Now reader before we begin I must tell you that this story is dark. This story is tragic, it is sad, painful, horrifying, but romantic, comforting, and hopeful. If you're not interested in dark frighting things then I recommend you don't read this because it has plenty of those. It is a story about five individuals: A half devil, a half vampire, a half werewolf, a nun, a slayer, and heiress. All of them have suffered greatly and you shall now hear their tale. Also sometimes we must go back in time to the characters past but we will focus on the present. This chapter will provide a snippet of the past.

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He was eighteen years old, a very handsome young man with messy black-brown hair, warm brown eyes, and cute freckles. It was no surprise that he had turned out so attractive because his father Rodolfo had been a handsome man with a strong body and physique which he inherited from him and his mother Maria had been a beautiful and delicate woman with those same wonderful brown eyes he inherited from her as well. But aside from looks he was brave, powerful, selfless, and good. He attracted many women while they managed to catch his eye only one could catch his heart.

Her name was Analia Montoya. A young woman also of eighteen who was blessed with great beauty and virtue. It was her beauty that attracted him to her but it was her kind and gentle nature that won his heart. Almost everyone loved Analia for she was a holy woman blessed with gift to heal others, you'd think her parents would be proud but she was not one of the lucky children born to a loving family. Her mother ran off at an age she couldn't remember and her father a merchant was an angry and abusive man who was very strict and would resort to violence if he saw fit. Many wondered how one so good could be the offspring of one so cruel.

But he was determined to save her from her father and give her the life she deserved. Because he loved her more than anything in the world and wouldn't dare let anything or anyone hurt her. Who was this young lad who was so deeply in love with the holy woman? His name was Manny Rivera and today was a good day for him, the sun was out, the air was a calm breeze, and it was warm. There he saw his lover Analia, sitting in the garden doing her needle work.

She had dark brown mid length hair tied with a blue ribbon, pure fair skin, rosy pink cheeks, angelic blue eyes, and a petite body that wore a long sleeved, off the shoulder, white, victorian style dress with a corset, a blue shawl, and a matching lace choker while a pair of flats covered her delicate feet. When she saw him coming a smile graced her face and she rushed into his arms as they shared an embrace and kiss.

"What are you doing here?" She asked. "If my father catches you here again he'll shoot you for sure this time."

"I know but I don't care. Analia I would let that man shoot me dead if I could only hold you in my arms for one moment."

"Oh you don't mean that."

"Of course I do. You know you're the only woman I love."

"Is that right?" She asked raising her eyebrow.

"What?"

"Don't play coy with me. I see you sporting around with some of the women in the taverns and servant's quarters. Especially that maid Zoe, you know she's in love with you."

"Is she?"

"Yes and you should know better than to trifle with a woman's heart. It's probably the worst thing a man could ever do."

"Hey it happened only on one night at the tavern and I was drunk. She came onto me."

"Still she sees it as something special and I don't feel comfortable joining in the torment of breaking a lovesick woman's heart."

"Don't worry I'll break it to her nice and easy. I maybe a bit of a tramp but you know I treat all women respectfully."

"Do I?" She asked suspiciously.

They both laughed and went off to climb trees and run in the fields. The two of them spent the whole day together laughing and playing tricks on each other. There never was a couple so close at the time. When it got late they bid each other goodnight and retired to their beds. But when Analia returned to her bed chamber she found her father waiting for her.

"Hello Father." She said.

"Where were you?" He demanded.

"I...I was in the garden doing my needlework."

"Don't you lie to me!" He shouted.

"But I wasn't lying Father, honest. I was in the garden-"

"Liar!" He shouted striking her across her face. "You were with that boy weren't you?! I told you to stay away from him!"

"Why Father? Why do you hate him so?"

"He's a beast! A devil!"

"He is not! You don't know him! How can you say those things when you don't even know him?"

"I don't need to know him I just need to know his kind!"

"Father you can't say that! He's gentle and kind and brave and hardworking. I love him Father."

"LOVE HIM?!" He roared sizing her by her hair. "It's a lie! Tell me it's a lie! No daughter of mine could ever love that demon! Not my pure and holy daughter!"

"It's not a lie Father." She whimpered. "I love him dearly and he loves me."

"You...You whore!" He struck her again. "Devil's concubine! Satan's mistress! You won't run out on me like your slut mother did! I'll fix you good!"

"Father stop! You're hurting me!"

"I'll show you what real hurt is!"

He grabbed her roughly by the wrist and dragged her over into the other room. He pulled out a nail from the drawer then dragged her over to the fire place.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"I'm going to cleanse that demon inside you." He placed the sharp end of the nail in the fire heating it. All at once Analia realized what was about to happen.

"Oh no. No Father no! Please I beg of you! Not this!"

"Quiet!" With great strength he knocked her down and pinned her hand to a table. She struggled to get away but he was stronger than she was nevertheless she still kept fighting and it only increased when he brought the burning hot nail toward her wrist.

"No! No Father! No!" She begged with tears of terror spilling down her face and she let out an earth shattering scream when the hot metal pierced her skin. Suddenly glass broke as a figure came crashing through the window and forced the man off her. It was Manny, he had left his satchel in the garden and came to retrieve it only hear Analia's screams. Without a second thought he dashed in there as quick as possibly but the door was locked so he climbed up a tree and jumped through the window.

"Analia are you alright?" He asked.

She didn't answer, she just sat in a corner, weeping and clutching her hand. Manny noticed the small trail of blood and followed it to the source which was her right wrist that now had a crucifix craved into it. Rage, a great bubbling rage took over his body. It was a rage he had never known, his eyes turned a flaming green, and he began to beat her father without mercy. He would've killed him if Analia hadn't grabbed his arm and whispered.

"Don't. It's not worth it."

He was reluctant to let him live but for her sake he did but not before grabbing him by the throat and giving him one last message.

"I'm taking her away from you! So you can't hurt her ever again!" He declared. "You are never to touch her or go near her ever again because if you do I'll kill you!"

He then dropped the man, scooped Analia into his arms, and carried her to the home where he lived with his grandfather. It was a mansion that Manny's father had built. Manny was an orphan, his father was killed in a fight when he was tweleve and his mother who had a very weak heart died just a week after his death. Some say she died of a broken heart. His grandfather was a good man a little dishonest and would steal but he meant well and happily agreed to let Analia live with them. Unfortunately though it wasn't long before his grandfather blew all their money on gambling so they were broke.

Soon a war broke out and men young and old were called to join. Manny was one of them, at first he refused but they promised him a small fortune in exchange for his alliance. Desperate for money he agreed.

"Must you go?" Analia asked.

"Yes otherwise how else am I gonna support you?"

"We'll find another way to get the money."

"Analia I promise you, everything will be alright." He said. "Analia I want you to promise me something."

"What's that?"

"If I die in battle then all my money will go to you and my grandfather. With the money you'll be able to take care of yourself but not forever so I want you to find another husband."

"No. Never. I love you and you alone."

"I don't want you to be alone. Promise me that if you can find it in your heart to love another man when I'm gone you'll be with him."

"Alright but you must promise me something too. Promise me that if I should die before you and you can find it in your heart to love another woman then you'll be with her."

"I promise but Analia I'm the one going to war not you."

"You don't know God's plan."

"True, I never thought you would be the child of Mr. Montoya."

"Yeah. A lot of people say that." She sighed. "Manny do you know what I wish?"

"What?"

"Sometimes I wish...I wish that I could've been somebody else. You know a girl born into a good family with loving parents and even with brothers and sisters. A girl who could go to school, have friends, and you know be normal."

"I understand that Analia but don't wish to be someone else you're perfect the way you are."

"Thanks." She kissed him. "I'm going to miss you so much."

"I figured that which is why I got you this." He pulled something out of his pocket, it was a sliver heart shaped music box. He handed it to her and opened it causing music to play.

"It's the song that I sing in church." She realized. "How did you get it to be a tune for a music box?"

"I have a few friends who owe me a favor."

"It's beautiful, I love it." As the music played she began to sing the song that she would had such a beautiful and angelic voice. He enjoyed listening to her sing in church every Sunday it made him feel happy and loved.

"Thank you I love it." She said.

"Something to help you get through the waiting okay?"

"Come back to me soon." She said.

"I will."

They shared one last kiss and he left on his horse.

Reader before I continue further I must go back and introduce you to another character. A simple farm boy living peacefully with his crippled father. He was a very strong and muscular nineteen year old man with a large body that was as hard as stone yet despite this he was gentle, sweet, kind, the total opposite of what you would expect from a big bulking man. He had thick black hair, amber eyes, and a sweet smile. His name was Steven Universe, odd last name but not everyone is the same.

His father Greg was a former poet and musician who was crippled during in explosion that was caused by some robbers invading a shop he was at. His wife Rose , Steven's mother had died when Steven was born so he never knew her and his father had to raise him alone. They were a very happy living on the farm together until a local merchant came along wanting to buy their land which they lacked the money for. Like Manny, Steven was offered a great amount of money if he fought in the war so he joined up.

"Are you sure about this son?" Greg asked.

"Don't worry Father I'll get the money."

"I don't care about the money I care about weather you'll come back or not. I mean with your mother gone you're all I have left."

"But if we lose the farm we lose everything. I'll be fine just pray for me."

"You're so much like your mother you know that? She was always the first to step up to the fight and always the first to think of me."

"I really wish I had known her."

"I know. Come on let's get you packed up."

Steven went up to his bedroom to pack his things when he heard a loud knocking at the door.

"I'll get it son." Greg called. He hobbled over to the door and answered it. It was the merchant Marty. "Can I help you?"

"Yes I've come to collect my property." He said.

"You can't take my land yet not until next October."

"That's three months away. Why waste your time with false hope?"

"I'll get the money so you why don't you scram?"

In one swift move the merchant knocked him down.

"Hey leave my father alone!" Steven cried running downstairs.

"It's okay son." He said. "That was uncalled for sir!"

"Oh be quiet!" Marty punched him and began kicking him over and over again. "Look at you! A pathetic old man who can't even stand up! You're worthless!"

Steven snapped as he felt a great unknown rage. His eyes turned blood red and he began to strangle the merchant. He coughed, choked, and gasped for breath but the boy's intense strength kept him from breathing. He would've choked him to death if his father hadn't stopped him.

"Stop it son!" He said. "That's enough!"

Steven obeyed him and released him but gave him a message.

"You will never have my father's land! Never! Leave and don't come back unless it's to collect the money we owe you!" He snarled.

Marty looked at him pale faced, nodded, and ran away.

"Steven you can't do that."

"Father he was hurting you."

"Yes and all you had to do was stop him not kill him! I don't want my son going to jail for murder! Kill only for food or to defend yourself and others. Never kill in anger and vengeance it is not the way of God."

"But I was protecting you-"

"Until you let your anger cloud your judgement and that is when you were killing in anger. Steven before you were born your mother told me that you would be gifted with great strength but she warned me of how dangerous it could be if used in anger. Your mother was strong to Steven but she only used her strength to protect people and she wanted you to do the same."

"I know."

"Steven promise me that you won't ever use your strength to kill needlessly."

"I promise."

"Good now get some sleep you have a very big day tomorrow."

"Yes sir."

"Wait I have something for you." He went into the closet and brought back sheath. Inside was a great sword with a long, hard, swift, and sharp blade. "It was your mother's sword. It served her greatly in battle, use it well and honorably son."

"I will sir. I promise." The sword was placed back in the sheath and given to him. Steven held it close, it made him feel like his mother was right him. He then went to bed and placed it in his bag. In the morning he left on his hoarse bidding his father farewell.

Reader once again I must go back before I go further to introduce the third important character in our story. He was seventeen year old man, slender, not very manly but he was smart, intelligent, charming, and sophisticated with mysterious black eyes that held great mystery. Unlike most young men who prepared to hunt and fight he preferred to stay at home, take care of things, read, and observe nature. A lot of men mocked him for being so skinny and non athletic mainly because his father, grand-father, and great grandfather had all been strong and greatly masculine men who hunted and fought in wars. Wars that each and every one of them died in.

Growing up people often spread rumors saying that his mother cheating on his father and that he wasn't really his son. But he looked exactly like his great uncle when he was a boy, yes he had two great uncles who weren't that strong in youth so that probably explained this. But he didn't care what they thought of him, his biggest concern in life was his twin sister Mabel. She was a very lovely young girl with long chestnut hair, an adorable laugh, a fair face, and a bright smile. When she reached the proper age to be seeking a husband plenty of young men came courting and she was very flirtatious but he was very protective of her and would chase off any suitor he didn't see fit. He loved his sister and she in return loved him, they were always together.

His name was Dipper Pines and despite how content he was with his life he was determined to prove that he was worth something.

"Mabel! Mabel where are you?" He caught her wearing a flowing pink dress, kissing the black smith's son. "Mabel!"

"What?" She called turning around to face him, revealing the boy's face that had kiss marks all over them.

"Hey! What are you think you're doing with my sister?!" He grabbed broom and ran after him scaring the young man away. "Yeah that's it run! Get out of here! Go on!"

"Dipper we were just kissing." She giggled.

"Yeah and kissing leads to other things."

"Are you gonna ever let me get married?"

"Yeah when they actually ask you instead of kiss you when I'm not looking. Come on breakfast is ready."

"I swear Dipper you're the only boy I know who can cook and clean."

"I consider that an honor."

They laughed and went to enjoy a breakfast of eggs and toast then went with their mother and their uncle Stan to church. The ceremony was led by the new priest Gideon Gleeful. Everyone liked him because he was young, exciting, and very charismatic but Stan Pines, Dipper's uncle didn't trust him or like him.

"I don't get what they like about that twerp?" Stan said. "He's a total wolf in sheep's clothing if you ask me."

"Stanley please." His niece in-law said.

"I'm just saying I've noticed how he looks at girls and I've seen him sleezeing around the tavern picking up prostitutes."

"Stan show some respect!" She snapped. "A man of God would never do something so disrespectful."

"Newsflash honey we're all men of God and all men can be pervy."

"Is there something you'd like to discuss with us Brother Pines." Gideon said.

"Hey you're not my brother you little weasel! My brother died saving a man's life something you'd probably never do!"

"Mr. Pines this anger is not needed." He said.

"You may have everyone else here fooled but I know that inside the priest's clothing lies a demon!"

"Stanley that is enough!" Dipper's mother scolded.

"No please Mrs. Pines I hold no ill will toward him and to prove it I would like to invite the four of you to dinner."

"We'd love to." She said.

Gideon lived in a large house the was filled with hundreds of rooms. It made Dipper wonder what he did to afford all this wealth?

"Everyone please sit and enjoy yourseleves." He said.

The meal was fantastic and the food along with the wine served was exquisite. Dipper, Mabel, and their mother enjoyed themselves but Stan didn't come. He didn't feel comfortable eating in the home of a fake.

"Thank you for inviting us to dinner Minister Gleeful." Mabel said. "But you didn't have to do this."

"But I enjoy it. You see I don't get much company especially when they are two lovely ladies."

Their mother blushed and giggled.

"You know Mrs. Pines I've noticed that you have been having money trouble lately so I decided that as a man of the church I should be more charitable to people so I'm going to loan you some money."

"Minister Gleeful that's much too generous."

"I insist."

"That's very nice of you." Dipper said. "But why the sudden interest in us."

"As I said I want to be more charitable."

"Still we should repay you in some way." Mabel said.

"Well I don't expect anything in return but if you insist I wouldn't mind a few visits from Mabel now and then. Her smile makes me so happy."

They laughed and continued to dine unaware of the priest's true motives. The next day men vegan signing up to join the war. Dipper was never one for war but part of him felt like he kind of had to. He approached the sign up sheet and pondered on weather he should sign up or not.

"Don't bother!" Said one large, muscular man. "A weak Loser like you wouldn't last a day in bit camp!"

"You're a shame to your family." His equally masculine friend said.

Dipper glitches his teeth but kept his cool, he grabbed the pen and sighed his name.

"Hey Dipper I heard your sister has been going around kissing boys! You think the little slut would do me?"

Dipper dropped his pen, at wind speed he turned around and glared at them with blazing yellow eyes and growled. He grabbed one of them and threw him right into an alley as if was just a piece trash then grabbed the other by the neck and dug his fingers so deep into it that he draw blood and when he smelled it he regained control and released him.

He looked into the frightened eyes of the large man he nearly killed. He couldn't believe how strong he was. Was that even him who did it? Maybe he did stand a chance in the army.

"Don't you ever talk about my sister like that again! And I'm not weak! I'll prove to you that I'm worth something! I'll join the war and come back a hero!"

His family on the other hand.

"You can't go!" His sister blubbered. "You'll die just like Father."

"Mabel I'm sick of everyone thinking that I'm useless so I'm going to prove them all wrong." He said packing his bag.

"You don't have to get yourself killed to prove that! Dipper our father, grandfather, great grandfather all died in wars! You could be next!"

"Mabel calm down. Geez you're worse than Mother."

"Still if anything ever happened to you I don't think I could live with myself." She said. "When we lost Father I was heartbroken and for brief moment I was afraid that someone wouldn't give me away on my wedding day. But then I remembered that I still had you and you know how I flirt with all those boys? Well even though I enjoy it I know they don't really love me but you...You're the only boy who truly loves me. If you die in war there will be no boy to love me."

"Oh Mabel don't think like that." He said hugging her. "You'll find someone who loves just as much as I do and don't worry I'll be there on your wedding day."

"Really?"

"Yes. I can already see it now. It'll be sunny at the church and you'll be wearing Mother's wedding dress."

"With yellow flowers in my hair?"

"Sure."

"And you'll give me away right? Promise me that you'll be the one to give me away."

"I promise."

"Good then that means that you'll come back right?"

"Yes and I'll come back a war hero."

And he would join the army and come back a hero but he would regret going for the rest of his life. This is only a small story of each character's past the next chapter will take place in the present but I must warn you it only gets darker from here. If you want to believe that all three of them returned as war heroes, that Manny and Analia married, Steven saved his father's land, and that Dipper finally earned respect then stop reading right because I regret to inform you that known of that happens. But if you want to know the truth no matter how dark and painful it is then read on.

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