Selene, the daughter of Sypha and Trevor, was born with a curse: to be the light for those lost in darkness, a fate that makes her the Queen of the Damned. As the avatar of a powerful entity, Selene is cherished by her family. But upon reaching adul...
Pain and blood, Selene. That's the fate of a god when he decides to incarnate as a human. I was the Word made flesh and I had to bleed for them on a cross. It was mine. Now it's yours.
You can only conjure up your powers if you self-mutilate. Your blood is the key. Your magic is no longer divine, you are human. If you want to access the magic sealed in you, well, it bubbles up in the blood and chaos that created the Earth.
You are no longer part of the order, you are no longer Diana, the goddess of the moon, with the role that my Father assigned you.
You are Selene, the goddess who became flesh, and now unfortunately you are part of the ordered chaos that formed humans. As such, you can only attain your former divinity by sharing your blood with the Earth, so that the Earth will know that you too were once part of the order with the creator and with me.
Only by spilling your blood in this world will you be able to use your ancient powers and control the monsters who hear your voice and decide to surrender to your light, which doesn't hurt them.
Always blood. You can control the fallen, you are their redemption, if they want it. They hear your voice and you hear theirs. Queen of the damned. Cain is king of nothing. You are the queen of monsters and through you, if they wish, even the condemned can find the light that neither kills nor condemns them. I, the sun, shine through you, the moon, for them.
I've already died for humanity. That's not your job.
You are the queen of those condemned to darkness, God's chance for the fallen who have surrendered to the light. Because the sun destroys them, but the moon illuminates them in the void and in what should be the total absence of light. You chose to guide them through the night. A noble mission. I'm sorry that in order to conjure up your powers, you had to hurt yourself. A heavy burden. But I'm with you, moon. Use my light as much as you need to shine in the night.
I woke up from the strange dream that was a mere voice in an empty void. The mirror image of fate. But I was in Wallachia before I was born, when my parents were still young and Dracula was still alive. I sat down on the blanket placed on the grass to sleep inside a cave that Dantalion had sealed with some magical runes of protection so that the beings of the night couldn't enter and I waited for daybreak to wake Dante so that we could leave for Gresit.
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In the morning, we reached the fortified wall of the citadel. A mighty fortress. Black walls with the evil omen of guts mirrored above them like a macabre welcome. The smell of rot and the corpses of torn women, babies and men didn't give me much appetite.
''Cain did far worse,'' Dante noted indifferently. ''Dracula is a love poem distorted when set against that lunatic Cain. Dracula at least did everything in revenge for Lisa. Cain just likes to watch the circus burn.
