Capítulo 1: 1: Prologue - The Child Is Born
The night was dark, but not in the natural way that accompanied the fall of evening. It was a darkness imbued with a presence—a force that rippled across the air, choking it with power so thick it weighed on the soul. The once vibrant world had long been reduced to ruins; a shadow of its former self. In this post-apocalyptic land, where humanity's last vestiges cowered under the rule of supernatural beings, a ritual was unfolding, one that would mark the birth of an entity unlike any other.
On the outskirts of a barren city, beneath a sky painted with blood and shadow, stood an ancient academy—a fortress of stone that housed the most dangerous and powerful supernatural creatures of the age. Here, a dark ceremony was set to take place. The moon hung low, tinged with a deep crimson hue, casting an eerie glow over the courtyard where cloaked figures gathered in silent anticipation. The atmosphere vibrated with forbidden energy, and the air hummed with incantations spoken in hushed, malevolent whispers.
Arcane symbols, glowing with an unnatural, bluish flame, had been carved into the earth, forming a sigil that was both a gateway and a prison. They pulsed in time with the rhythm of the world's dying heartbeat. Within the circle of magic, something was stirring—something ancient, powerful, and deeply malevolent.
The cloaked figures—students of the academy who had long since abandoned morality in their pursuit of power—murmured their incantations. Their words, sharp and jagged, seemed to tear at the fabric of reality itself. In their midst lay a young child—newborn, fragile, and innocent. But this child was no ordinary soul; he was destined to bear the weight of something far more terrifying than any of them could comprehend. His name, though unspoken that night, was Viole Shivani.
The ritual was designed to summon demons from the abyss, binding them to a mortal vessel. It was intended to infuse power into a body—an act of desperate sacrifice to fight back against the chaotic world beyond the academy's walls. But something went wrong.
As the crimson moon reached its zenith, an unseen force shifted in the heavens above. The sigils on the ground flared bright, brighter than any of the ritualists had intended. The sky itself seemed to crack open, and from within that rift, four ancient entities were drawn, not to the world of the living, but into the fragile form of the newborn child. They did not come willingly—they were forced, bound to the flesh of this infant through an arcane mistake that none of the students could explain.
The cloaked figures sensed it too late. Their voices faltered, and their chants turned to gasps as the flames around them blazed with violent intensity. Panic seized the group as they realized the gravity of their error. They had summoned something far beyond their control.
The Convergence of Souls
Inside the child's small body, a war began. Four distinct entities—each one a creature of unimaginable power—wrestled for control.
The first to stir was Aamon Valentine, an ancient vampire king whose rule spanned centuries long past. His essence was regal, cold, and calculated. He was a ruler in life, and he refused to be subjugated now. Aamon's desires were clear: regain his throne, reclaim his bloodline, and return the vampire world to its former glory under his iron hand.
Next came Desmond Fester, a mischievous and unpredictable demon of mimicry, whose youthful demeanor belied the dangers of his power. Desmond's soul, though playful, carried the weight of countless stolen abilities, and his hunger for more—more experience, more forms, more power—was insatiable. To him, the world was a playground of opportunity.
Clark Maxwell, the third entity, was something darker still. A sadistic and cunning Arachne, Clark thrived on manipulation and pain. He saw the world not as a place to rule, but as prey to be hunted, tangled in his webs of deceit. His mind was always calculating, seeking to tear down anyone who stood in his way. Unlike Aamon or Desmond, Clark desired no throne—just chaos, control, and the suffering of his enemies.
And finally, Viole Shivani, the child himself—his soul burned with the pride and strength of his lion-blooded ancestors. He was too young to comprehend the enormity of what had just happened, but somewhere deep within him, his spirit fought to remain in control. The will to survive, to master the monstrous powers within him, was already seeding itself in his mind.
As the ritual reached its crescendo, the four souls, instead of fighting one another to the death, became locked in an uneasy truce—an unspoken agreement to bide their time, waiting for the right moment to assert control over their shared vessel. For now, Viole was their host, and his journey as the most unique of Tribrids—part lion-blooded human, part vampire, part demon, part arachne—had begun.
The Aftermath
The ritualists, ignorant of the true magnitude of their actions, fled the scene as dawn approached, leaving behind the child they had damned. Viole lay silent, his tiny body housing a maelstrom of power and potential, his destiny forever altered by the convergence of these ancient souls.
From that moment, the world was changed. Viole Shivani, a boy born of both mortal and monstrous blood, would grow to become a being of immense strength. But this strength would come at a cost—a constant struggle for control over his own mind and body. The whispers of the souls within him would never be silent. Their influence, subtle at first, would grow as Viole faced challenges and dangers beyond his understanding. He would battle not only the forces of the world outside but also the forces within.
As he grew, the world around him—dominated by supernatural factions—would come to realize what he was, and they would fear him. They would seek to control him, to use his power for their own ends. But Viole, with the memories of his ancestors' enslavement still fresh in his mind, would resist. He would fight for his freedom, for his autonomy, even as the personalities within him vied for dominance.
The academy, a place meant to sharpen the powers of supernatural beings, would be both a refuge and a battleground for Viole. There, he would encounter friends, foes, and those who walked the thin line between. Every day would be a struggle—not just against the dangers outside the academy's walls, but also against the whispering voices in his head, urging him toward different paths.
Viole Shivani's journey had only just begun.
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