A person in a black hood entered the stone complexion of Moriarty's property, examining the stone walls in suspicion.
Ever since they figured it existed, they searched for weeks, blindly roaming the cursed woods, until they found it.
The torches were always flaring. They never died down since the first heir of Hecate lit them aflame and yet, you didn't see the light until it was a touch away. It illuminated the shadow of the figure approaching forward, hiding their face under the darkness of their cloak. Their steps were careful and hesitant as they neared the altar, scanning the place of thousands of murders. However, that wasn't the reason they came.
Their eyes were fixated on the stone wall behind it. On the ancient writings of the darkest words.
It was the rest of the prophecy. The second part, they had been searching for.
And what stood there send shivers down their spine.
That was it.
That was the cruel truth.
Lillith Moriarty was an apocalypse, waiting to be released.
They had to act before somebody else could get to her. Before they could get her powers.
The sentence resonated in their head.
The one who kills the descendant during the darkest hour of the red moon, gains their power and takes their place on the throne of Lucifer Morningstar.
Their mouth fell open. They had to act quickly. They had to get to Lillith Moriarty.
However, before they could do a single step, a blow was set to their head and they collapsed onto the ground, unconscious, letting the soil drink their blood.
Baltazar Riddle figured it out.
But somebody did too before he managed to do so.
He was too late.
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The Sacred Seven
Fantasy18+ ... Lillith Moriarty, the future Queen of the last living coven, is threatened by Thomas Crane (whose name was changed to Tom Riddle on request) the bastard descendant of Satan who is known for his manic tendencies. What happens when her right...
