In the ancient lore of Halloween, it is whispered that the veil separating our world from the other realms is at its thinnest on this mystical night.
For centuries, this belief was dismissed as mere superstition, a tale spun to entertain and frighten. Yet, one fateful Halloween in the heart of Philadelphia, the myth became a chilling reality.
As the city buzzed with the excitement of costumed revelers, a disturbance rippled through the waters of the Schuylkill River.
From its depths emerged beings of otherworldly origin. Some called them vampires, others aliens, but the name that resonated most was demons.
Panic gripped humanity as these creatures, with their ethereal beauty and terrifying power, descended upon the city.
In their darkest hour, when hope seemed lost, the sky itself split open with a resounding crack.
From the celestial breach descended beings who bore the closest resemblance to humanity's saviors.
They were not angels, but celestial warriors, their eyes aglow with an inner light, their bodies adorned with ancient symbols of power.
With their immense abilities, they drove back the invaders, earning the adoration and reverence of humankind.
For a time, these celestial beings were cherished, hailed as divine protectors.
Yet, as the days turned to years, envy festered in the hearts of men.
The allure of celestial power proved too tempting, and in their greed, they struck down the celestial king, hoping to seize his might for themselves.
In the wake of this betrayal, the celestial leader, a being of wisdom and foresight, realized the futility of further conflict.
He opened the veil once more, guiding his people back to their dimension. Yet, he and a few loyal followers chose to remain, disguising themselves as humans.
They intermingled, and from these unions, hybrids were born—children who possessed the full essence of both human and celestial heritage, their powers surpassing even those of their pure-blooded ancestors.
Among these hybrids was the leader's own son, born of a human mother who did not survive his birth. As whispers of these powerful children spread, fear and suspicion grew. The celestial leader, foreseeing the danger, fled with his son to their celestial realm, where the boy was crowned king, destined to one day return and bridge the worlds anew.