Name: Nick

Day/Time: Sunday, 3:43 AM

Current state of mind: Annoyed and tired

What are you wearing? Black sweats and a black t-shirt

What are you listening to? Max (my dog) snoring and Back In Black by AC/DC

What are you drinking? Bourbon, neat

Where are you? My room

What’s up? For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Nick. I’m the Witch King and leader of the Luna Coven. I’m gonna be honest, I don’t get all the hype behind this blogging deal. Why anyone would want to share the details of their personal lives online is beyond me. I get the cooking and hobby websites, but these online diaries are another thing. I’m a private guy, I’m not all about that sharing is caring shit.

The thing is, my author knows that. She knows I’ve got more important things to do than to write some blog about gods know what. Writing is Amelia’s job, not mine. But my author’s finally lost her last marble and here I am, spilling my personal shit to random strangers. She’s gonna owe me big for this.

Look, I’ve had a long night, filled with needless drama. My sisters have always clashed, but ever since Aria (the youngest) turned thirteen last year, that shit’s been constant. And it’s not because they hate each other, they’re just exactly alike. Aria’s basically a mini version of Marissa; I’m talking looks, personality, attitude – the whole nine and then some. It’s no surprise those two butt heads, but man, their bickering drives me insane.

I hate reffing their fights, but someone’s gotta intervene or those two would go at it nonstop. And yeah, I could do a quick silencing spell and tune them both out. It’s nothing I haven’t done before, but they just end up annoying the rest of the hybrids who live here. Guess who’s gotta hear about it? Me. So shutting that shit down is my best option. For my own sanity’s sake.

And playing ref is a job I’m used to. My sisters aren’t the only ones who fight. You think the seven other adults who live here get along all the time? This estate may be the size of a small city, but it doesn’t mean people don’t grate on each other’s nerves. Someone’s usually pissed off at someone over something, but we do get over it.

It’s always something around here. Someone loses their shit, their magic explodes, and something breaks. All I gotta say is thank fuck for our powers, they save on the insurance claims. How the hell am I supposed to explain a windstorm in the middle of my living room? Can you imagine that little convo? Hi, one of my witches lost control and unleashed a mini hurricane in my house. No, you heard right, in the fucking house. The entire living room’s toast. Do you cover that shit or what? Think I’ll pass and fix it myself. The last thing I want or need is the hassle of dealing with the insurance company.

We’ve got a few repeat offenders in the magical mishap department. Aria takes the win, Karina’s in close second (through no fault of her own), and Marissa takes third, thanks to her lack of impulse control. Not that anyone’s innocent when it comes to the destruction of personal property. We’ve all had our magical hiccups. It’s bound to happen, especially when our emotions get out of control.

There’s never a dull moment around here. You’ll rarely hear anyone complain about being bored. Hell, most of us complain about not having enough free time, but war will do that to you. So will dead and missing witches.

The only one who ever complains about boredom is Aria. I know she feels left out. How can she not? She’s the only fourteen-year old living among eight other adults, including me. It’s not like we can take her out to the bar or have her fight demons with us. She’s too young, too naïve, and too inexperienced.

And let me tell you, raising an emotionally neglected and angsty teenage girl is no easy task. As much as Aria tests my patience, I’d still rather have her here with me than with my parents. Those two have caused enough emotional damage to scar her for several lifetimes. My only regret is that I didn’t take custody of her sooner, but there’s shit I can do about that now. Even with all the power I have, I can’t go back and change the past. No one can. I just gotta make sure I don’t screw her up further. No pressure or anything.

And I try to include Aria as much as I can, spend time with her as much as I possibly can, but these days, I’m stretched thin. Ruling over the supernatural community isn’t exactly a cakewalk and I take my job seriously. I’m not about to let my people be taken out by some crazed demonic witches. Nor am I gonna let my sister fall victim to those same depraved sycophants or any other dumbass with a vendetta. It’s why I’ve been teaching her how to fight and defend herself. I hope she never has to use those skills, but I’d rather have her prepared and trained, than defenseless. But if any asshole lays a hand on her, it’ll be the last thing they do. I’ve been around for over eleven hundred years; I know how to inflict pain and I’m an expert when it comes to slow and agonizing deaths.

And the same goes for anyone who goes after one of my own, that includes Karina and my entire coven. I’ve got no qualms with murder for a good cause. Just because we might want to throttle each other sometimes, doesn’t mean we don’t have each other’s backs. When it comes down to it, all that petty shit gets set aside. You go against one of us, you’re gonna deal with all of us – eventually. We might not all be blood-related, but we’re still family, and no one fucks with our family.

That’s all I’ve got for now. Got any questions or comments, hit me up below and I’ll get back to you. If not, I’ll see you around.


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