This is the first Fanfiction I have ever ever written so don't be suprised if it absolutely sucks. This chapter is really short but the next few will be a lot longer. Enjoy, I guess
Prologue
"This curse is pathetic," whispered a cold, eerie voice in the shadows, "why do you insist on this curse? There are plenty more that I can conjure, much more gruesome and painful than the one you choose" There was a minute of silence before a reply came.
"Because this curse is incurable and I need a guarantee that he will die." replied a tall dark man, dressed completely in black, his golden eyes flaming with hatred and revenge.
The voice in the shadows scoffed, "No curse is incurable. Well, used to be. The spirits of Healing have been unable to cure curses or other ailments for about 600 years."
"And all because of one little blunder done by one spirit" The dark man smirked
After a moment of silence, the voice said "Very well. I will give you the curse but the price will be high. What do you offer me in return for this curse?" The voice chuckled, knowing that the dark man would never be able to meet the price he desired.
The dark man simply smiled, showing his pointed teeth, and pulled out a glass bottle from his black cloak. The bottle was filled with a dark gray mist.
The voice laughed "That's all you have to offer me!? A bottle that captures souls?" the voice continued to laugh while the dark man did not stir.
"No," the dark man replied. The laughing stopped, "I offer you 7 of these bottle filled with the souls of the Guardians of the Summer, Fall and their newly recruited Spring and the souls of the Guardians of Childhood."
More silence, longer than the ones before. The voice finally said, "Very well, I accept your offer." and out of the shadows came a hand, a hand of red skin with long black nails, covered with cuts, bruises, and large boils. And in this hand was a bright, red apple. The dark man smiled and took the apple.
"Thank you, Lucifer"
The hand disappeared back into the shadows, "But, be warned. If you fail to give me what you offered, I will take your soul instead"
The dark man smiled, "I won't fail. I guarantee it."
"Good"
The dark man turned to leave but was interrupted by the voice.
"Before you leave, tell me who you intent to kill with this curse."
The dark man turned around and said with an evil smile,
"Jack Frost"