Flashback…
Penthouse Suite, Gwyneth Towers,123 Celestial Crescent, Gwyneth District, Galwynn State,Azuria, AZR 9876..
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The sun glistened upon the silhouette of a man, tall and imposing, his presence casting a dark shadow. His piercing red eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire, and his skin was as pale as an alabaster, giving him an otherworldly aura.
He had this cold look in his eyes and an evil glare that seemed to cut through the darkness, and a very deadly smile that hinted at the horrors he was capable of. Some might say he was the devil incarnate, but no, he was something far more sinister…Lord Valerius, the Blood King, head of all vampires, ruler of the night.
Valerius was the oldest vampire who ever lived, a creature of legend and terror. All vampires whether rogue or elite, trembled at the mention of his name. He was vicious,ruthless and cunning, with a reputation for brutality that had spread throughout the vampire world.
They whispered stories of his cruelty, his cunning and his unquenchable thirst for power and blood.
Valerius stood at the window, his gaze lost in the cityscape as the sun's dying breath cast a golden glow over the steel and concrete jungle. His penthouse, a symbol of his power and wealth, seemed to stretch on forever, a testament to his iron grip on the city's underworld.
But despite the tranquility of the moment, Valerius's mind was a maelstrom of thoughts. His eyes narrowed, his brow furrowed in concentration. Alethea's message had been cryptic, but one phrase kept echoing in his mind: "impending doom". The words sent a shiver down his spine, a rare display of unease from a man known for his iron control.
Who could be behind this threat? The Moroccans, with their endless desire for power? The Italians, with their old-school tactics? Or perhaps someone closer to home, someone he had trusted? The possibilities swirled in his mind like a vortex, each one more treacherous than the last.
Valerius's grip on the windowsill tightened, his knuckles white with tension. He had built his empire on a foundation of blood and steel, and he wouldn't let anyone tear it down without a fight. His eyes seemed to bore into the city, as if daring anyone to try.
The soft chime of the penthouse elevator broke the silence, a gentle reminder that he wasn't alone. His assistant's voice came, low and respectful, "Sir, Alethea is here to see you."
Valerius's gaze never walted from the city, but a cold,calculating smile spread across his face. "Send her in," he said, his voice a low, menacing growl.
Alethea was a beautiful young woman. Her long silver hair cascaded down her back like a river of moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly sheen. Her piercing emerald green eyes seemed to gleam with an inner light, as if they held the secrets of the universe within their depths.
Her skin had a warm, golden glow, like the first light of dawn breaking over the horizon. It was as if she had been kissed by the sun itself, imbuing her with a radiance that was both captivating and unsettling.
Alethea's features were finely chiseled, her high cheekbones and slender nose giving her an air of elegant beauty. She wore a flowing white robe, intricately embroidered with swirling patterns that seemed to shift and move like the tides. The garment seemed to shimmer and glow in the light, as if it were woven from the very fabric of the heavens themselves.
As she moved, her very presence seemed to fill the air with an electric charge, like the anticipation before a thunderstorm. It was as if she held the very secrets of the universe within her grasp, and her eyes seemed to whisper secrets to those who dared to meet her gaze. With a subtle raise of her hand, the winds whispered truths to her, and the stars aligned to reveal the hidden paths of destiny - for Alethea was a prognosticator, gifted with the sight of the unknown.
Valerius turned from the window, his eyes fixed intently on Alethea as she glided into the room. The soft gaslight danced across her features, casting an ethereal glow on her silver hair and white robes.
"Alethea," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Tell me, what is this vision you've had?"
Alethea's eyes seemed to cloud over, as if she were gazing into a distant realm. "My lord," she began, her voice low and hypnotic. "I have seen...a night of reckoning. The full moon, a lunar eclipse, will bear witness to the birth of two children. A male, born of the vampire bloodline, will rise to claim the title of Supreme. A female, born of the wolf's own womb, will rise to lead her pack as Alpha."
Valerius's eyes narrowed, his interest piqued. "Go on," he urged, his voice dripping with anticipation.
Alethea's gaze seemed to bore into his soul. "These children, my lord, will bear the mark of the half moon on their necks. Their destinies are intertwined, forever linked by the threads of fate. They are the key to ending the war that has ravaged our world for centuries. The vampires and wolves will unite, and under their guidance, peace will reign."
Valerius's expression darkened, his grip on his composure slipping. "And what of me?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.
Alethea's eyes seemed to fill with a deep sadness. "My lord, your reign will come to an end. The war will be the catalyst for change, and you will be the sacrifice. The children will bring about your downfall, and a new era will dawn."
The room fell silent, the only sound the soft hum of the city's nightlife outside. Valerius's eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire, his mind racing with the implications of Alethea's prophecy.
Alethea's words hung in the air, heavy with foreboding, as Valerius's eyes burned with a mixture of anger and fear.
But Alethea's expression remained serene, as if she had more to reveal. "My lord," she continued, her voice low and soothing, "the love between the children will be their strength, their guiding light in the darkness. It will be their greatest weapon, and it will be the key to their victory."
Valerius's gaze narrowed, his interest piking up. "Love?" he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "What use is love in a world of war and bloodshed?"
Alethea's eyes seemed to shine with a gentle light. "Love is the greatest power of all, my lord. It is the one thing that can conquer even the darkest of hearts. The love between the children will give them the strength to overcome any obstacle, to defeat any foe."
Valerius's expression darkened, his anger simmering just below the surface. He turned away from Alethea, his eyes blazing with fury.
"Lucas!" he roared, his voice echoing through the penthouse.
His right-hand man, Lucas, stepped forward, his eyes cold and calculating. "Yes, my lord?"
Valerius's voice was low and deadly. "I want every male child born from this moment until the eclipse to be...eliminated. Leave no one alive. If the Supreme Vampire is not born, then there will be no war. No war, no danger. It's the only way to ensure our safety."
Lucas's eyes gleamed with a cruel light. "As you command, my lord. It shall be done."
Alethea's expression remained serene, but her eyes seemed to cloud over with sadness. "My lord, you may think that you can stop the prophecy, but the threads of fate are already in motion. The children will be born, and their love will change everything."
Valerius's laughter was cold and mirthless. "We'll see about that," he sneered, his eyes blazing with determination.