>>19708226Red hands stayed in silence as Raquel continued her speech. The Latina looked directly at the former Hardcore champion as she slowly walked towards the altar:
>I am twenty-five years old.>Before I was born, a trio of witches predicted that the heir of my father would oversee hell.>I was named after my madre as my padre wanted me to be just like her.>I didn't have her talents. I don't have her green eyes. My blood tells a story without my madre.>My eyes, I took them from my padre. And in those same eyes, we shared, I could see the disappointment.>I did everything to get his approval.>Pero pero pero, I just wasn't born right.>I had to be like my madre. I had to complete his plan.>I did everything to prove myself to him.>I learned every single one of her historias.>I was tortured by my madre for him. >I tried every method under the sol, in hopes I had some latent magic in me.>To no avail.>I was desperate, I wasted my teenage years doing the dirty work for my father, I tried to gain his favor by being ruthless.>I did everything I could to prove I deserved his love.>He didn't love me back, pero he taught me one lesson. >He taught me that if I really wanted something I had to be willing to go far enough. 