Prologue
The twin moons hung high in the sky on this night, like two ghostly galleons sailing their way through a sea of stars. Light shone in from the magnificent oak double doors, which opened out onto a large, silver-white, marble balcony. Blood red was the color the twin moons shone. This was no ordinary night. It was the night that the true heir of the throne was born.
That night held an awkward silence, though it would not be lasting for too much longer. The preparations had been made. Now, it was time for all plans to be played out. Tonight, the true power of Darkness would be unveiled. And tonight, the beast which had been dormant for so long would be awakened.
A dark-looking girl, not but fourteen years of age was relaxed, eyes closed as she laid back in a tub of steaming water. She was to bathe before the ceremony, to look her best. A servant had been sent into the room to help bathe this young lady, and she did not protest. After the servant was done bathing her, she had told him that she wished to be left alone. Her mind and body were stressed.
Markings on her forearms and midriff could be seen. The two on each of her forearms were black, tattoo-like markings, coiled into 'S' shapes with four dots spaced apart above the top and bottom curves of the snaked line. The one on her stomach was a simple swirl, traveling from the bottom of her midriff, up, and then curled inwards from the left. These were demonic markings, something she was born with. Something that confirmed the existence of the true heir to the ancient throne of the Abyss. These markings only appeared on this night. Her birthday. When the twin moons of her realm, as well as any other's bled red.
Tonight, she was not at peace. Her soul was unsettled, and she had the feeling that something was wrong. Nevertheless, she stood up from the grand basin of scorching water, and the liquid streamed down the curves of her body. It's luminescence shown as she moved, the morbid light of the moon's casting their bloody gaze upon the young woman's body.
Dark eyes, like two puddles of oxygenated blood traveled across the room, slitted, demonic pupils adjusted to the amount of light in the room. They soon came to gaze upon the bathing room's doorway, where Eclipse stood silently in waiting. She gently grabbed a towel from a nearby bench, wrapping herself in its inviting warm, softness.
"It's time, My Lady." Eclipse's calm, smooth, and soft tone sliced through the silence.