know. Why did he sound so accusatory? He didn’t have any right to be speaking to Isadora that way.

“That’s my twin sister, Elvira. She was not only born with immeasurable power that could change the makeup of living things and objects, but she has a second, monstrous mouth on her stomach. She frightens people, so we keep her in here.” Isadora said.

Though Elvira felt a surge of pride in her at Isadora’s words, she also felt…dismayed. Others were afraid of her? But she never really spoke to anyone! She never wanted to harm a soul! Was she really locked up because people were afraid of her? Was-

No. Isadora loved her and that was all that mattered. Things weren’t perfect, but that didn’t mean that it was for the bad. She had to make the best of her situation.

It was Israfel, the new person, who was the problem. Israfel, who asked too many questions. Israfel, who seemed distrustful of Isadora from his tone of voice, needed to stop. It wasn’t up to him to ask all of those questions. He wasn’t a part of the family, he didn’t grow up with her and Isadora.

He didn’t get it.

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“You know, Elvira, I don’t think that I’m going to go out to the beach anymore. It’s just…not worth it to me.”

Those were the words that Isadora said to Elvira the night after Israfel came over. She still didn’t know who Israfel was and why he came over at all, but she didn’t ask. If Isadora wanted to tell her, she would.

Besides, it was nice to have Isadora visit her at night and know that it would be like that well into the Summer and on the other seasons that would come along. Maybe one day, Elvira would be unchained and allowed to be free. Maybe one day, she would get to make up for all the time that she didn’t get to spend with Isadora, all the time that she was locked away.

And it was like that when Summer came, until it wasn’t.

Until, just like in the Spring, there was one night that didn’t seem right. Isadora didn’t show up for hours…and hours…and hours…

Just like that one night, the sky was so dark that only a few stars were out. But was she really going to lie and wait? Was she really going to spend the rest of her life chained up? Sure, she probably would be freed as an adult, but then, would she? What if there was a way for her to escape? What if there was a way for her to escape all along? She had to escape, especially if Isadora was possibly in danger!

But where would she even start? She was chained up, she hadn’t eaten anything since she was ten, and her brain was starting to twist with thoughts and dreams that didn’t make any sense, yet horrified her all the same.

Elvira took a deep, shaky breath. She just had to try. Trying was the best she could do, the best anybody could do.

With that in mind, Elvira took a deep, shaky breath and closed her eyes, just like what she did before and imagined the chains unraveling, the chains falling away from her skin, letting her finally move her limbs…

She heard the chains drop to the ground and then, she didn’t feel them at all.

Elvira opened her eyes. Her wrists were bleeding, as were her ankles, but at least she wasn’t chained up anymore. She could have done it all that time she was trapped, yet it never really mattered to her until that night, when Isadora didn’t come. At that moment, she knew the only way to help Isadora was to try and break free.

When she saw that the chains were off, she wasted no time and staggered up on her feet, towards the door. She turned the knob and just as she suspected, it was locked. So, once more, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to summon up the energy within her to turn the knob.

But goodness, all of those years of being locked away had piled on top of her, catching up to her. It took so much energy to get rid of the chains, how would she open the door? The one window in the room was big enough to fit her hands, but that was it. She couldn’t actually jump out of it. It was a miracle she was even still alive! How would she manage to save herself then? How-

CHOMP!

Elvira’s stomach mouth had bitten off the doorknob, leaving a hole big enough for her hand to slip through.

Which was just what she did, slipping her hand through the hole and using one clawed finger to pick the lock. With her hands free, she could do so much more.

The door swung open and out Elvira stumbled, placing her hands on the wall to stop herself from falling. Moonlight streamed in from the windows, the hallway was dipped in a pale-blue haze. She could hear the waves calmly lapping and splashing on the sand, could feel her head spin from the dizziness of finally breaking free, the emptiness inside her from not eating a single thing.

She was going to pass out if she didn’t eat something instantly. She wouldn’t have enough energy in her if she didn’t eat something soon.

But that could wait. She got out so that she could find Isadora and so that was what she would do, that was her main priority. If she survived years without food, then she could certainly survive seconds. Eating could wait.

Elvira kept one hand on the wall and the other to her side, following what she remembered to be the room she and Isadora shared. Her legs felt like they were going to crackle and break any second, so it was important that she used the wall to support her, so that their parents wouldn’t hear her falling.

It felt too good to be true, for her to break out and no one to hear her. But maybe their parents were just so deep in their dreams that they couldn’t hear her at all. Maybe they dismissed any loud or odd noises they heard as something else, so caught up in their belief that it was impossible for Elvira to escape.

A colder, darker thought slipped into Elvira’s mind:

Maybe they forgot about her. Maybe that was why they didn’t come down, because they forgot that she existed over the years, because she faded into the back of their minds. Maybe-

But the important thing was that Isadora remembered her, Isadora kept visiting her. Isadora was who she was looking for and Isadora was the only important thing on her mind.

Elvira stopped. She had made it to the door of the bedroom that they shared. It had been such a long time since they shared it, but it was still their bedroom. The room that their parents sent her to never felt like her own, ever.

Elvira turned the knob and took tiny, gentle steps inside. Her ankles were still wobbly, she had to balance herself carefully.

From standing in the middle of the room, in the space between their two beds, she could see not only the lack of Isadora, but the glaring reminder of just how different they were from each other.

On Isadora’s side of the room were collected seashells that glistened and gleamed, watercolor paintings that had softly bright colors like moonbeams, and Isadora’s bed sheets were prim, pristine and clean.

Elvira’s side of the room was clean as well, except she still had dolls from childhood with dirt smeared on their pale, porcelain faces from taking them outside to play on the rare days that Isadora wanted to do something else. They were dolls that were best kept in the house, but she wanted to take them outside to have an adventure with her anyway, despite all the muck that would get in their intensely curled hair, large glass eyes, and delicate silk and lace dresses. Because in her eyes, the dolls deserved to have a little fun in their lives.

There were scraps of paper in her side of the room as well, paper that had stories of monstrous girls living in the shadows. It would look ridiculous to anyone who read it, but to Elvira, reading them filled her with a swooping surge of fury and sorrow, all the feelings of being tossed aside sprinkled onto the paper. She tried to stay as positive as she could, but sometimes, there were days that it was too obvious how different she was.

There were also boxes upon boxes upon boxes of jewelry that she and Isadora made when they were younger, jewelry that Isadora didn’t want one day and gave to Elvira, jewelry that Elvira held dear to her heart, that felt like extensions of Isadora to her.

It had occurred to Elvira at that moment that she was still wearing the gag, so she took it off and let it slip to the floor, the last thing she needed to do to free herself.

Well, it wasn’t really the last thing she needed to do, since the white nightgown was still sticking onto her with the sweat. She needed to change, she needed to wear something that didn’t feel like it was engulfing every part of her, something that didn’t make her feel like a little girl locked away.

She looked inside of her own closet, thinking that if her parents remembered enough to change out her nightgowns, then they would have bigger clothes in her closet, but no, everything only fit a small child.

Elvira sighed. That would mean she had to take a dress from Isadora’s closet and she didn’t like the idea of stealing from Isadora, even if she wasn’t around at the moment.

But she didn’t like the idea of being stuck in a white nightgown more, so she walked over to Isadora’s side of the room and rummaged through Isadora’s closet until she found a black dress that layered out like a ballgown, but wasn’t obnoxiously poofy. There was a white collar on the neck that had a black bow in the middle. Elvira smiled. It reminded her of the uniforms the girls at the nearby school wore. She and Isadora were never allowed to go to that kind of school, they had to be homeschooled because of their abilities, but Elvira always imagined that going to an all-girls where everyone wore uniforms would be filled with nothing but friendships, the important things that mattered in life, that mattered more than running away with some guy. It meant that everything would be perfect, that the joy of connectedness wouldn’t go away. It meant that nothing changed, but in a good way.

After Elvira put the dress on, she walked slowly to the window. Her balance was getting better, but she still needed to be extra careful. She’d have to leave and find Isadora soon, but it had been so many years since she had felt the fresh air. Breathing in the beach air wouldn’t be too bad, right?

Once she was at the window, Elvira stuck her head out so that she could feel the ocean breeze. The lace white curtains flowed and swayed from the wind, like the waves in the water she stared at, but they weren’t as magical, weren’t as nostalgic. The cold air and crashing water that built up against the sand were welcoming to Elvira’s soul after years of her life in one room with one window. Outside was infinite and it would be made all the better once she found Isadora…but wouldn’t it be better if she looked out the window a little more? Surely, simply sticking her head out wasn’t enough.

The mere thought of feeling the wonderful abundance of outside prompted Elvira enough to lean out a little bit more of the window, so much closer that she could not only taste and smell the salt in the air, but feel it in her eyes and on her skin and in her hair and-

She had leaned out too far. Down, down, down she fell until she landed on her back on cold white sand that she imagined was like the snow in the winter fairytale stories she read about, only softer, like the kind of kisses Mom and Dad would give her on the forehead before they locked her up.

Elvira couldn’t believe her luck. She had just fallen down from a towering height, hadn’t eaten anything in years and yet, she was still alive. Why? Because of willpower? Because she believed in herself? It didn’t seem like much, but it made sense to her all the same. She was a witch, so maybe belief fueled with her powers was enough to make her survive throughout excruciating, seemingly impossible fears.

She sat up from the ground and noticed at first the tall, swaying sea grass, like her and Isadora’s hair when they played so close to the water that the wind ruffled and knotted their curly hair. She then caught sight of the glowing, full pale moon, its light chilling, but warm at the same time. It was the only source of light that she could look at, that wouldn’t burn her eyes like the sun. It was there for her throughout childhood and it was the simple sight of the moon that let Elvira know she would be okay, that she’d be able to brave through it.

With that in mind, Elvira tore her eyes away from the moon and turned them towards something that rustled in the grass, something that revealed itself as a hare and lunged towards the hare, biting into its flesh, relishing in its meat. She didn’t care for its screams, as long as she could eat.

Once she had finished eating it, once she had even finished licking the blood off its bones, Elvira got up and made her way on finding Isadora.

The hare had given her energy. She could balance herself perfectly. The cold air gave her clarity. Her head was no longer dizzy.

Elvira was present.

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Elvira thought to first look in the beach, as it was the place she and Isadora used to go to and it was a good thing that she did, because once she got closer, she could hear voices and the voices were screaming, pleading:

“Let us go! Please!”

One of the voices, she could recognize as Isadora. The other voice was one of a boy who sounded vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t put a name to it.

Even though she didn’t recognize the other voice, Elvira still ran as fast as she could to save Isadora and the boy, to stop their screams, to stop the thrashing in water-thrashing in water? Was Isadora and the boy trying to swim? The thrashing in water sounded exactly like the flailing of limbs in the ocean. Elvira and Isadora never swam in the ocean and it seemed like Isadora didn’t bother practicing herself while Elvira was locked away…but why would they both be struggling in the water? What was going on? What-

Israfel.

Elvira had made it to Isadora, but it was too late. That boy with the awful, nightmarish seaweed-green eyes was in the water, the body of a boy with wavy black hair dressed in crisp clothes and sparkling riches, a sign that he was a Prince, Prince Rhian and the body of a girl with curly blond hair in a maroon dress with many frills, a pearl necklace on her neck, white socks with a single maroon bow on them, finished off with black Mary Janes…it was none other than Isadora.

Staring at Israfel’s seaweed green eyes, his pale skin stretching and twisting over his bones, his long, black hair dripping with water and sticking to his face, Elvira couldn’t help but see him as nothing more than a monster. A monster who lurked in the shadow of the sea, who…

She knew just what to do with Israfel. For the first time since she was ten, Elvira spoke:

“You hath killed my sister in cold blood

Your heart now will never know love

You will sing to find your food

To eat away at other girls

And let them sink to their doom

For down in the sea you will be

If you choose to kill me and other Winston girls three

You shalt set the world to be flooded all over

An ocean of pain, caused by you, the unlucky clover”

Her curse to Israfel was that he would be a siren forever, a mercreature who had to lure girls to him with his songs in order to survive and if he killed her and three other girls in her family, then the entire world would flood over and he would have nothing left.

A fitting curse for someone who took her whole world away.

“Your sister didn’t love you. She-“ Israfel began, but Elvira wouldn’t hear it. He had no right to say how Isadora felt, he didn’t know her the way Elvira did. In fact, he didn’t have any right to be near Isadora in the first place.

“She hath loved me more than anything in the world. I smell your misery, and it is a most displeasing scent. Writhe under my power, oh prying one!” Elvira screeched.

She didn’t mind how her voice sounded all rasping and guttural, like the demons she read about, because hearing her own voice was a sign that what she was experiencing was real. She didn’t mind the yellow-mildew smoke that circled from the mouth on her stomach, because it showed that her spell was working. Watching Israfel struggle to swim towards her because of the magic smoke brought a smile to her face and seeing his black hair turn silver, scales bubble up on his face and his legs meld together into a glass-blue colored tail made her smile even more. The boy who ruined everything was getting what he deserved!

After the smoke wore off, Israfel was finally able to swim up to Elvira and curl a webbed claw around her ankle, pulling her deep into the water, his seaweed-green eyes alight with loathing. His lips looked like they were on the verge of spewing out hateful, soul-ripping words. Israfel wasn’t going to let her go. Elvira was trapped, but at the same time…not really.

“Giving into your monster nature so soon? Pitiful.” Elvira mocked.

She only cursed him a few seconds ago and already, he wanted to kill her! Did he not hear her words? Did he not pay attention? Did he not realize he was digging himself into an even deeper hole than the one he was already in? She lived most of her life chained up with a second mouth, she knew better than to give in to her wrath!

For the first time in a long time, Elvira laughed. Her laugh was high, innocent and girlish, whereas the second mouth laughed in a grating, demonic baritone. Not only was she one with her more unsavory side, she was her unsavory side. She was the light and the fight, the smooth seashells Isadora collected and the wrinkled parchment paper that she scrawled her whole heart out to in moments when she felt like nobody would be willing to stop and listen to her, not even Isadora. She was her own evil and her own blessing. She was herself.

Elvira still laughed, maybe even harder than before, when she saw Israfel open his mouth of pointed, mirror-shard blade teeth and felt them tearing into her face, ripping apart her flesh. There was no need for Elvira to try and escape with magic, because she already had the real power. Her curse was set in motion, her spirit would be lurking.

He may have been the one to kill her, but that didn’t mean she was dead. If there was one thing Elvira learned in life, it was that she was incapable of dying.

She’d never let him find peace.