Lumen Lunae Noctu
Prologue
Back in the 18th century, where souls were known to play without the use of a living body, there lived a man that governed over them. The darkness of his heart became the night as the white of his hair and skin became the moon and stars. He was considered a god, for even Death followed his every command. But something happened to this man, this god, making him vanish with out a trace. Rumors became stories, stories became legends, then soon the legends became myths as time passed. Now Death was on the move again in search of something that should not be taken.
A smile ran across his internal grin, "I shall find two people with golden hearts to sacrifice. Such blaspheme would surely summon the Dark Lord."
Death grabbed his single-edged scythe and got up from his throne, floating to the mystic urn as he did so.
He waved his arms around the pot, making a swirl inside the pot. Ah yes… The future. I will go to that time and will get the two people from there. Tee hee hee. But for now, I need to get ready to do so, Reaper thought as he grinned a bit.
"There they are, walking in the forest with no one else in sight. I will get you, Tee hee hee." He mumbled.
Death gathered all of its magic spells and minions to prepare for the ceremony.
"My minions, the time has come. We have no time to waste. If we don't get this right in time, our dark lord won't come. March, MARCH children of the night. For tomorrow tonight our master returns."
Death and all of it's minions lined up as an army as Grim opened the portal.
Grim chuckled a bit before he went into the portal.
"This is when their nightmare begins." Grim told to himself as he past through the portal.
End of prologue