I wish I could say it doesn't bother me.

Even knowing things will turn out alright, the fact my father isn't who I thought he was. My poor mother was tricked into carrying the devil's child... who knows if they even knew the truth themselves before they died?

[ It stings, all the what-ifs. ]

This whole time I felt caught between two worlds: the mortal one and witch one, but now it feels like there's so much more to uncover.