Cottontail: I don't own Demon Diary. I don't own the characters (Raenef V, Eclipse, Chris, Erutis, Leeche, Raenef IV, Krayon, Hejem, Aurelied, and meh…). If the legend mentioned has any similarities to an actual myth, it is purely coincidence. It is an alternate universe story. Get used to it. There is also shonen-ai /yaoi /gay content. NO FLAMES!!
Scholars and historians alike all gathered to one building, a mansion. An historical discovery had been made, and someone must've thought it to be of great importance to have brought so many people together.
One man stood in the center of the room. He appeared young and of Asian decent, but his eyes conveyed great wisdom. His presence brought silence to the room, and he spoke.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I don't know how familiar you are with the legend of the sun and moon. But for those who don't know, here it is:
"The sun goddess Ray and the moon god Eclipse were secretly in love, but Ray's family would never allow it. So Ray ran away to the moon and the sun stopped shining. Darkness covered the earth. The gods were angered, but before they separated the pair,
they each gave each other a lock of hair. And now there is night where the moon shine in remembrance of his lost love."
"I'm sorry, but did you really call us here just to tell us fairy tales."
The man smiled. "I'm glad you asked." Upon holding up a book, he continued, "This is the diary of a Japanese (I know Demon Diary's Korean) lord named Eclipse. The whole story was based off his love affair with a Caucasian prince."
The same man spoke up, "So now you tell us it's a gay soap opera. We're not young girls who are entertained so easily." (No offence yaoi fans)
"So leave, but I you honestly don't think I would drag you all the way here if it wasn't of great importance."
The man sat, and silence fell once again. The host then pointed to a black metal coffin. The sides had been welded shut, and the name scraped from existence.
"That is Prince Raenef V, also called Rae. I've been searching the globe for his grave."
He then took a seat at the head of a large table. "It's story time children."
