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yet another plot bunny: lucia garcía flores

Dios te salve, María. Llena eres de gracia: El Señor es contigo.

Lucia didn’t know what fresh air smelled like anymore.

She had forgotten what the sun felt like on her bare skin. The one strong ray that shone in through the single skylight in her room was a poor alternative.

Her prison.

A crucifix hung directly above her bed, an artifact that only supplied the sense of security to anyone who wasn’t her. She’d spend her days rereading classic literature, draw, looking at herself in the mirror to stare at the glowing amber orbs where deep chocolate irises would usually stare back, laying in bed, and praying for salvation.

That last one seemed to be more out of habit than anything else. She wasn’t sure someone like her could ever find salvation.

Bendita tú eres entre todas las mujeres.

Her mother had been the daughter of devout Catholics. A little too devout. María had been rebellious, to say the least. Left home the minute she graduated from high school, yearning to search for a life of her own. She had big plans. Leave home, never look back, go to college, graduate, go to law school, make a life for herself. But then she met the most mysterious and dangerous man she had ever come into contact with and for a small town girl, it was thrilling.

She didn’t know what came over her, sleeping with a man three hours after meeting him was certainly not something that was characteristically her. But something about him drew her to him. What was his name? Oh, it didn’t really matter, did it? Not really…

Not until María fell pregnant, a horribly unforeseen obstacle in the way of her detailed life plan.

She didn’t take after her holy namesake. She was more cutthroat than maternal, more ambitious than nurturing. That was no fault of her own, that was just who she was. But there was something that prevented her from doing her and the kid a favor, something that kept her from getting rid of it. A voice, sly and appealing, whispering at her ear, telling her not to do it.

She found herself listening to it until she was lying in a hospital bed, holding a little baby girl in her arms. She knew she couldn’t give the kid what she needed. And so the unnamed baby was left on the doorstep of her devout grandparents with nothing as a reminder of her mother save for a handwritten note and a stuffed cat.

Lucia didn’t know much about her mother other than the fact that her grandparents were ashamed of her and that she was off somewhere else, presumably living a successful life without having to face her biggest mistake.

But now her grandparents could say the exact same thing. Lucia had been carted off away from them, to a convent where they thought she could get the help she needed for her obviously sinful self. She lived with the sisters. Or rather, she lived as their prisoner.

At first she had wholeheartedly believed that it was the right thing to do. She had, after all, killed someone.

Of course, Lucia hadn’t meant to. Seventeen years old and she had been as sheltered as could be (her grandparents always had been afraid that she’d end up like her mother), but puberty had changed something in her. She turned heads, grabbed attention, much to her chagrin. Modest, baggy clothing did nothing to hide her uncontrollable smoldering gaze.

All she wanted was to keep her head down, finish high school, go to college, become an engineer. She had lofty goals just like her mother, and just like with María, a man got in the way. The only difference was that at the end of the day María made a choice. Lucia forever wished she had one.

She lost control.

It was the only way to explain it.

She would always remember him. Her first and last kiss. Samuel Connors. Eighteen years old. A high school senior, like her. He was planning on getting out of their small down, applying to schools on the coasts, but he hoped he could get into one in California because he wanted to live near a beach. He wanted to make movies.

He had an eye for art.

That’s what he told her when he saw her when he picked her up for the prom. The night went by in a blur and ended in the biggest tragedy of her life.

Her red prom dress pooled on the floor at the end of the bed, he hovered over her, lust clear in his eyes. The minute she tilted her head up, letting her lips meet his, it was like electricity jolted through her. All she could do was deepen the kiss, like she was literally drinking him in. It was in that moment she felt his every desire, his every wish, she knew him inside and out. His insecurities, his past, his deepest, innermost secrets. For those sweet, few moments, she was him and he was her. There was nothing about him she didn’t know. There was no part of him that wasn’t hers.

She had never felt so alive.

And then she felt a weight fall against her.

Opening her eyes, Samuel Connors’ eyes were wide open, his skin ashen, and his heart no longer pulsing.

The convent hadn’t been a terrible place to stay. Not at first. But the sisters had been convinced of the darkness that lurked within in her the minute she stepped foot into their sanctuary. Nothing could sway them of anything else. Not her modest dress. Not the fact that she would mutter the Hail Mary under her breath at any moment possible.

Seventeen years old and she had been locked away, seemingly for her own good, but it only served to make that darkness fester.

Y bendito es el fruto de tu vientre: Jesús.

Five years.

It had taken five years for her to perfect her plan. Five years, but she had done it, albeit not on her own. Throughout those five, long years, she had been intermittently plagued by a whispering voice. Always the same voice. Low, smokey and appealing, but dangerous.

Use your voice, daughter. It would say. It had taken her a while to give into it, to actually listen and interpret what it meant. It wasn’t some cryptic bullshit her inner self was trying to say to motivate her. The mysterious voice was giving her insight into her abilities. And logically, if it was calling her daughter the mysterious voice belonged to her father. Belonged to a man she had never met and knew nothing about, but apparently was somehow able to guide her to escape.

While she was kept in her room, she had eventually been granted freedom for occasions such as attending Sunday mass, so long as a sister was by her side at all times. So, she started out small. Made sure that her commands were things that could be mistaken for simple graciousness on the part of the various sisters she practiced on.

‘Please, may I have an extra meal? May I have an extra hour out on the grounds? Could I get a moment alone, please?’

The first time she had used her abilities in front of a reflective surface, she nearly lost her nerve. Her eyes transformed, the pupils narrowing and the irises widening as they glowed a bright amber. To say that the honey-yellow of her eyes startled her would be an understatement. A stark contrast from her usually dark brown eyes, they were haunting to say the least.

It wasn’t just her eyes that changed. Her voice, when she used it so intentionally, became smoother than melted chocolate. Even to her ears, she could tell there was a difference in how she sounded.

‘Sister, please, just a moment of your time… Please… Wouldn’t you like this dress? I think you would. I have an idea, let’s trade.’

It was easy enough.

And so, with a rosary in hand and her head down, Lucia García Flores made her escape.

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Coolville, Ohio was only about three hours away from Covington, but it was far enough from the convent that Lucia felt safe enough to settle down. It certainly wasn’t somewhere she pictured herself landing, but it would do. She no longer believed she could do all that she had planned for herself. She still didn’t know everything about herself. Subjecting herself to a college campus would probably be more trouble than it was worth. A town of no more than five hundred people would be the safest place for her.

Lucia resided there for four years. She kept her head down, lived out of a motel room, and got a job at the local diner. She kept to herself… save for perhaps the several few incidences she found herself in. The Bulldog Diner was a popular destination for those who found themselves only passing through the sleep little Ohio town. But due to the fact that it was seen as a simple pit stop, there were a handful of men who figured they could do whatever it was they wanted and could get away with it.

They’d never be back in town, after all right?

Well, they never had to deal with someone like Lucia before.

Throughout those four years, with every man she… encountered… devoured, she felt herself grow stronger, could feel herself evolving, but she wasn’t sure if it was a change she wanted.

I’m keeping the town safe, she would tell herself.

With every man she devoured she could feel herself be torn apart by two warring parts of her nature.

Santa María, Madre de Dios, ruega por nosotros pecadores, ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte. Amen.

She took Lucia’s breath away the minute she laid eyes on her. A bit of an odd sight in the small town diner what with her fur coat and bright pink hair. She was tall with smooth, dark skin and electric green eyes that stood out. The pale, blue haired girl that accompanied the breathtaking woman was strange as well, initiating some sort of reaction within her. There was something familiar but, at the same time, foreign about her. The latter made sense considering Lucia had never seen the young girl before, but there was something about the girl that made Lucia think twice about approaching the pair.

Lucia didn’t know much about her abilities other than what the sisters would fearfully confess.

The power of a demon runs through your veins.

Not exactly the most helpful, especially since there wasn’t much of an opportunity to practice harnessing her power at the convent. but ever since her escape, she had been granted the time to practice, especially with her self-appointed vigilante position to defend the women of Coolville. Even without getting too intimate now, she could get a light read on people near her. And what her inner voice was saying was that pale, blue haired girl was dangerous.

Sharon had been quick to wait on her and her companion considering Lucia had been too distracted to even move from behind the counter. It hadn’t even been a moment since Sharon had seated the two newcomers, when Travis swaggered in with his usual amount of snobbish entitlement.

Things only escalated from there.

In nearly the blink of an eye, the blue haired girl was gone and the goddess of a woman was on her feet, slamming heads into tables.

Follow them.

The voice of her father rang out to her with surprising clarity. So she did all she could think of doing in that moment.

Lucia hopped on her motorcycle and followed them.

It was both the best, and the worst, decision she had ever made. She still wasn’t sure that someone like her could be granted salvation, but she figured Kory Anders was probably the closest thing to heaven she’d ever get.

#fytitansocs #guess who's a piece of shiiiiit with no controooool #someone stop me for the love of god #like idek how she came to be but she came to be and i love her #also my bitch ass has no idea how to make a short intro lmao #also also lmao i didn't proofread anything so if it's just unintelligible sorry #her daddy ain't trigon don't worry lmao idk who her daddy is probably just a lower demon idk #but yes pls give her some love bc i love her #oc: lucia garcía flores #fd: titans 2018

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