The story begins billions of years ago. Long before our stars were even thought of, and were only possible outcomes, depending on the world and choices of this time.
The world is familiar with the thought of gods and goddesses, monsters and ghosts, God and his angels. In the present day, these forces are feared and Hunters have trained themselves to... deal with the wonders of the world.
But as stated before, the story does not begin in present day. Instead, we travel back to the times were demigods walked freely, and mortals were sculpted to the likings of the surrounding creatures.
It was around this time that angels often found their way to Earth, and watched the humans from afar. It was rare for an angel to take a vessel and walk among the humans, but one angel was leaving. In present times, he could be known as many names - the Trickster, Loki... sometimes, even Gabriel.
But in our place in history, he was simply Gabriel. When the charming angel had left Heaven, he wandered freely for years, before happening upon a young mortal woman. Her hair was dark, but her skin pale. Her eyes twinkled and her smile was blinding.
She was independent, despite her surroundings, and Gabriel had lost before he realized there was even a fight. He fell for her, and she fell for him.
But the angel knew the rules. Even if he no longer resided in Heaven, his Father still forbade close and intimate relations with humans.
When his love became pregnant, he left, fearing the dangers he had now placed upon her, and his unborn child. And though he later moved on, the woman did not. Unable to contain her grief, the woman turned to sorcery and witchcraft.
She allowed many spells to be cast on her unborn baby, and the outcome was disastrous. A half mortal, half angel child, mixed with hexes and charms.
The curse of the horrid magic moved through the blood, passing from the mother to the firstborn daughter.
If a generation did not contain females, the curse simply bided it's time.
In truth, there was only one thing that could truly end the power, and that was a blade. One crafted in Hera herselfs hearth, and could only truly work if gifted from the witchling/angel hybrid herself. In truth, they were by no means immortal. But only the gifted blade could stop the power from flowing completely.
Dear reader, I could tell countless stories of how the curse changed many lives, or how it caused many of the 'natural' disasters around the globe, but our true story starts again in our present day.
Anise Bethony Cabot, first born of Alexander and Gemma Cabot.
When Anise was born, the power left Gemma to enter the newborn, leaving the now powerless mother to teach the child. Like the women before them, they only used the power in emergencies and for good.
Later, Anise would be granted a younger sister, Gwendolyn. The eldest sister devoted her life to young Gwen, and spent every waking hour making her smile and laugh.
And this is the beginning of our story. The beginning of Anise's hunting years. The beginning of everything.