This is only a Prequel

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The story of the girl they called The Witch of the North

White as snow, so pure
Hair like a moonless night
Lips as red as blood 


She’s a definition of beauty


She is kind and loved by the people around her but what went wrong 


How did she become the witch of the North


Greed



Because of the Greed of people



She became the witch worse than they have imagined her to be

200 years ago man created the greatest AI known but this Machine eventually grew a mind of its own and evetually it's own body, it rose up with others like it against the human race this battle went on for about 20 years and nature and most resources were dieing off cause of the continuing battles but the final battle it released a large blast but is wasn't a bomb it was something else entirely, the machines had something hidden down their main base, something that wasn't human or machine something not of this earth, the blast brought back nature it changed it along with the humans and Machines closes to the blast.....both of them went a evolution of some sorts and because of this both sides where able to form a peace ending the war



Lia Giles became a border guard and mechanic for the power lines on the in between of the main city and the unearthly forests, no longer being able to stand living in the high technology world where humans are treated like second class citizens. On one of her patrols she discovers something or more like someone that no one has ever seen before.

Aderyn Baines

Lisa was the student council president and my only friend. We had known each other since we were small. She had always been there for me and vice versa. Lisa directed her glare at Jason and he calmly put me down.
"You were lucky this time, Adreyn," he said before leaving with his posse.
"I can't keep doing this" Lisa told me after they left.
"Why?!" I asked, "are you losing votes?"
That's one reason" she said, "The other is that nothing gets accomplished."
"What do you mean?" I responded walking alongside her.
"You never really learn your lesson," she told me, "Ignoring him should be your response."
"As if!" I countered.
"Things will never change with his dad in charge and you know that," she said before entering the club room.
The door slammed shut and I was alone again. That's when I saw Jason, the blond adonis once again. It was amazing how many girls wanted to date him. However, they avoided Chester and Jesse for the most part. Jesse abstained from dating and Chester was just crazy.
After the girls had left, the boys started talking about one of our town's most iconic landmarks. It was considered one of the most haunted places in the town. It was called The Silo.
The Silo was an old farming complex that had been built in 1900. It had also been a smuggler's hideaway during prohibition. After prohibition was when things got spooky. There was said to be an ugly old witch living in The Silo.
The Silo Witch was said to have three red eyes, four arms, and eight legs. She was also said to have black matted fur all over her body. The Silo Witch had taken multiple victims from the town. The most recent example was Alexandra Harris.
Alexandra Harris was the definition of the school weirdo. She had disappeared last summer around the Silo. If Jason tried to raid the place, he would disappear from my life as well. I honestly hoped he did...

Any spell formation that was perfectly activated would be able to unleash a part of the creator's power.
The Thousandfold Cherry Slaughter Formation was no exception to this.
The Thousandfold Cherry Slaughter Formation was the most powerful spell formation created by the Witch Matriarch. When perfectly activated, the Thousandfold Cherry Slaughter Formation could even summon the spirit of the Witch Matriarch!
"Do you see now? This is how you correctly use a formation."
An Lin held the wooden carving with a calm expression.
The two witches knelt onto the ground, trembling uncontrollably, and they didn't even dare to speak.
Yes, sir, whatever you say is correct, sir!
They were in too much awe and veneration to do anything.
"Little Cherry, keep an eye on them and make sure they don't go around yelling like idiots again," An Lin commanded.
The Witch Matriarch bowed and nodded obediently.
The two witches almost threw up a mouthful of blood upon seeing this. The high and mighty Witch Matriarch was being referred to as Little Cherry? And she accepted the name? Who the hell was this man?!
At the same time, Xu Xiaolan released a little white bird that fluttered over to the woman in the kimono on the second story. "Don't go anywhere, or you might get burned."
The caretaker had cold sweat pouring down her face, and her heart was filled with horror. Her instincts told her that if she was to move without permission, she would definitely be reduced to a plume of smoke in the blink of an eye.
She was extremely remorseful. These two weren't some enemy spies, they were unfathomably powerful beings! To think that she was talking about ridiculous things like killing them without spilling blood, all she wanted to do was to slap herself right now!
Powerful beings like them could come and go as they pleased.
She could only hope that these two mighty figures weren't short-tempered and would spare them out of the kindness of their hearts.
An Lin and Xu Xiaolan ignored the three trapped witches before making their way into the building.
The decor within the building was very intricate and filled with an antiquated beauty.
The entire space was very comforting and inviting with painted screens, beautiful calligraphy, and an incense burner emanating a faint, fragrant aroma, striking one with the involuntary urge to relax. 
There were mysterious mutant beasts painted on the walls, and off to the side was a tea table crafted from some sort of unidentifiable wood. From that tea table, one could see through the window and their gaze would rest on the cherry blossom forest outside.
An Lin and Xu Xiaolan were both admiring the decor within the building. The owner of this place had a very good aesthetic taste.
Soon, the two of them arrived on the third floor.
"I detected your aura from this room." Xu Xiaolan pointed at the extremely intricate wooden door before her.
"Impossible, I've never been here." An Lin slapped his chest.
He was absolutely confident that he had never been here before.
An amused smile appeared on Xu Xiaolan's face. "I believe you; I'm just curious. I can definitely sense your aura coming from this room, and I just want to see what's inside."
The two of them carefully pushed the door open.
They were then both completely dumbstruck by the sight that they were greeted by.
Their minds went blank momentarily.
"This…" Xu Xiaolan was feeling a little dizzy.
"Holy sh*t… Xiaolan, this… this has nothing to do with me!" An Lin's voice was trembling.
Within the room was a series of shocking images.
High definition photos of An Lin were plastered all over the walls.
An Lin enjoying a meal, An Lin playing games, An Lin in silence, An Lin with his brows furrowed, An Lin with a warm smile on his face, An Lin in battle… These walls were like a caricature of An Lin's life!
On the table, there was a cup with An Lin's photo plastered upon it as well as an intricate miniature resin carving of An Lin.
Most shocking of all was the bed in the room.
There was an An Lin body pillow made completely to scale sitting on the bed!
Furthermore, there was even an extremely realistic blowup An Lin doll!
Most importantly and most damning of all was that on the patch of the wall near the bed, there were all types of images of two people embracing one another or engaging in all types of intimate poses. These photos took up almost an entire wall! Both the people in the photos wore extremely content and joyful expressions, as if they were completely head over heels for one another.
What almost sent An Lin into cardiac arrest was that the man in the photos was none other than himself!
He was completely dumbstruck and offered an urgent explanation, "This… Xiaolan, let me explain! I've never done anything like this before!"
Xu Xiaolan looked at the high definition photos, and a burst of pure white flames flashed past her eyes before she nodded. "These photos are fake…"
An Lin looked at all of the images of himself in the room, and he was struck by the urge to throw up blood.
In particular, when he saw that massive collection of photos near the bed, his soul almost escaped from his body.
After seeing the woman in those photos, he finally began to understand what was going on.
This room… was Ying Luoqing's room!
An Lin recalled that night when Ying Luoqing had dragged him away to "have some fun".
Even though An Lin had rejected her, it looked like her obsession over him was not curbed in the slightest. If anything, it appeared to have become even more severe.
"I can tell that this girl really likes you…" Xu Xiaolan made her way around the room and surveyed the photos on the walls with an indifferent expression on his face.
An Lin's lips twitched, and he was wondering if he should just kneel on the Lava Jackfruit right now as a sign of repentance.
Xu Xiaolan walked over to the table to discover that there was a crudely drawn image of a man and a woman holding hands, upon which was inscribed the names Ying Luoqing and An Lin.
"Sigh… My An Lin is too exceptional. To think that you can make someone admire you to such an extent…" Xu Xiaolan heaved a forlorn sigh.
An Lin immediately chimed in in an urgent voice, "Exactly! I have so many fans, so there's bound to be a few really fanatical ones. I'm actually quite bothered about this as well! Just to make this clear though, none of this has anything to do with me!"
A faint smile appeared on Xu Xiaolan's face. "I get it. Don't be so tense. Am I that scary to you?"
An Lin swallowed before shaking his head.
Xu Xiaolan made her over to a wooden chair before pointing at it. "I can sense that your aura is coming from this chair."
An Lin turned to look at the chair upon which he came to a sudden realization. "This is the chair I sat on when playing games with Ne Zha and Da Bai at the Kunlun Mountain crack, so it makes sense that it contains traces of my aura…"
Both of them fell silent.
Just how much of an obsessive fixation did Ying Luoqing have over An Lin to prompt her to bring back this chair that An Lin had sat on all the way from the Hua Nation before revering it like a precious treasure…
…


On modern-day Earth, An Lin seems to have been abandoned by God. 
When his father suddenly disappears, An Lin is left with his father's immense debt, putting his life at risk. 
After being forced to a rooftop by his pursuing creditors, An Lin is unexpectedly swept off his feet and brought to the ground safely.
    
After learning that he was saved by an Immortal, An Lin is gifted, seemingly out of pure generosity, the 'God Of War System,' and a pass to a new realm.
Follow An Lin as he experiences a whole new world of legends, meets many new friends, acquires legendary weapons and tools, and starts on his path of becoming a powerful cultivator. There is never a dull time in An Lin's new life with his ‘great’ new system!

I dropped Scott off at his house, waving back at him, as I rode home. I grimaced at the pain from the wolf bite. Wolves haven't been in Beacon Hills for over 60 years and the first one to be seen bit me and Scott, what terrible luck. At least we found the upper half of the body, man it was gruesome and awesome. A smile on my face at the memory of finding the actual body.
I rode into the garage, parking my jeep and got out. I put pressure on my wound, thank you Melissa for the medical lessons and walked inside the house. My dad wouldn't be back for a while, so I heated up the cheese fries hidden in the freezer away from him, while I went to clean and bandage my wound. He shouldn't complain, the doctor said he shouldn't be eating it.
I took out the rubbing alcohol and dabbed some tissue with it, using it to clean the bite. Then I put a bandage around it. Afterwards, I looked in the mirror, my reflection staring back at me, one of a pasty 5'9", white teenager with little to no musculature, brown eyes and brown hair. I sighed in frustration at my lack of muscle definition. No matter how many times I lift weights it was really hard for me to gain any muscle definition.
After eating the cheese fries, I washed the late and put it on the rack, and then went to bed, changing into my pajamas, closing my eyes and going to sleep.
I woke up, hearing a flapping noise in my room. I thought a bird had gotten in. I looked around, in the darkness, the moon shining though my opened window, my only light. I wiped the sleep out of my eyes and saw red eyes, glowing back at me. i turned on my lamp and saw a blue eyes, black haired man. He was fit, in a clean and unwrinkled black suit. I jolted up from my bed and yelled at him, "What the hell are you doing in my house? You do know that the sheriff lives here, right? Leave and there'll be no problems."
 He warmly smiled at me and said in a British accent, "Hello Stiles."
I looked at him, "How do you know my name? Wait, how did you get into my room and what was that flapping sound?"
He stared at me with a confused expression on his face, "didn't your mother tell you about me, about how you were born."
"How I was born? My mom's been dead for years, frontotemporal dementia. She's never mentioned you." I could see his expression change for a moment, a look of sadness showing. he sat down at the edge of my bed and said "you may not know this but your mom was a witch, not like the ones you see on TV, but a bona-fide spell casting, animal sacrificing witch. She summoned me and we made a deal, after she found out that your father couldn't have kids. I possessed your father and impregnated your mother, nine months later, you were born."
'I couldn't believe this guy, possession, witches, he's insane.', I thought to myself. "you're insane, so I'm just going to go to my phone and call my dad." Slowly backwards walking out of my room. "He smirked at me and then two wings, busted out of his back. My mouth dropped open, "it's true, its all true.", I said in awe of his white wings. "Yes, it is. No matter what the Bible says, I never lie."
"The bible.... Wait, who are you?", I asked him, already having a possible person in mind. "Oh, I am Lucifer Morningstar, The Fallen angel, Devil, Beelzebub, Old Scratch, and the Lord of Hell. Also your Half-father." His wings raising to the sky at his words.
"So the Devil is my dad?", I asked him in utter disbelief. He nodded, a mischievous smile on his face. He pulled out a gold pocket watch  and opened it, looking at the time. He closed it and said "we don't have time for this, we have to get there before the transformation ends."
"Where is 'there' and what transformation do you mean?", I asked him, confused.
"The place that we will be going is Hell and what I ..." I cut him off. "I am not going to Hell.", I said to him, vehemently. He continued what he was saying.
"What I mean by transformation is yours into a werewolf. The wolf that bit you, he was a werewolf. Your town is full of supernatural creatures. From kitsune to wendigo. I had always thought that it would be Talia, who bit you, on account of the favor she owed me. I even set up the pool because of it, but at least, it was a Hale who did it."
"What pool?", I asked, fully confused at this point. "We don't have time for all the questions, let's go." He walked over and gripped my arm tightly, then brought me to the window. He jumped out with me in tow. His wings popping out of his back, he flew downwards as I began screaming in fear. "Wait, wait, ahhhhhhhh!", closing my eyes and screaming at the terror of being splatted across the pavement.

I am the New Oliver Queen. I am the one who will save his city and protect his family. One Arrow at a time.

A couple of hours later, Shadow Witch came back. She handed Charlie more food, and then awkwardly stood beside her without talking. After a good five minutes of silence, Charlie turned to her and asked.
       "What are you doing?" 
       "You said you were lonely." She said. 
       "Oh, uh, yeah. Are you actually going to talk to me though? Or are you just going to stand in the corner and stare at me?"
       "It depends." Shadow Witch said. "What do you want to talk about?"
      Charlie stabbed the macaroni and cheese on her plate and took a bite. It tasted artificial, and slightly chewy. It was definitely from a box, but it tasted worse somehow. Charlie didn't know how you could mess up boxed macaroni, but she assumed Show Witch would be able to find a way. 
      "How about what it is that you want my father to give you?" Charlie said after she had swallowed.
       "If you don't know, I'm not telling you." Shadow Witch said. "All that��s important, is that it belongs to me, and I want it." 
        "Geez. Maybe I should have just told her to leave me alone." Charlie thought.
      Charlie sighed, and looked back up at her. 
      "If you don't get...this thing...that you want, you're not going to kill me, are you?" Charlie asked as she picked at her food.
      "Don't be stupid." Shadow Witch said quietly. "What good would that do me?" 
       "What do you mean?" 
      "I mean, if they won't give me what I want while you're alive, they definitely won't give it to me if you end up dead." Shadow With said.
       "Have you ever… killed anyone?" 
       "No. Of course not." Shadow Witch said. "Why would I need to do something like that?"
       Charlie raised her eyebrows.
       "Why do you look surprised?"
       "Well, I mean, you're a villain." Charlie said.
        "What makes me a villain?"
        Charlie let out an incredulous laugh.
        "You're kidding, right? You kidnapped me, you wear a spooky black suit that makes your voice all deep, you live in this creepy house with no exits, you have no regard for the law… do you want me to go on?" 
       "So I'm a villain to you, and maybe to society at large. But what does that mean anyway? Society's definition of what's good and what's bad is changing all the time." Shadow Witch said.
        "Don't try to get philosophical on me." Charlie rolled her eyes. "You're clearly not a good guy. Kidnapping has pretty much always been not a good thing." 
       "I wasn't implying that I was a good guy, just that morality in general maybe be as black and white as you think." 
       Just as Charlie opened her mouth to respond, a muffled beeping filled the room. Charlie glanced around in confusion, but her eyes eventually landed on Shadow Witch, who pressed a blinking button on the wrist of her suit.    
       "What is that? A bomb?" Charlie said nervously. It was only half a joke.
       Shadow Witch abruptly stood up.
       "No. I've got someone on the secure line." 
       Charlie followed her up off of the mattress.
       "Is it my dad? Can I talk to him?!" She said, practically hopping up and down beside the woman.
        "Let's find out."
          A hand clamped down on Charlie's shoulder.
         "Wait—"
          In a flash, they were back in the dimly lit computer room, and Charlie was dry heaving on the floor.
         "Dammit." She grumbled, pulling herself up. 
         Shadow Witch offered her hand, and Charlie used it to pull herself upright. Once she had more or less recovered, Shadow Witch marched over to her computer station, and started once again, typing away furiously. 
      This time, it actually was her father who appeared on the screen. He was wearing his usual black business suit, but with an even more stern facial expression.
      "Thank you for finally contacting me, Mr. Delacqua, I—"
       Charlie dashed over, and promptly pushed Shadow Witch out of her chair so she could take her place in front of the screen.
         "Hi, dad!" She said, waving furiously. 
         Both her father and the guards that stood on either side of him stared at her, wide eyed. He opened his mouth to speak, but before any words came out, Shadow Witch yanked her back by the collar of her shirt.
       "Hey, I was talking to him!" Charlie complained.
       "Hush." Shadow Witch said, taking her place. "You'll get your turn. Stop acting like a child." 
       Charlie quickly resigned to pouting in the corner, arms crossed just out of frame, and Shadow Witch turned back to the screen. She could still see the screen, and her father certainly didn't look happy.
       "Anyway. Thank you for finally contacting me. You've agreed to my terms, I would assume?"
        "Actually." Her father started, tone even. "I have thought about it, and I would like to make a counter offer of my own."
        Shadow Witch tapped her gloves fingers impatiently on the desk. "And that is?"
       "Give me my daughter back, and you stay out of The Hole." 
       Charlie winced and glanced down at Shadow Witch, expecting her to lash back at him, but she sat silently. Being threatened with The Hole wasn't something to take lightly; the government only sent the villains who were the worst of the worst there.
It was well known for being the worst place you could end up. Not many people even knew where it was, but if the rumors about what went down there were true, it certainly wasn't a place anyone wanted to end up. Charlie heard that it was several feet underground, and that the prisoners were in near constant solitary confinement. There were even rumors of illegal experiments.
       "I'm afraid I can't agree to that Mr. Delacqua." Shadow Witch said. "My terms stand."
       "I'm sorry to hear that." Charlie's father said. "Then it looks like we will have to start taking more aggressive action against you."
        "I look forward to it." Shadow Witch said, then quickly ended the call.
        "Hey!" Charlie shouted. "You said I would get my turn to talk with him!"
        The villain shrugged. "He was being uncooperative. Maybe next time he'll have a more agreeable attitude." 
       "That's so unfair!" Charlie said. "If you're going to kidnap me and hold me here against my will, the least you can do is let me talk to my father!"
        Shadow Witch easily pushed past her.
        "Like I said, maybe next time."
        "Wha— you can't just—"
        Shadow Witch roughly grabbed her wrist and snapped. In a dizzying flash, they were back in the musty, windowless prison.
        Charlie stumbled back up, staring up under Shadow Witch's rigid figure, tall and looming.
       "Wrong. I can do whatever I want." 
      And with that, she was gone.

Tedious
Definition of tedious - too long, slow...
...tiresome.

Days had passed since then, since she first appeared in his life.
Out of nowhere, an entity that he only saw in his novels was suddenly.. there.
And she was annoying.

Everywhere he went, she was there. It was mostly at random times, but she started appearing more frequently each day went by. She was even with him right now.
Walking on the sidewalk was the same old Takehiro Suzuki. Instead of dripping wet clothes, he was now sporting a blue jacket and a purple undershirt, with black trousers as his choice of fashion. His face might look a little weird to others, as the teenager was half-American half-Japanese, but it was mostly subsided by his taped eyeglasses.
His expression looked a bit.. tired. To others, it may have looked like he was really paranoid, but...
Why...why the heck was she still here?
Standing amidst everything was the figure from before. She had been appearing non-stop these last few days, which made him a bit unsettled. With her arms swung behind her back, she followed the blonde-haired teenager, and, well, she was quite the loudmouth.
"So what's with your sister? She sounded like a total hag when she came back from her friends." The witch started, looking at the trees with her red eyes.
"For a 'witch', you're really using a lot of modern terms here." Takehiro sighed. One more question and he might actually pass out.
"E-Eh!? Even though I came from a different world, it doesn't mean I can't speak your language!" She looked irritated, expressing a "pout" face. "Where are we even going, anyways?"
"To a hospital.", he replied. "It's a regular appointment thing. It's kinda far, and my sister took my bike.." Takehiro's tone sounded bitter. It wasn't fair.
"She's a hag! Definitely!"
"Yeah, yeah.." Scratching the back of his ear, Takehiro didn't know what to make of her. Sure, she was definitely a hallucination, but she didn't seem to want to go away. Even when he asked her, she would always respond with "you'll know". It was an ominous answer from someone with a clumsy personality like her.
What was going on here?
Despite that, he continued to walk towards his destination, and it seemed like he was walking faster than usual..
"H-Huh!? That's not cool! You know I can't run fast! Don't try to escape me!" The witch hurried along, holding her staff as she ran.
She sounded like a serial killer, he thought..

A long walk later...

In the midst of it all, this whole scenario could be described as a mentally ill teenager walking around with an imaginary friend.
Add the phrase "in a big city" to that and you can guess what situation they were in.
Even the sidewalks were busy in Tokyo. Cars whooshed around, crowds and groups of people walked by like blurs.
Takehiro's anxiety was really kicking in now. He didn't want to have an episode right when he was in the middle of the street. That's happened before, and.. it wasn't good.
"Hey!" The witch called out.
Takehiro turned, blinking with a confused expression. "What?"
"It says Kurashiki Central Hospital here. You sure you're going in the right way?" She pointed her staff at a huge, white building that had a big green + on it. 'Kurashiki Central Hospital' was printed on the building with neon lights.
"..Oh." The 16-year-old scratched his blonde bowl cut, staring at the building for a few seconds.
Was he just deep in his thoughts, or was that his mental illness?
He frowned.
"I thought witches only read medieval Greek." Takehiro remarked, walking past the witch and entered the hospital.
"That's only in your novels! Reincarnated as an Evil Witch or whatever." The witch groaned, following the teenager inside.
"Magical Witch!" He shouted in response.
...
The hospital was huge, as expected. Rows and rows of seats were both on the side and the center, with a counter far away from them. It was a standard hospital, with the amount of rooms as much as the seats here.
The witch frowned at the sight.
"What's wrong?" Takehiro peeked a look at the witch. Her expression seemed concerned, and even if she was a hallucination, he didn't seem to feel good about it.
"We've had a lot of casualties in our history, but this.." She looked pained, re-positioning her hat as she watched the patients. "That child, that woman.. I didn't know this was happening in your world."
Takehiro frowned. He didn't know how to respond to that.
"A lot of people get sick here. Even I'm sick." He admitted, scratching the back of his head as he turned back to the counter. "It's why I'm getting the appointment in the first place."
"So you can't heal them?" Heal? Even though it was a word that he's heard so many times in his novels, it was weird to see someone say it here. Even if it was a hallucination..
"..Yeah." He responded, "They can only treat them. Magic doesn't exist here."
The witch looked down, not really saying anything. A long silence ensued after that. She only stood there, while he was just watching. "If only-" She suddenly stopped herself, "Sorry. Whatever, let's get a move on!" The witch went first, and he doubted that she knew where she was going.
But this made Takehiro wonder..
She was almost like a real person.
She showed emotion, thoughts, and even sadness for the patients here. Throughout his whole life, even when he was off medication, he hasn't seen anything like that. It made him doubt himself.
She seemed more real than anybody here, too.
Though, his thoughts were about to be interrupted, as the witch seemingly returned from her walk, looking a bit embarrassed.
"So.. I'm not actually here, and, well, I don't know where I'm going, either.." She nervously chuckled, as Takehiro squinted his eyes at her. He eventually sighed, face-palming and making his way towards the counter.
The appointment was about to start. And he didn't know at the time, but..
This was truly the moment that changed his life.

A tale of two people, a guy who gets an ability to see someone who is going to die within 10 minutes. Emotionless is a perfect definition for him. And a girl who is the number one Singer of Korea and known as "Witch with Beauty" because of her attitude toward others. Somehow both of them have some memory of their childhood. Is that memory good or bad?
After many years they meet in a dramatic way but don't have any idea about each other. One is the North Pole and another is the South Pole, Will they form any relationship? A boy who always blames and disguises his life and a girl who gets anything she wants, no matter what. Mostly one is just a mere employer of Event management and another is a country queen (Celebrity).
 "Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to our eyes."
*Let's start the journey*

A tale of two people, a guy who gets an ability to see someone who is going to die within 10 minutes. Emotionless is a perfect definition for him. And a girl who is the number one Singer of Korea and known as “Witch with Beauty” because of her attitude toward others. Somehow both of them have some memory of their childhood. Is that memory good or bad? Will they form any relationship?

Hundreds of questions ran through my mind. I was baffled by what I had just seen. A man was the beast that had been terrorising all those villages. That killed all those innocent people. I hadn't understood what just happened. 

"How is this possible?" 

I said as I walked towards Damien who left his sword embedded in the man who was now dead.

"In order for you to properly grasp what I am going to tell you. I need to start at the very beginning."

He said. 

"I'm immortal." He said. I looked at him as if he were mad then let out a small laugh.

"Okay seriously. What's the truth?" I said to him

"In order for you to understand what I am about to tell you. You need to believe in the impossible. " He said his face completely serious.

I nodded unable to formulate a response in words.

"I was not always Damien Devereno. Before I was known by this name I went by another. Loosely translated from greek it means the Darkstar. I was once a God."

He continued saying. My brows rose in confusion unable to understand but then again he did say I need to believe in the impossible.

"Sorry if you used to be a God what are you doing here. Hunting beasts." 

I asked him.

"About four centuries ago I accidentally created these creatures. Men would could move faster than the wind and had the strength of two hundred men. The only problem was they fed on blood and their hunger was insatiable." 

I gasped at what he had said remembering news I had heard three years back of an entire village bled dry by unknown creatures.

"These were not the only creatures created from my blood. Beings who could manipulate the elements, the forces of nature. I believe you know them as witches." 

He continued. I was completely shocked by what he said.

"And finally a man cursed to shift into a beast during the day of a full moon. He was the only one of his kind or at least I think so." 

He said as he gestured to the dead man impaled with the silver sword.

"How did you create these unnatural creatures?" I asked in hopes he would give me an answer.

He let out a sigh.

"When I was cast out by Zeus. I managed to retain some of my abilities. My speed, my strength and my abilities to create life from nothing. When I created a new life for myself I helped those who could not conceive and those who were severely injured but I inadvertently created demonic creatures." 

Then he walked towards me his hand extending towards my own. He held my hand and I recoiled at his touch. Feeling a bitter form of fear in every part of my body. I ran away from him and went directly to my fathers house.

If he wanted to. He could've stopped me but he didn't. He simply let me go. I wonder how I could've been so blind to trust a stranger so quickly but I couldn't help but feel like I owed him an apology.

Can you blame me. He's not human.

I pondered this thought for days then one day I heard a knock on the door. I ran over to open it and he was standing there a bunch of tulips in his hand. He knew they were my favorite.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him 

He didn't say a word. He simply extended his arm and gave me the flowers a smile on his face. His blue eyes sparkling.

"If memory serves me well I should be the one giving you the silent treatment not the other way round." I said once more.

He continued smiling and looking at me in silence. It's true what they say silence does speak volumes. 

"I have a lot of work to do and if you're going to just stand there and smile you can do it inside." I said as I let him in.

I took my broom and began sweeping the floors. It had been a while since father struck me. I think he was scared of what
Damien might've done to him.

"You know I'm not like those creatures. If anything I'm the definition of perfect." He said with a smug smirk on his face.

"Perfect? You?" I laughed at the preposterous thought.

"Hey being a God basically means I'm the definition of perfect but then again you're a close second." He teased. 

I couldn't help but smile at his words then I turned to him completely serious.

"Why did you get cast out? And if you really are a God. Prove it." I said in hopes of solid evidence.

He took my hand into his own and his other hand moved in mine and he created a butterfly out of nothing. I was stunned at the sight.

"I can teach you if you want." He told me as he sat down.

"Really?How? I am not even a witch." I said curious as to how he planned to teach me magic.

He smiled.

"Whose to say you have to be a witch to learn magic." He told me.

"Okay we'll meet by the waterfall at noon. Consider this your penance." I said teasing him.

He chuckled then got up.

"Yes my queen." He said as he slowly backed out of the house and blew me a kiss before leaving.

I no longer felt scared of him. In fact I wanted to be like him. To have a life of adventure and I wanted the thrill of magic. I know a woman is not supposed to want those kinds of things but the thought of a life like Damien's made my heart flip in excitement.

Young Emilia Eventinô tells this story in her pov and explains how she went from simple village girl who has spent most her life looking after her father to being pregnant with the child of a charming and mysterious traveller to being a witch and fighting to survive.

Hundreds of questions ran through my mind. I was baffled by what I had just seen. A man was the beast that had been terrorising all those villages. That killed all those innocent people. I hadn't understood what just happened. 

"How is this possible?" 

I said as I walked towards Damien who left his sword embedded in the man who was now dead.

"In order for you to properly grasp what I am going to tell you. I need to start at the very beginning."

He said. 

"I'm immortal." He said. I looked at him as if he were mad then let out a small laugh.

"Okay seriously. What's the truth?" I said to him

"In order for you to understand what I am about to tell you. You need to believe in the impossible. " He said his face completely serious.

I nodded unable to formulate a response in words.

"I was not always Damien Devereno. Before I was known by this name I went by another. Loosely translated from greek it means the Darkstar. I was once a God."

He continued saying. My brows rose in confusion unable to understand but then again he did say I need to believe in the impossible.

"Sorry if you used to be a God what are you doing here. Hunting beasts." 

I asked him.

"About four centuries ago I accidentally created these creatures. Men who could move faster than the wind and had the strength of two hundred men. The only problem was they fed on blood and their hunger was insatiable." 

I gasped at what he had said remembering news I had heard three years back of an entire village bled dry by unknown creatures.

"These were not the only creatures created from my blood. Beings who could manipulate the elements, the forces of nature. I believe you know them as witches." 

He continued. I was completely shocked by what he said.

"And finally a man cursed to shift into a beast during the day of a full moon. He was the only one of his kind or at least I think so." 

He said as he gestured to the dead man impaled with the silver sword.

"How did you create these unnatural creatures?" I asked in hopes he would give me an answer.

He let out a sigh.

"When I was cast out by Zeus. I managed to retain some of my abilities. My speed, my strength and my abilities to create life from nothing. When I created a new life for myself I helped those who could not conceive and those who were severely injured but I inadvertently created demonic creatures." 

Then he walked towards me his hand extending towards my own. He held my hand and I recoiled at his touch. Feeling a bitter form of fear in every part of my body. I ran away from him and went directly to my fathers house.

If he wanted to. He could've stopped me but he didn't. He simply let me go. I wonder how I could've been so blind to trust a stranger so quickly but I couldn't help but feel like I owed him an apology.

Can you blame me. He's not human.

I pondered this thought for days then one day I heard a knock on the door. I ran over to open it and he was standing there a bunch of tulips in his hand. He knew they were my favorite.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him 

He didn't say a word. He simply extended his arm and gave me the flowers a smile on his face. His blue eyes sparkling.

"If memory serves me well I should be the one giving you the silent treatment not the other way round." I said once more.

He continued smiling and looking at me in silence. It's true what they say silence does speak volumes. 

"I have a lot of work to do and if you're going to just stand there and smile you can do it inside." I said as I let him in.

I took my broom and began sweeping the floors. It had been a while since father struck me. I think he was scared of what
Damien might've done to him.

"You know I'm not like those creatures. If anything I'm the definition of perfect." He said with a smug smirk on his face.

"Perfect? You?" I laughed at the preposterous thought.

"Hey being a God basically means I'm the definition of perfect but then again you're a close second." He teased. 

I couldn't help but smile at his words then I turned to him completely serious.

"Why did you get cast out? And if you really are a God. Prove it." I said in hopes of solid evidence.

He took my hand into his own and his other hand moved in mine and he created a butterfly out of nothing. I was stunned at the sight.

"I can teach you if you want." He told me as he sat down.

"Really?How? I am not even a witch." I said curious as to how he planned to teach me magic.

He smiled.

"Whose to say you have to be a witch to learn magic." He told me.

"Okay we'll meet by the waterfall at noon. Consider this your penance." I said teasing him.

He chuckled then got up.

"Yes my queen." He said as he slowly backed out of the house and blew me a kiss before leaving.

I no longer felt scared of him. In fact I wanted to be like him. To have a life of adventure and I wanted the thrill of magic. I know a woman is not supposed to want those kinds of things but the thought of a life like Damien's made my heart flip in excitement.

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