Prelude: Otherworld
Two figures, shrouded in darkness, evaded the rich librarian's alarm with little trouble. One breathed heavily, bent over with his gasps for air. The other scarcely breathed at all, determined to make no noise at all.
Both had evidently succeeded in whatever it was they had come for; the small one revealed sharp, white teeth which glinted in the weak moonlight, and snickered with satisfaction. "Excellent, Chevil," she whispered. "We have successfully stolen the book that Giovanni asked for."
"Otherworld," the other answered. He raised calm, blood-red eyes to the sliver of moon which showed itself that night, then locked gazes with his partner. "The book reputed to reveal the true nature of – "
"Hush, Chev," their Bannette answered. "You may wake the owner with your chattering."
"Yes, we must take our leave of this place," the girl said as well. "And never come back, for any fool knows, like lightning, you must never return to the place of a crime."
With that, the two took off, and the young man hesitated for a moment, examining their prize. "But are we really committing a crime like this...?" he mused quietly. After a second's thought, he raced after his companions.
The only thing they left behind was a withered nightshade bloom and a motto, lost to the silent winds of that night.
Be afraid of us, our foes
For once again, the moon glows
To unleash the beasts within us
To crumble all goodness like stardust
With all the fierceness of a wild rose
We take poetry and reveal its prose
Phi!
Chev!
Now join forces with us, say yea
Or else prepare yourselves for a fray
Oui, c'est vrai!