Prologue
The little baby slept peacefully in her mother's embrace. She moved in her sleep once or twice, but her mother knew it was only because of a good dream.
"A beautiful baby girl, isn't it?"
"Go away."
"Oh, so cruel. I'm here to say congratulations. You've had a baby!"
"I said go away! What do you want?"
"Your girl, of course."
"Wh… what…?"
"Oh come on, Galatia. You know about it. She has the blood of two families with gifts. I'm not the only one who wants her. But don't worry," he chuckled, "I'll make sure I'll be the only one who wants her."
The mother, Galatia, gulped and took a step back, her face went pale. "Surely you don't want her that badly, do you?"
"Oh, I do, Galatia," he chuckled. "A man who loves occult like me would want her."
"You're not an occult lover. You're a psychopath!"
"Ouch. Yet it's true. What can I say?"
"Go away, Ladon!"
"I'm not you, I won't go away. But you did, right? You left your sister and father."
"Don't bring my family into this."
"They're already involved. It's because of their blood, anyway. Or, to be exact, her blood," he pointed at the sleeping baby.
"Let us go. At least let my baby go."
"No."
"She hasn't done anything wrong! She's still a little baby!"
"I just want your baby girl. I don't want to hurt you."
"No!"
"Oh, but I want her, Galatia. And I won't stop until she's mine to take."
Galatia, losing her patience, growled angrily. "Get her after you step over my dead body."
The man, Ladon, raised an eyebrow. "Okay, I'm flexible." He put out a gun and pointed it to Galatia. "Any last word?"
"May you rot in Hell."
"Nice one."
BANG!