Black Moon

Prologue & Chapter 1: Dawn

"The world won't be destroyed by those who do evil, but by those who watch them without doing anything." - Albert Einstein

"Despite everything, I believe that people are really good at heart." - Anne Frank

What is good and evil truly? Is it something invented by man? By God? By common ethics? For what is it for? Are people born good? Are people born evil? Do people decide on being either way or does it come naturally? Is good and evil within the soul? Conscious? In the DNA? Should people be punished for "evil" doing or should they be helped? What are the cause of both? And finally, what do you consider yourself?

Chapter 1: Dawn

The shadow was enclosed for quite some time. The vessel was possessed with fear, melancholy and remorse. Now, it extends far and wide through the land, like a black fume that torrents in a whirlwind. The shadow dances and the wind rages; hence, a fire was kindled. The shadow was overwhelmed with such luminosity, like a curious child learning about the world's wonders. It noticed that as the fire danced elegantly a shadow was cast on the ground. It's equal was cast on the ground and at that moment it was enlightened: there cannot be light without darkness and there cannot be darkness without light. Both forces belong to one essence, to one vessel. The shadow let the warmness of the fire consume it's core and so the rebirth began and it knew that the changes that came forth shall be lifted nevermore.
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Context:
   Lucifer finally declared war against the humans; seeking to annex their world into his realm of darkness. Six mighty generals complemented his determination and served under his command: Tarael, Mammon, Adramelech, Beelzebub, Asmodeus and Belphegor. They attacked the islands inhabited by humans and  succeeded. However, a certain Hero soon arose to save the world from that spreading calamity. The Hero, the angels, and the human alliance defeated all the generals that initiated cruelty among the islands. In effect, the Hero moved towards The Underworld, where Lucifer stood in bewilderment. A turning of events had come to pass; The Holy Alliance was closer to victory.
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   The Hero came across the façade of a rustic castle. Putting his hand over his heart, he murmured to his being:

"Here lies the Dark Lord, here comes the honor of my race, my land and my soul. The Dark Days will be over."

   *He rushed into the foggy castle, dashing corridors through corridors, but his sight grew dim because of the misty air. Never the less, in the blindness of night and fog, the Hero in his shining armor concentrated his aura, his energy, in his unique lily eyes and saw at a five hundred meter distance where the Dark Lord stood. He rushed in a light speed towards his fate. The Dark Lord wasn't amused by the Hero's presence. He remained his cool and said: "Niaga teem we" = we finally meet. Lucifer was indifferent as his enochian words echoed the main room in the castle. He was seated in his throne, supporting his head with his bend arm. The conversation continued in their unique tounge:

"I have to say Hero, I'm not satisfied with what you've done with my generals and how you have overthrown my scheme"

"Lord Lucifer!" in the corner of the room, through the creaked door, came Tarael, the Dark Lord's right hand, he continued. "The Hero is here. Finish the job!"

"I know" Lucifer said and stood up. The fire starters outside were loud and the raged light came as a dim hue through the transparent curtains that fell in those tall and gallant windows. The light illuminated the Dark Lord, tweaking everything he wore: A long black cape, his armament wrapped in ebony, his boots were up to his knees, his face glimmered like an angels, in a very weird way, or did it? The Dark Lord was indeed very attractive, some say his looks worked in the name of temptation and some say that his looks out charmed angel's appearances. His father was a seductive fallen angel and the people claim that they didn't know much about his mother, only that her name was Eirwen. Lucifer's eyes were red as the blood he probably drank from those people he murdered, so they say; yet he was young, he had a carved soothing smile, dark shaggy hair, and pale skin.