A/N: pic not mine! I found it on Pinterest. Anyway, Here is chapter 15 of When a rose turns black! Enjoy 💕.
In the sky-piercing mountains of Alyisha. Sire Kilam was strolling, They are large and gorgeous mountains that change color depending on the weather and the people who walk on them. Sire Kilam was circling it. He needed to recharge his batteries by walking on his favorite objects, The mountains. The setting is stunning and breathtaking. He had the sensation that he was inhaling magic.
Alyisha Mountains are one of the most prominent places in Virginia. Its only rival is the Kythera mountains in Aryleia. The mountains of Alyshia hold a prestigious place for power and The aspects. It is a sacred place too.
There, the spirit of Twilight was born to give its powers to the Virginian hosts like Saliena and Kilam. The same thing can be said for the other aspects, such as the aspect of justice, the aspect of light and darkness, the aspect of magic, and finally, the aspect of time.
In a time of war and conflict, Alyisha Mountain gives its power to the Virginian people so they can fight and win the war. Despite being not a living thing it can do wonders for the world they live in.
Kilam, as the current aspect of Twilight promised himself to protect and keep Mount Alyisha safe from intruders and evil mages.
The sky of Mount Alyisha is adorned with a bright azure hue that dances between the clouds and the setting sun. It’s like magic woven into the sky, It's like the twilight breathing in the sky It is a view to mesmerize and love, Its iridescent colors give hope and solace to the wanderers in the night.
The sun has finally set for the day on the horizon. Giving contrast to the azure tint that Mount Alyisha emanates.
Sire Kilam was standing for a while to ponder the lovely view of the mountains. He shifted from one foot to another to balance himself. He quietly walked to reach a huge banyan tree. To sit in its shade for a while more. Upon walking to the tree, he noticed a shadowy figure looking at him. It was behind the tree that he was walking to. He stopped in his tracks, he knew what that thing was and he shouldn’t walk near it.
“Dark Watcher” Kilam muttered with a serious tone.
Just like the thing heard him say it. With its frightening hollow eyes, it emitted a disturbing smile. Then it vanished in a swirl of shadow, just like an illusion.
“That’s not good” He muttered to himself again.
He quickly teleported to inform Sire Aham of what he saw. For sure; he wasn’t the only one who witnessed the dark watchers running freely in Virginia. This is an ill omen, and they must end them all.
In the lair of the current dark one. A man sat on a throne in a dark room, With his hand on his chin. He wasn’t afraid of darkness at all, on the contrary; the darkness is his home. It doesn’t bother him at all.
He raised his head, allowing the moonlight to shine through the room and illuminate his face. His face is really pale. He has frightening, slate-colored eyes. His mid-length, jet-black hair flowed carelessly around his shoulders. He began humming joyfully and flashing a grin.
“Dark Watchers? Please,” He ridiculed, Looking over his right shoulder.
With lightning-quick reflexes, he summons a dark blast and hurls it at the corner on the right, exactly as if he had felt something invisible.
The creature was taken off guard and died immediately.
He mocked once more, "Maruiz, do better next time."
He scoffed at the prospect of enlisting Dark Watchers. He knew Aham and the other superiors would not let this go unnoticed. They will do everything in their power to eliminate these dark shadows.
Anzir, the current dark one, laughed again at the thought of dark watchers. Although they are good spies, they shouldn’t be roaming around for long, They are ill omens.
Anzir's thoughts wandered back to a time when he was a petty man frantically fighting to win the war against the giants, the Termova ghouls. He remembered fleeing the battlefield to gain the necessary powers to beat them. He'd heard about Amotrapa, the murderer of Lady Saliena. This was his opportunity to gain power.
He remembered stealing Amotrapa's dagger and using it against him. The dagger was his dark power and gift. It simply took one stab to transfer his victim's powers to him. He recalled that moment. The strength and power coursed through his veins and body. It was an unusual but lovely sensation.
Armed with the dark one’s powers, he returned to the battlefield to end the war and kill all the ghouls. He will always revel in this memory. The sweet taste of revenge.
The people were happy that they won the war against these cruel creatures. They thanked Anzir for his intervention, Yet, they don’t know what he did to earn such power. Like all dark ones, Anzir went to a dark place where he would stay for eternity.
Dark ones are blessed with incomprehensible powers and gifts yet all magic comes at a price. And that is darkening one's mind and soul. Until they can’t do anything good.
Anzir summoned his Kris dagger. It is the most valuable thing left for him. He let go of his mortal possessions. They aren't important to him as much as this dagger.
His white crystal ball suddenly revealed a picture of a girl. She is young and lovely, and a scarlet gown envelops her curvaceous figure. And a veil wrapped around her hair. She is a cheerful and carefree young lady.
“Hmm,” He hummed, His tone showed no emotion.
He finally realized it, the girl that the crystal orb showed is also related to darkness. She seems bubbly and bright girl but her darkness is yet to show, She only needs a little push, To let her darkness come into the light.
A nasty smirk crept across his face, and he narrowed his eyes at the image of the innocent girl. He gazed at her as if he had finally met a friend, someone he could rely on.
His voice reverberated throughout the place as he uttered, "Dark child." He exudes a sense of contentment.
He ran his finger across the cold metal of the dagger. The dagger bore his name engraved on it. Because this dagger is as old as time, he must handle it with caution.
He must find a way to let her become one of the dark ones, so they can finally snuff out the light and be the forces of darkness. Their final and eternal goal is to get rid of light magic and kill the light.
He sighted, He saw that the girl is happy and she is embracing the light. He felt a bit sad that he would destroy the thing she loves in order to turn her into a dark one, Her dark potential is sleeping inside of her. It only needs a little push from a dark one. And what better way to do it other than letting a dark mage do it, An evil mage?
A devilish idea bobbed in his mind, “I have an idea” He cynically smirked.
Two young adult demons were running through the woods. They appear to be enjoying themselves and having fun.
One is a young man with red hair, silver horns on top of his head, orange eyes, and massive bat/wings on his back. His name is Jaroud, The other demon is humanoid-looking with black marks on his face. His name is Vaūm.
“Stop, Jaroud!” The humanoid demon said, barely catching his breath.
“Haha, why are you so slow!” The red-haired teased.
The humanoid one bristled in annoyance, “Slow? You made me run from the castle through the wood!” One could tell he was very annoyed at his friend.
“So what? It’s not that long of a distance,” He teased again, with a big grin on his face.
“Yeah? Try running not flying,” the other shot back.
“Fair enough,” He agreed with his friend.
“Let’s just sit to catch our breath” Vaūm breathed.
“Agreed” the other agreed with him.
They sat on the cool green grass. They filled their lungs to the brim. After taking a big gulp of oxygen. They exhaled it. As they admire the beauty of the woods.
Suddenly, they heard footsteps coming in their direction. Immediately, both young demons teleported into the bushes nearby, popping their heads out of the bushes to see.
A group of men wearing brown mage robes passed through them. They are covered from head to toe. However, Vaūm spotted the crest of their robes. He recognized them immediately.
“Who are they?” Jaroud whispered in a low voice.
“The northern cult of Temorga,” Vaūm said, “They have a famous name: The cult of the Night”
Jaroud shook his head, "Never heard of it”
Vāum’s judgment became clouded by hatred and wrath. He notices his face's black markings turning crimson. He senses a burst of force from the surface and threatens to assault. Jaroud recognized this right away and put his hand on his shoulder to reassure him
“Friend, are you okay?” He worriedly asked.
The other one took a deep breath to steady his nerves, “I’m fine,”
“No, you’re not,” Jaroud muttered, “I know you have something against those guys,”
Jaroud noticed the shock on his friend’s face, He knew he was right. For the billionth time, Vaūm breathed again.
“Yes, I have some kind of vendetta against them,” Vāum admitted, “they… used my father to.. seduce a succubus,”
Jaroud felt his friend's sadness, and Jaroud felt the same for him, He wished he could help his friend.
“Do.. you want revenge?” He suddenly asked.
The question surprised Vāum; he was shocked, He never expected his friend to say something like this.
Jaroud took this as a ‘yes’ and continued to talk, “They are disgusting people!” He justified, “They deserve to die,”
“I want revenge, deeply, but..” Vaūm said
“I don’t know where to start,” Vaūm finally replied.
“Don’t worry about that, Let’s just follow these people,” Jaroud said with a smile, “First we know their whereabouts, then we strike!”
Vaūm liked this idea; first, they know their enemies' whereabouts then when they have a plan they will come again to attack. He is intrigued by this idea.
in one of Morbidia Palace's lovely decorated rooms. The only child and heir of Queen Elysia is a princess by the name of Annalise. She has a moon-like face, long, silky hair that looks like an auburn cascade, and amethyst eyes. similar to the clearest and most gorgeous crystal amethyst.
A gentle knock on the door had startled the princess, but she composed herself and gently said “Come in,”
A young maiden with a bright face came, “Good morning Princess Annalise!”
The Princess smiled, “Good morning, Angela,”
Annalise, That was the princess's name, that’s the name of the woman who captured his heart. Unbeknownst to the princess and the maiden. Donovan was spying on them by the orb of his staff.
“Annalise.” He repeated, “What a beautiful name,”
For the first time in forever, he can feel his heart beating. In love and affection, he thought his heart was dead, unable to feel such things. But here it is, his heart is beating with love.
His hand shook terribly, he barely caught the staff before it fell on the floor, with uncertainty and confusion He cried, “What’s happening to me?”
Conflicted between his Human and his Antaris heritage, both fought for their causes, one fought for love and the other fought for conquest. He can feel himself torn apart by their differences.
Among the tumult within him, his mind drifts to the past, where 'love' deceived him. He remembered the female assassin's attempt to kill him. He would have died by then if it hadn't been for his Antaris abilities. He remembered her attempting to stab him in the back, but he transformed into a massive beast. It caused her to flee into the woods, but he grabbed her and ripped her apart before eating her for dinner
It’s because of that reason, that he doesn’t want love anymore, he doesn’t trust anyone. People or monsters, they are all bad and they are his enemies.
With anger coursing through his veins, he hurled his hand into the air and conjured green fires all around.
peacefully, Princess Annalise and her maid Angela were talking. Until one of the jars exploded, Both were startled and scared.
“Oh my god!” The maid cried, “H-how did this happen?”
The Princess looked at her in shock, “I have no idea!”
The maid quickly sprinted out of the room to bring a broom to clean the mess. “I will clean this right away!”
“Let me help you,” The Princess joined her.
The maid smiled at her, “But.. Princess you don’t have to!”
The Princess gave a heartfelt giggle, “That’s okay, I want to help!”
The maid smiled again, she knew she wouldn’t back down easily and she was persistent to help her.
Donovan knew his anger caused one of the jars to explode in the princess room. He gulped some air to calm himself. If he wants to spy on her. He must be careful and couldn’t let his anger get the best of him. He was thankful that both women were oblivious to him and his actions.
He knew if he continued to let his anger control him again, he would be spotted and the queen would know that he was spying on them and things would be worse for both of them.
“We will meet soon, Princess Annalise," He promised, his tone is tinged with joy and satisfaction.
