What if the fairytales, myths and legends lived in a futuristic realm?
What if Little red was the huntsman?
What if the Evil Queen was Snow White's Brother?
What if Pinocchio was a machine disguised as a boy?
The realm of Nevermoore has been shaken...
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The high spires of the Vladias palace towered in the dead of night, lit by a thousand little eyes and candles that tainted the void with a faint orange tinge.
Lady Agatha, Last of the house of Millah held a goblet of which the content only gave a faint metallic smell, her dainty hands had elongated nails almost claw-shaped, her cadaver-esque skin raided by veins on her limbs faded into alabaster, her face proud and noble, had she been born human she would have already died, but her appearance didn't look beyond 30 something with a vibrant physique and durability. Hair held on a tight bun with draping curls, her lips coated in deep red lipstick, almost black, eye shadow purple red, her attire consisted of a ruffled collar shirt under a purple coat, black riding pants and boots that extended well beyond her knees to the middle of her thighs.
"Brothers, sisters, children of the night, we the blood of Camazoth have received an ultimatum by the house of Venras."
Her voice echoed through the chambers of the courtyard where from the columns and spirals a crowd of thousands of Stirge peered into the center where Agatha bellowed.
"I, king Raeburn by the hand of my royal assistant Shajae, command the coven of the night to respond to my call, in a few weeks' time preparations will be held for the summit of Harmonia, in the city of Babylon, in order to have a conversation on peace and equality between humans and products, hence it is of upmost importance for a leader to be chosen, be it the present coven master reading this invitation or any other, your presence shall be welcome and we will discuss of the future in a week."
Lady Agatha gulped, her lips dry.
"How dare he."
A human king questioning her authority, inviting whoever insurrectionist thinks could overthrow her.
"Is my reign undoubted or is there to be a challenge?"
She roared, her veins popping as her fangs bared her true face.
"I do"
Vlad raised his blade.
The sword, if it could be called that, was a mixture of things, the blade was like a katana while the hilt and handle were like a traditional European long sword, adorned with gothic motifs and a pair of bats made of red rubies, one on the center as if it were a magnum opus and the other at the tip of the hilt, much smaller, but nonetheless precious.
"I challenge you sister Agatha to a duel."
Raeb hid in the crowd wearing a glamour, he looked like a pale version of himself, with white marble skin, black hair, dressed in a coat of black feathers and black pants and shirt, on his face a lace mask making a bird, and a diadem on his head filled with silvery gothic spikes entwined in deep blue roses Its charm keeping him from being detected as a mage.
"What impertinence, what arrogance, Vlad, do you even know what you're asking for? Do you know what true power entails?"
