After the events surrounding Mobius and the mysterious Doctor Manhattan, the world and the galaxy fastly recovers.
Anastasia Jordan, Empress of Zakull and mother of many gets involved into her own new adventure when she awakens and discovers a stran...
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A young, blonde brunette lay quietly on the bed, her eyes closed, her breaths short and shallow. Holding her hand gently, the Demon next to her watched as her chest rose and fell, stroking her hair as she slept quietly in the failing evening light.
It had been only fourteen short years since this small human girl found her way into his life, and even shorter still since she had found her way into his heart. She looked nearly the same as she did when he first found her crouched inside a partially burnt cupboard, sobbing quietly. She had the same long, wavy, walnut colored hair, the same green eyes, and the same fair skin. Only her skin was quite a bit paler now, as she clung to her last moments.
He pondered for a moment the briefness of mortal life, and how in an instant it could be cut even shorter than it already was. Even though he'd grown closer to her in the last few years, he never really knew her, and it reminded him of why relationships were not something he kept regularly. Regret was pointless, but it was difficult not to look back on all the customs and formalities and not find it all a little foolish at this point.
The girl was the only survivor left to be found when her village in the Southern Quadrant had been set upon by a rogue band of evil demons. She had come into his charge at the age of only five, and options being what they were, he picked up the small child and brought her back to Eastcastle. He'd no intent of caring for the child himself, but she had other ideas. For the long journey back to the East, The Lord of Shadows found himself unable to remove the child from his side.
Over the few weeks it took the campaign to reach Eastcastle, he'd grown accepting of the fact that this little human child was uninterested in allowing anyone else to care for her. She was inseparable from his side for months upon returning, and the other residents found his patience with the child unusual, to say the least. Eventually she grew comfortable enough in her surroundings that she allowed nurse maids to care for her and The Lord of Shadows was able to return to his normal routines.
The girl was raised and employed at Eastcastle as a housemaid at the age of fourteen ,and although The Lord of Shadows was extremely strict with formalities, and the girl was probably the only resident of Eastcastle allowed to call him by name. He had for the most part, tried to remain distant from the child as she grew, though she was not so easy to convince of the necessity. As he had allowed her to be informal as a child, he saw no point in changing it now, though he still cringed at the nickname the child had given him, when on occasion she still insisted on calling him "Lu-Lu". Now, when he raised an eyebrow at her for using that ridiculous name, she just smiled and laughed. Lucian had never been "The Lord of Shadows" to Nire. He had been her guardian, her friend, and despite his unwillingness to acknowledge it, he had also been more.
Nothing unusual had been suspected about the massacre of her village until four months ago when The Lord of the South had visited Eastcastle for the first time in nearly forty years. Nire had almost no memories of her life before Lucian removed her from that cupboard 14 years ago, but she did remember him. Lord Azael, the Ruler of the Southern Quadrant was not an easy figure to forget. Standing 15 inches taller than the short human girl, he had blood red skin and a fierce expression. His head was crowned with the black horns of a bull and his eyes blazed a green that seemed to glow from within.
