Prologue

It was nightfall and she didn't recognize the stretch of landscape before her eyes as she awoke from her slumber. The wind was refreshing to her as it whipped around her body in frenzy, strands of hair covering her line of sight. It seems she was on an island of sorts, she smelled the salt in the air, heard the waves softly crashing from afar. The young girl took in her surroundings with something akin to curiosity as well as a sense of caution. She still didn't know where she was.

There was a party, she knew that much. Booze, drugs, sex, the whole works. The last she remembered she was hanging out with her best friends at the booze fest, flamboyant Andrew and shy quiet Maria. Oddly enough though, she couldn't remember a thing about herself, not even her name. Voices, faces, friends flashed before her eyes familiar yet all too alien to her state of mind.

Yet, there was one thing that stood out among the rest of the recent memories in her mind's eye. The blood. Oh yes, she remembered the blood now, how it soaked the ceiling and walls, how it dripped crimson and covered everyone at the party. There were pools of it, splattered on people running and screaming, some running half naked from bedrooms where they were "getting busy." The girl felt her eyes dilating, hands shaking, drenching in sweat as everything came back to her so quickly, like those waves crashing in the distant.

There was a man. A man with leathery wings of black ash and eyes just as crimson as the blood painting the frat house in fashion. He stared at her with intent that she would be his next victim, a long boney finger pointed in her direction. She knew that if she didn't start running that it would be her body severed to even further the massacre the monster had begun. There was running, lots of it, a church, a phrase spoken into that tainted night by that horrible creature, then nothing. There was nothing.

Now here she was on some remote island, chilled to the bone with nothing more than a flimsy dress and black leather heels that covered the soles of her feet. This most certainly wasn't her night. She stood slowly from the ground, trying to collect her bearings. At her efforts to stand she wobbled slightly from the imbalance the marshy sand and high heels gave her but continued forward with purpose, determined to figure where on earth she was.

It took her awhile for her eyes to adjust to the midnight blackness that kept her vision impaired but once the moonlight was at its peak she was able to have some sense of direction. She didn't know how long she walked; she knew it had to be hours, at least it felt like hours. Feet blistering and head dizzy with exhaustion, she finally had the sense to sit upon a small boulder. Only then upon closer examination did she realize that it was in fact a pile of rubble with more of its sister counterparts in the distance. There was tons of it strewn across this part of the island, unlike where she was before where all there was grassland dotted sparingly with trees.

The girl felt her hopes rise wishing with all her might that there was civilization ahead. But upon further investigation, she saw that there was no modern civilization, only the remnants of one from a time long ago. She suddenly felt the primal urge to scream in frustration, to scream at not knowing her God given name, of not being aware of her friends fates, if they escaped the fiasco unscratched, on being on some remote uncivilized island. Her voice echoed across the island in animalistic nature, raw in emotion, that being mainly fear. With a face drenched in salty tears, she wiped them away with knobby hands along with her tong tasting how bitter her tears really were. Then, the mere slip of a girl no more than the age of 18 laid her head down to rest along with rest of her body into the soft, fertile earth, her arms propped up to act as a substitute pillow as she laid her eyes to rest.

It had to be noon when she awoke. The sun was high in the sky; a glowing disk of brilliance giving life to island that was once a barren wasteland in the darkness of the night. She felt her eyes squint in irritation at the sudden rush of bright light to all of her senses. Finally opening her eyes to the world, she squeaked in mild surprise at the bloody skull right in front of her face. The girl apparently had not noticed it when she went to sleep. Feet tumbling, she backed away from the skull quickly and stood behind the closest pile of rubble there was to her.

Eyes peering slowly over ruble, she examined the skull and upon further investigation saw that it was the head of a recently deceased man or woman, with the rest of its bones spread further out among the ruins in broken shards. Then, with as much carefulness as she could produce, she tiptoed back to the flesh eaten skull and put it right in her hands, shaking as she did so.

For a while she merely bore her eyes into every crevice of the skull, trying to see if there were any imperfections. Yet, there were none. It seemed the skull was perfectly sculpted, not a mark marred the marble white of perfectly intact cranium. She traced the features of the skull by means of her thin fingers, studying it only to distract herself from her current predicament.

Her voice was surprisingly calm as she spoke. "You know, I always wanted a knight in shining armor. One of those girly fantasies you know? Especially considering the fact that I'm on a deserted island with not a human in sight."

She smiled bitterly as she put the skull as close to her as she dared and further talked to the inanimate object. This was for her, some sort of twisted social interaction that came out of loneliness for not seeing a solitary soul in sight.

"So, I was thinking that since you are dead and you must have no company, I'll be your company, yeah? Doesn't sound bad, right? Right? So…how about we make a deal? If you keep me company, I'll do a really big favor in return. Is that fair?"

Her faced scrunched up in perverse humor as she started to laugh manically, her laugh increasingly getting more shrill as she suddenly press the mouth of the skull to her lips in a mocking kiss as one would kiss a lover as if they would never seem them again. It was then that the girl cut her lip upon the unusually sharp teeth of the deceased person's head, letting blood not of crimson but of gold drip upon the white marble bone. Her eyes widened in shock as the fact her blood was not its normal color, she paled as she saw this. Trembling, she put fingers to her chapped lips in disbelief, forgetting all about the skull she just previously held in her hands.

Suddenly the ground began to quake. She looked at the deceased person's head in quiet shock as she saw its jaw chattering with animation along with the rest of its bones. One by one, the bones connected together as one would a jigsaw puzzle, floating in the air as it did so. Flesh began to cover each singular bone with rapid quick movements, along with vital organs.

The girl sat frozen from where she was and didn't a muscle as her eyes took in the sight before her as a being began to come fully forth, a being previously dead. Finally, skin took over and features were able to be distinguished. The human being before her was that of a bare young man in his 20's with ice cold eyes which matched well with his snow white hair and skin. His face was regal in appearance as he stared down at her from where he stood her mouth wide open in incredulity.

Before the bile could rise to her throat the man uttered with cool fury, "Where's Mundus?"

Well, this is my first real attempt at a full length fanfiction story, so any reviews would be much appreciated! :)