LUNAFEY

PROLOGUE, 1

In the shadows, a legendary family wielded immense power, their names lost to the annals of time. Their origins and the source of their abilities remained a mystery, fueling whispers and fear. Then, a dark entity emerged from the depths of the earth, a malevolent creature of unutterable power. The ruler of the dark forces, he called them the Harbingers. A name that echoed through time foretelling doom and destruction, to his kind.
"For centuries, the Harbingers and the creature engaged in a struggle for dominance, with the Harbingers emerging victorious every time. The creature, believed to possess unfathomable power, sought to surpass them. After hundreds of years of searching, he discovered that the key to his superiority lay not in some distant realm, but within humanity itself. The human race emitted a unique energy that could amplify his strength and speed. However, humans were content with their mundane lives, and only the rare individual, driven by insatiable greed, would seek power beyond their comprehension.

These ambitious few, blind to the consequences, would willingly succumb to the creature's whispers, entranced by promises of unimaginable power. The creature would weave a web of deceit, presenting the unattainable as attainable, and the unknowable as knowable. And so, the cycle continued, with the creature manipulating humanity's darkest desires, fueling an eternal quest for power that would forever be beyond their grasp."

"A whispered promise, a gentle nudge, and the seeds of ambition would take root. The creature's persistence and persuasive whispers wore down even the strongest wills. One by one, they succumbed to his allure: a man consumed by greed, a woman desperate to save a dying child, and many more. Each fell prey to the creature's promises, but they weren't what he was looking for, until finally, he found Vilda, the first witch.

Vilda, shattered by the cruel hand of fate, had lost all hope. Her despair made her receptive to the creature's whispers, and she eagerly embraced the promise of power. She surrendered herself to him, becoming an epitome of evil. The creature's power coursed through her veins, transforming her into a vessel for his darkness. And so, the first witch was born, forever bound to the creature's will."
"Vilda's existence spanned centuries, bound to the creature's will, as she traversed the land, forging pacts with the desperate and the ambitious. She offered them fragments of the creature's power, tempting them with promises of wealth, status, and protection. In exchange, they surrendered pieces of their souls, unwittingly fueling the creature's growing strength.

But when the mortals failed to uphold their end of the bargain, Vilda was tasked with collecting the debt. The creature's wrath was merciless, cursing those who defaulted with afflictions and misfortunes. As the ages passed, the legend of Vilda grew, a cautionary tale whispered around campfires, warning of the dangers of making deals with forces beyond human control, or was it all a tale?.

A man of noble blood, driven by ambition, sought Vilda's counsel on a rainy night. He begged for her assistance, pleading for the power to claim the throne. Vilda, sensing an opportunity to further the creature's influence, agreed to aid him. She gave the man superhuman strength, guaranteeing his victory over the current king.

However, Vilda's blessing came with a terrible caveat: if the man failed to slay the king, his entire family and all those related by blood Before his coronation, he would suffer a horrific fate and would be cursed to roam the earth as a beast, forever doomed to wander. The man, confident in his own abilities, accepted the terms, believing the task would be simple. After all, he thought, the king's death was a necessary step for him to claim the throne. But he had not considered the true horror of Vilda's curse, nor the terrible fate that awaited his loved ones if he failed.

The man quickly made plans he would invite the royal house to his estate for a bouquet and there he would kill them all. The man's plan seemed flawless, and the royal family fell into his trap. He slaughtered them all at his estate, but unbeknownst to him, the king's illegitimate son had been kept secret, hidden away from the world. The royal house was no more, and the man's reign of terror began. He was feared by all, and his coronation seemed to solidify his grip on power.

But on that fateful night on the night of his coronation, as he donned the crown, a strange sensation coursed through his veins. His body contorted, bones snapping, skin tearing, as he transformed into a mindless beast. The curse had been triggered, and he became a werewolf, doomed to roam the earth.

The man soon realized that the curse was not limited to him alone. His family, his children, and their children's children would all suffer the same fate. The deal had been clear: the life of a family for the throne. And so, the house of Dankworth was forever tainted, their bloodline cursed to produce werewolves, generation after generation.

The creature, Vilda's master, looked upon the man's downfall with satisfaction. The pact had been upheld, and the mortal had paid the price for his ambition. The creature's power grew, fed by the suffering of the Dankworth family, as they became the very monsters he has wanted them to be.

The creature's laughter echoed through the shadows, reveling in the perfection of his plan. The man, now a mindless beast, would serve him for eternity, a pawn in his game of power. But the creature's hunger for dominance was insatiable, and he sought to expand his influence.
And so, the creature set his sights on a new family, one that was already molded to serve him, to rule over the werewolves with an iron fist.

Esrosa Valdim, the leader of the vampiric family, was appointed as the supreme ruler over the creature's pawns. His power grew exponentially, as he skillfully manipulated the monsters to do his bidding. However, as the creatures' ferocity intensified, they began to slaughtering rulers and kings as they pleased

The world teetered on the brink of chaos, prompting the remaining rulers to convene an emergency council. United in their quest for survival, they sought out the Harbingers, demanding that the reign of the creatures of darkness be put to an end. A new edict was forged: the creatures of the night would remain in the shadows, forbidden from crossing into the human realm.

Humans would rule over their own domain, free from the interference of monsters. However, a stark warning was issued: any human who dared to form an alliance with the creatures, seeking power or otherwise, would bear the full weight of consequences for their actions. The boundaries between worlds were clear: the humans would reign supreme in their realm, while the creatures of darkness would remain in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, but as time passed everything became like a myth.

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